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.

rough, betraying years of exposure to the harsh outdoors. I quickened my pace, keeping my eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling that I was being followed

I’m talking to you!” His voice grew more

money on me,” I replied, hoping that my firm tone would discourage him. from continuing this

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

halted abruptly, rounding on him. “I said I don’t have

with a mix of desperation and malice. “You Alphas… always thinking you’re better

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

side-stepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back and

struggling beneath my grip.

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. Without a word, he took off and

my breath when I heard it-the wolf-whistles and vulgar

of them remarked, his voice dripping with sleaze. “Who wouldn’t want a

followed. The sound of their wolf whistles grated

smirk splitting his face. Another added, leaning in closer with

an ominous shadow, its underside masked in darkness. It was the perfect cover for them, and I felt the familiar icy tendrils

“Back off! I’m not interested.” My claws extended menacingly, the

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

emboldened by his friend’s bravado, displayed his neck mockingly. “Go ahead, baby. Cut me. I like it rough.” His suggestive tone only

to think fast. Every instinct in me told me to run, but with the looming bridge and these men trailing me, that was a dangerous

my wolf grew more agitated, urging me to fight and defend, I took a deep breath, preparing to unleash whatever I could muster. I just