His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Ella

“It’s him,” my wolf, Ema, hissed inside my head. “Our mate.” “It can’t be,” I responded. “This stranger? You must be wrong.”

And yet, as I stared up at the man, his piercing eyes bore into mine with an intensity I had never experienced. He was breathtakingly handsome.

“My wolf senses you must be my mate,” he murmured, voice a husky whisper. So my wolf was right. His wolf sensed it, too. For a moment, everything around us faded. Our lips met, and the world seemed to catch fire.

This wasn’t any ordinary kiss-it was fueled by the blessing of the mate bond, a once-in-a- lifetime connection in today’s overpopulated werewolf world.

My parents, being fated mates themselves, had always told me about the overwhelming pull of the bond. I had never truly believed it until now. As our lips locked, electricity surged between us. Each touch sparked a fire that threatened to consume us both.

It wasn’t just a melding of mouths. It was a collision of two souls recognizing each other across lifetimes.

The sensation was overwhelming, intoxicating. The warmth of his lips, the slight catch of breath, and the gentle tug of desire left me reeling. Every fiber of my being focused on that one connection, the bond sealing with a fervor that whispered promises of forever.

At the same time, I felt a sudden connection between us. It was his voice, his emotions, flooding into me. “My mate,” I heard his velvety voice echo in my ears. “How nice to finally meet you.”

I had heard before that a first kiss with a fated mate established a Mindlink, a way for the mates to communicate and sense each other without uttering a single word. It was a strange feeling, to be suddenly connected like this. But at the same time, it felt euphoric.

gazed down at me with a pair of cool blue eyes, like the ocean on a clear day. He sported a head of jet black hair, which stood in stark contrast to

suit screamed luxury, distinct from the others around him dressed in black. The glint of an expensive watch caught my

see us, but their very presence raised so many questions. Who was this man, and why did he

out alone this late?” His low, almost husky voice pulled me back from my

I responded, my voice a little shaky from the aftermath of our kiss. “New to the city?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

alone at this time,” he said, a shadow crossing his face. “Let me drive you home. We can get to know each other a

a car with a man I had only just met,

was my fated mate, after all. As we settled into the plush leather seats, he glanced over. “Are you

plainness of my clothing. “Even if you were, I

be?” I asked, cocking my head

scoffed. “A peasant,

me. “Who are you to judge?” I retorted. Suddenly, he leaned toward me. He took hold of my chin, not roughly,

speaks to me this way,” he said

his hand away, the heat of anger replacing the earlier warmth. “Why does

“If you’re an Omega, it’s

indignation. “Everyone, regardless of their rank, has value. Are you suggesting

leaned in. “You must know I’m an Alpha. If you were a Beta, it would be one thing, but not the end of the world. But an Alpha like

their fated mate regardless of rank unless they’ve already mated with

“No,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension, “but I know

him. “And she’s just

me a confident smirk. “I always get what I want.” The audacity! My initial attraction to this man quickly turned to disgust. I averted

thicken as we passed by streetlamps and neon signs.

could feel this man’s heavy gaze on me occasionally, but I kept my eyes fixed on the window. I only just met him, and he was my fated

Whoever else I found wouldn’t

said, breaking both the silence and my train of thought. “What’s your

you. Since it’s apparently so important and crushing that I’m just an Omega, then my name shouldn’t