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.

look at him. He gazed down at me with a pair of cool blue eyes, like the ocean on a clear day. He

of an expensive watch caught my attention, something that my eye had been trained well to recognize having grown up with generational

of them pretended not to see us, but their very presence raised so many questions. Who was this man, and why

late?” His low, almost husky

“New to the city?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

out 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 man I had only just met, something

leather seats, he glanced over. “Are you an Omega or a Beta?” he asked abruptly. I frowned, taken aback. “Why isn’t Alpha an

tear in my sleeve, to the plainness of my clothing. “Even if you were, I could tell what you truly

I asked, cocking my head to the

“A

retorted. Suddenly, he leaned toward me. He took hold of my

this way,” he said coldly. “Now

of anger replacing

“If you’re an Omega, it’s worse than I

My voice trembled with indignation. “Everyone, regardless of their rank, has value. Are you

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

mind raced. “Everyone dreams of finding their fated mate regardless of

his voice dripping with condescension, “but I know who I’ll marry.

just going to

this man quickly turned

a dense fog of tension that seemed to thicken as we passed by streetlamps and neon signs. The soft hum of the engine

on the

free to find someone else. Whoever else I found wouldn’t be fated

breaking both the silence and my train of

not telling you. Since it’s apparently so important and crushing that I’m just