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.

and the Morgan family fortune? Marrying the beloved adopted daughter of Moana, the

devised a plan. It was simple: I would hire her as my lawyer, provide her with some easy

dark street, I felt

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

not our mate yet,” I responded in my mind, but growled under my breath as I

my wolf retorted. “Did you even see the fire in her eyes? The

right. This strange girl, this peasant who I happened to stumble upon in the middle of the night, was an enigma. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with icy gray eyes and a

when I found her fighting those Rogues. I would have been curious to sit there

for my men to stop. I was acting out of character.

If it weren’t for her scent, I might have driven past or, at

round lips tasted like cherries, and her fingers tangled themselves in my hair, tugging gently, her body begging me for more. Fuck, I thought to myself, leaning my head back against the car seat. I could have

wolf, feeling the weight of

Over our mate?” My wolf’s

to meet my mate and have

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

you see how she sneered at you and stormed away? How many so-called ‘nobles’ in our circle would have

no answer. The woman’s rejection stung more than I was willing to admit. Country girls like her typically jumped at such opportunities, but

here. She’s genuine, authentic. Not like the rest.