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.

eyes, like the ocean

suit screamed luxury, distinct from 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

pretended not to 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

shaky from the aftermath of our kiss. “New to the city?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you guess?” I smirked, but there was genuine curiosity in my

time,” he said, a shadow crossing his face. “Let me drive you home. We can get to know each other a bit more on the

man I had only just met,

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

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

would that be?” I asked, cocking my head

“A peasant,

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

me this way,” he said coldly. “Now answer. Omega or

the heat of anger replacing the earlier

“If you’re an Omega, it’s worse

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

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

regardless of rank unless they’ve

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

gaped at him. “And she’s just

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

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

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

to reject a fated mate. I could reject him, and it would break our bond so I would be free to find someone else. Whoever else I found wouldn’t be fated to me, but it would be better than… whatever this was. Hell, I would rather be

both the silence and my train of

not telling you. Since it’s apparently so