His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 255 Chapter 3: A Bad Match Logan

Two days before that life-altering encounter with the peasant girl on the street, my assistant had dropped a file on my desk.

“Sir,” she started, clearing her throat. “I thought you might want to know that Edrick Morgan’s daughter, Ella, has relocated to the city. She’s working at a local law firm.”

A smirk tugged at my lips. “Thanks, Susan,” I said, taking the file with excitement burning in my fingers. Susan, my ever-loyal secretary-a young, pretty woman with a roundness to her body in all the right places, more eye candy for myself than anything, if I was being honest-smiled and walked out of the room.

I flipped open the file and grinned with satisfaction. If there was one thing that would put me ahead of my brother in the never-ending game of power and influence, it was Ella. My brother was always better than me, always quicker to accomplish major goals in life.

But he hadn’t married anyone of any importance yet, despite the fact that he had already been married and divorced three times. All of those women were good-for-nothing harlots, Betas and Omegas, dark marks on our family’s pride.

Ella Morgan, on the other hand, was an Alpha from one of the most affluent families in the country. Her father, Edrick, was the CEO of WereCorp. Marrying her would not only be at leg-up over my brother just because of the fact that she was an Alpha, but it would also give me an enormous socioeconomic advantage.

the next heir to WereCorp and the Morgan family fortune? Marrying the beloved adopted daughter of

plan. It was simple: I would hire her as my lawyer, provide her with some easy wins for her career, boost her status, and eventually, I

dark street, I felt my

longing. “A date, Logan. A simple date. But instead,

but growled under my breath as

in her

who I happened to stumble upon in the middle of the night, was an enigma. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with

own, somewhat, when I

been killed. And because her scent made its way through my open car window, I shouted for my men to stop. I was acting out of character. Normally, I couldn’t give two shits about what happened to

Hell, I even instigated some of them. If it weren’t for her scent, I might have driven past

tangled themselves in my hair, tugging gently, her body begging me for more. Fuck, I thought

hissed back at my wolf, feeling the weight of responsibility

Over our mate?” My wolf’s words were tinged with sadness, and for a moment,

than anyone. He knew how, when I was a kid, I used to imagine what it would be like to meet my

“She’s just a peasant,” I mumbled out loud, trying to convince myself more than my

dollars a year without blinking an eye,” my wolf snapped. “Did you see how she sneered at you and

I was willing to admit. Country girls like her typically jumped at such opportunities, but

hear her, Logan?” my wolf continued, pressing his point. “She said if she cared about money, she wouldn’t be here. She’s genuine, authentic. Not like the rest. Not like the good- for-nothing gold diggers who your brother marries time and