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.”

emotions, I nearly missed Logan’s concerned

fooled for a second. “You don’t have to put on

this world through his eyes,

eyes. remained dark and serious. “Trust me, I know. It’s like being in a nest of vipers, every single time. But it’ll

consideration, I felt a warmth. toward him

heavier than the words alone. He simply tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me closer to his side, as if that

the weight of everything my internal battles, the overbearing atmosphere-threatened to crush

I murmured, needing a reprieve. Logan nodded, his fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair out of my face, putting on the show of

the time you

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

one crying softly while the other two tried to console her. Their elegant

the mirror. “Is everything okay?” The crying girl, her mascara smeared, lifted her head

another evening with these animals,” she murmured, her voice laced with resignation. One of her friends, a tall blonde with a sharp jawline, sighed heavily. “She didn’t play her part. well, apparently. The bastards think they

within me. “Who did this?” I demanded. The third girl, with chestnut curls cascading down her back, gently

and tried to straighten.

genuine connection. Lina smirked bitterly, wincing in pain. “Are you one

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

on her lips.

brunette admonished. Mel shrugged. “Just calling it like I see it. We all have our roles here.” I wet a washcloth with cold water, offering it

she mumbled. The three of them exchanged glances. I felt like I’d unwittingly stumbled into a world

eyes studying me, “do you love

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