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.

moment to really look at him. He gazed down at me with a pair of cool blue eyes,

the others around him dressed in black. The glint of an expensive watch caught my attention, something that my eye had been trained well to recognize having grown up with generational wealth. But what puzzled me more were the men

their very presence raised so many questions. Who was this

out alone this late?” His low, almost

voice a little shaky from the aftermath of our kiss. “New to the city?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you guess?” I smirked,

his face.

hopping into a car with a man I had only just met, something told me to trust him, even

settled into the plush leather seats, he glanced over. “Are you an Omega or a Beta?” he

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

what would that be?” I asked,

“A peasant,

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

one speaks to me this way,” he said coldly. “Now answer.

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

you’re an Omega,

My voice trembled with indignation. “Everyone, regardless of their

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 me, if he chooses an Omega

why?” My mind raced. “Everyone dreams of finding their fated mate regardless of rank unless they’ve already mated with

“No,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension, “but I know who I’ll marry. She’s an

at him. “And she’s just going

The audacity! My initial attraction to this man quickly turned to disgust. I averted my gaze,

as we passed by streetlamps and neon signs. The soft hum of the engine and the occasional distant honk outside

eyes fixed on the window. I only just met him, and he was my fated mate, but I

someone else. Whoever else I found wouldn’t be fated to me, but it would be

silence and

not telling you. Since it’s apparently so