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.

away, breathless, I took a moment to really look at him. He gazed down at me with a pair of cool blue eyes, like the ocean on a

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

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

you 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.

right mind would be 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 bit more on

had only just met, something told me to trust

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

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

asked, cocking my head

scoffed. “A

judge?” I retorted. Suddenly, he leaned toward me. He took hold

me this way,” he

hand away, the heat of anger replacing

eyes darkened. “If you’re an Omega, it’s worse

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

an Alpha. If you were a Beta, it would be one thing, but not the end of the world. But an Alpha like

raced. “Everyone dreams of finding their fated mate regardless of rank unless they’ve already mated

dripping with condescension, “but I

gaped at him. “And she’s just going to fall into

smirk. “I always get what I want.” The audacity! My initial attraction to this man quickly

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

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

else. Whoever else I

both the silence and my train of

arms across my chest. “I’m not telling you. Since it’s apparently so important and crushing that