His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 294 Out Of Element

Ella

The ballroom dazzled, and it wasn’t just because of the opulent chandeliers dripping with crystals or the intricately patterned marble floors. It was the undercurrents of power and danger, the whispered exchanges and sidelong glances. Every single person seemed important in ways I didn’t understand, and every conversation felt weightier than it should.

Logan led me around the room, his charm a palpable force. I couldn’t help but watch him, part in awe and part in apprehension, as he interacted effortlessly with those around him. As we weaved through the crowd, a loud, boisterous voice pulled us into an unwanted spotlight.

“Logan!” A tall man with an ostentatious suit grinned widely, slapping Logan’s back with a hearty laugh. “Who’s this stunner you’ve got with you? Another fleeting diversion?”

Logan’s face tightened for just a split second before he responded, his voice dripping with controlled authority. “This is Dahlia. My girl.”

A peculiar warmth flooded my cheeks, and I felt something unexpected surge deep within me. My wolf stirred, reacting with a fierce possessiveness to Logan’s declaration. There was an almost overpowering urge to bridge the

small gap between us, to press my lips to his and mark him as mine. Ema growled softly, urging me to claim what she saw as rightfully ours.

“No,” I forcefully told her. “Not now. Not here.”

in the whirlwind of emotions, I nearly missed Logan’s concerned gaze. “Ella?

not fooled for a second. “You don’t have to put on a brave face. If you

guard. Looking around, I tried to imagine seeing this world through his eyes,

“Trust me, I know. It’s like being in a nest of vipers, every single time. But it’ll end soon. And

toward him that was becoming

his grip on my hand, pulling me closer to his side, as if that would somehow shield me from everything

its relentless march, the weight of everything

nodded, his fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair out of my face, putting on the show

the time

to the opulent ballroom. The restroom was an oasis of soft, ambient lighting and muted colors, designed to soothe

hesitated, but my empathy overrode my sense of privacy. Three women stood near a gilded mirror, one crying softly while the other two tried to console her. Their elegant dresses spoke

in the mirror. “Is everything okay?” The crying girl, her mascara

resignation. One of her friends, a tall blonde with a sharp jawline, sighed heavily. “She didn’t

The third girl, with chestnut curls cascading down her back, gently nudged the crying girl. “You don’t have

a tear and tried to straighten. up. “It doesn’t matter. They’re

my thoughts drifting to Logan and our moments of genuine connection. Lina smirked bitterly, wincing in pain. “Are you one of us,

from embarrassment, but from the stark reminder of my own privilege, whether it was fake or not. “No, I’m a… girlfriend. To one of

playing on her lips. “Lucky you. Riding the wave

see it. We all have our roles here.” I wet a washcloth with cold water, offering it to Lina.

eye. “Thanks,” she mumbled. The three of them exchanged glances. I felt like I’d unwittingly stumbled into

icy blue eyes studying me, “do you love him? Your

off guard by the directness of her question. “It’s… complicated. But he’s different. He’s