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.

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 persisted, and sure enough, his footsteps grew louder

I’m talking to you!” His voice grew

me,” I replied, hoping that my firm tone

laughed, a raspy, almost mocking tone to it. “Look at you-dressed all nice,

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

thinking

to my side pocket, and the realization struck me like a blow. My wallet. Before I could react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching for my pocket. Panic surged, and my wolf responded, adrenaline coursing through my

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

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

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

it-the wolf-whistles and vulgar comments. A group of men, clearly impressed by what they’d just witnessed, approached

remarked, his voice dripping with

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

splitting his face. Another added, leaning in closer with every word,

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

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

tall man with slicked-back

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

wouldn’t help me now. I had to think fast. Every instinct in me told me to run, but

agitated, urging me to fight and defend, I took a deep breath, preparing to unleash whatever I could muster. I