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.

outdoors. I quickened my pace, keeping my eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling

I’m talking to you!” His voice grew

hoping that my firm

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

said I don’t have any money.

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

struck me like a blow. My wallet. Before I could react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching for my pocket. Panic surged, and my

side-stepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind

grip. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Please let

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 disappeared into the

vulgar comments. A group of men,

voice dripping with sleaze. “Who wouldn’t want a hot Alpha

myself, brushing myself off as I picked up my pace. But the men followed. The sound of their wolf whistles grated on my nerves, each one more insistent

in closer with every

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 panic weave their way around

every 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

the largest of the group, a tall man with slicked-back hair, sauntered forward, chuckling, “Ooh, so scary. Think you can take us all

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

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 the looming bridge

breath, preparing to unleash whatever I could muster. I just