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.

I quickened my pace, keeping my eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling that I was being followed persisted, and sure enough, his footsteps grew louder and more

you!” His voice grew

have any money on me,” I replied, hoping that my firm

raspy, almost mocking tone to it. “Look at you-dressed all nice, with that shiny hair and those expensive- looking boots. Yo’ve got to have a little

rounding on him. “I said I don’t have any money.

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 how you move, where

Before I could react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching for my pocket. Panic surged, and my wolf responded, adrenaline coursing

instincts took over. In one swift motion, I side-stepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back

man stammered, struggling beneath my grip. “Alright,

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. Without a word, he took off and

time to catch my breath when I heard it-the wolf-whistles and vulgar comments. A group

his voice dripping with sleaze. “Who wouldn’t want

up my pace. But the men followed. The sound of their wolf whistles grated on my nerves, each one more

in closer with every word, “Such a fierce little

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

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

with slicked-back hair, sauntered forward, chuckling, “Ooh,

ahead, baby. Cut me. I like it rough.” His

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 the looming bridge and these men trailing

defend, I took a deep breath, preparing to unleash whatever I could muster. I just needed a small distraction or an