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.

eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling that

to you!” His voice

my firm tone would discourage him.

nice, with that shiny hair and those expensive- looking boots. Yo’ve got to have a little

said I don’t have any money.

and malice. “You Alphas… always thinking

the realization struck me like a blow. My wallet. Before I could react, he lunged

and grabbed

the homeless man stammered, struggling beneath my grip. “Alright,

decided to release my grip. I stood, allowing the homeless man to scramble to his feet. Without a word,

have time to catch my breath when I heard it-the wolf-whistles and vulgar comments. A group of men, clearly impressed by what

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

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

leaning in closer with every word, “Such a fierce little Alpha, aren’t you? Why

intentions clear. The looming bridge up ahead cast an ominous shadow, its underside masked in darkness. It was the perfect cover for them,

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

slicked-back hair, sauntered forward,

neck mockingly. “Go ahead, baby. Cut me. I like it rough.” His suggestive

self- pity wouldn’t help me now. I had to think fast. Every

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