His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 253 #Chapter 1: The Path Of Fate

Book 2: Ella grew up and tried to earn an independent life in this dangerous city without her wealthy Alpha family’s help. However, as a rookie lawyer, she was treated as no more than an errand runner. She wanted to meet her mate one day, but she didn’t expect her mate would be someone who came from the biggest mafia family in the city…

Ella

It was well past midnight, and I was still stuck in the office. The glare of my laptop screen was almost a comfort, a sign that I was working hard, that I was progressing.

“Almost done,” I murmured to myself with at sigh as I rubbed my tired eyes. Such was life for me, though. At this point, I was getting used to spending all of my time here at the law firm.

As a rookie lawyer, I never expected to be treated like a queen, but surely they could see me for more than their errand runner?

“Could you get these photocopied for me, Ella?” James had asked earlier that day, handing over a stack of case files as if it was just assumed that I would be the one to do it.

And so I did, along with a dozen other tasks that didn’t particularly scream lawyer. But I believed, perhaps foolishly, that perseverance would earn me respect and better opportunities.

It was my first year out of law school, after all. What did I expect?

The soft hum of the janitor’s vacuum cleaner interrupted my thoughts. It was already almost one o’clock, and my body was reminding me of its need for sleep with every aching muscle.

I stretched and started packing up when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. The screen read Mom & Dad. Sighing, I picked up.

“Hey, you two.”

“Ella? Are you at home now?” my father Edrick’s voice came through, a mix of concern and mild frustration.

exhaustion. “Ella! It’s way past midnight!” my stepmother Moana chimed in, her voice a rich, melodic

know, Mom, but I’ve got

time, but in a whirlwind romance, she and my dad got married and had my little sister. Moana was more of a real mother to me

fact that I was a little annoyed at my parents’ overbearing tendencies. They meant

the news from last week?” I sighed. “Yes, dad. I remember. That was all the way on the other side

doesn’t matter, Ella,” my dad said, sounding exasperated. “That supermarket owner was held up at gunpoint. Gunpoint! I don’t need my little girl

I love you, but I’m not defenseless,” I

paused with a chuckle. I could imagine Moana standing beside him, her freckled hand touching his shoulder as she shot him a look

he continued. “I know, dad,” I replied, smiling slightly as I slipped my laptop into my bag.

Uber, Ella.

relented, smiling. “I

Stay safe.” My stepmother’s voice held a warmth that always managed to seep into my heart. They hung

the life of luxury, protected and pampered in my dad’s penthouse. He was one of the most affluent Alphas in the world:

company and fortune as he did. The offer was always there, on the table. At any moment, I was more than welcome to go home, walk in my

I chose this. I chose to stand on my own feet and make my mark. I chose to go to law school, move to this new city that desperately

office with no window, the night air was refreshing. As I stepped out into the chilly night air, a gentle mist

scare me. They were simply part of the pulse, the heartbeat of

mind. She had been

innate, just as it was for most werewolves. My lips never even twitched. Sometimes,

a low growl. At first, I thought that she was growling at me, and I rolled

Rogues. I could sense

my fangs. A grin spread across the leader’s face. He was an ugly sort, with

closed in on me. With lightning reflexes, I

widening. “Looks like we’ve got an

the rest. They came at me from all sides, even more fervently now that they knew my status. The

one district, which was typically guarded

addicts and petty criminals-but there was no ‘district’ to keep them in. They roamed freely, and the local law enforcement had their plates too full to keep watch over every Rogue

came out of the shadows. A whole gang of them. They were all sneering, chuckling, flashing