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

watch caught my attention, something that my eye had been trained well to recognize having grown up with generational wealth. But

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

are you out alone this late?” His low, almost husky voice pulled me back

kiss. “New to the city?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow. “How’d

time,” he said, a shadow crossing his face. “Let

only just met, something told

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

the tear in my sleeve, to the plainness of my

asked, cocking

“A

leaned toward me. He took hold of my chin, not roughly,

no one speaks to me this way,” he said coldly. “Now answer.

heat of anger replacing the

“If you’re an Omega,

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

thing, but not the

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

his voice dripping with condescension, “but I

just

to this man quickly turned to disgust. I averted my gaze, staring blankly out the window, the

as we passed by streetlamps and neon

heavy gaze 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

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 alone than be with

said, breaking both the silence

it’s apparently so important and crushing that I’m just an Omega, then