His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 289 Hot Alpha Girlfriend:

Ella

The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains as I stretched, pulling myself from the depths of sleep. After climbing out of bed and slipping my robe around my shoulders, I tentatively cracked open my bedroom door, expecting to see Logan there.

I glanced around, my eyes falling on the crumpled blanket on the couch. There was no sign of Logan. Instead, on my coffee table, lay a neat note, written in his sprawling handwriting. “Ella,” it began, “Thanks for a memorable evening. Apologies for overstepping. – Logan.”

I sighed, folding the note and tucking it into my pocket. Regardless of the emotions last night had brought, it was a new day, and I had a routine to stick to. Quickly, I changed into my hiking gear – a pair of durable leggings, a lightweight shirt, and sturdy boots. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed a bottle of water and headed out, intending to lose myself in nature.

The park’s hiking trails were my favorite Saturday morning getaway, a place where I could connect with the earth and forget about the worries of the urban jungle.

It was there, amidst the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves, that I crossed paths with him-a gaunt, unkempt man. His eyes, wild and unfocused, darted around, finally settling on me.

The moment the unkempt man locked his gaze on mine, an instinctual shiver shot down my spine. I knew where this was going.

years of exposure to the harsh outdoors. I quickened my pace, keeping my eyes trained on

talking to you!” His voice grew more

that my firm tone would discourage

a raspy, almost mocking tone to it. “Look at you-dressed all nice, with that shiny hair and those expensive- looking

said I don’t have

thinking you’re better than everyone else. But I’ve

pocket, and the realization struck me like a blow. My wallet. Before I could react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching

grabbed his wrist,

homeless man stammered, struggling beneath my grip. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Please

guttural growl rumbled in my throat. For a moment, I considered tying him up and leaving him there, but I decided to release my grip. I stood, allowing the homeless man to scramble to his feet.

wolf-whistles and vulgar comments. A group of men, clearly impressed by what they’d

at that,” one of them remarked, his voice dripping with sleaze. “Who

up my pace. But the men followed.

a predatory smirk splitting his face. Another added, leaning in closer with every word, “Such a fierce little

benign banter turned sour, their intentions clear. The looming bridge up ahead cast an ominous shadow, its underside masked in darkness. It

I squared my shoulders and raised my voice. “Back off! I’m not interested.” My claws extended

man with slicked-back hair, sauntered forward, chuckling, “Ooh, so scary. Think you can take

his neck mockingly. “Go ahead, baby. Cut me. I like it rough.” His suggestive tone only heightened my

berated myself. Why had I been so careless to forget my pepper spray? But self- pity wouldn’t help me now. I had to think fast. Every instinct in me told me to run, but with

preparing to unleash whatever I could muster. I just needed a small distraction or an