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.

pace, keeping my eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling that I was being

I’m talking to you!” His voice grew more insistent. “Spare

firm tone would discourage

tone to it. “Look at you-dressed all nice, with that

“I said I don’t have any

and glazed, now sharpened with a mix of desperation and malice. “You Alphas… always thinking you’re better than everyone else. But I’ve been watching. I’ve seen

wallet. Before I could react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching for my pocket. Panic surged,

motion, I side-stepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind

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

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

my breath when I heard it-the wolf-whistles and vulgar comments. A group of men, clearly impressed by what they’d just

dripping with sleaze. “Who wouldn’t

men followed. The sound of their wolf whistles grated on

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

looming bridge up ahead cast an ominous shadow, its underside masked in darkness. It was the perfect cover for them, and I felt the familiar icy tendrils of

ounce of courage I had, I squared my shoulders and raised my voice. “Back off! I’m not interested.” My claws extended menacingly, the tips glinting

the group, a tall man with slicked-back hair,

friend’s bravado, displayed his neck mockingly. “Go ahead, baby. Cut me.

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

as my wolf grew more agitated, urging me to fight and defend, I took a deep breath, preparing