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.

Morgan family fortune? Marrying the beloved adopted daughter of Moana, the Golden Wolf? It was a

simple: I would hire her as my lawyer, provide her

apartment building on the dark street, I felt my control slipping. The unexpected meeting with that captivating woman

a mix of anger and longing. “A date, Logan. A simple date. But instead, you demean

yet,” I responded in my mind, but growled under my breath as I tried to calm the agitation bubbling inside me. “And

my wolf retorted. “Did you even see the fire in her eyes? The pride? The strength? That’s

an enigma. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with icy gray eyes and a

she had a great body, too: athletic and toned. She had been holding her own, somewhat, when I found her fighting those Rogues. I would have been curious to sit there and see what

I shouted for my men to stop. I was

all of the time. Hell, I even instigated some of them. If it weren’t for her scent, I might have driven past or, at the most, settled somewhere

hair, tugging gently, her body begging me for more. Fuck, I thought to myself, leaning my head back against the car

my wolf, feeling the weight of responsibility bear down. on me.

our mate?”

to imagine what it would be like to meet my mate and have a whole litter of

her lingered in my mind- intoxicating, heady, and maddening. “She’s just a peasant,” I mumbled out loud, trying to convince

year without blinking an eye,” my wolf snapped. “Did you see how she sneered at you and stormed away? How many so-called ‘nobles’ in our circle would

more than I was willing to admit. Country girls like her typically jumped at such

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