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.”

I nearly missed Logan’s concerned gaze. “Ella?

refocus. “I’m just taking it all in, I lied, offering a smile I hoped was convincing. He eyed me, not fooled for a second. “You don’t have to put on a brave face. If you hate this, tell me.

me off guard. Looking around, I tried to imagine seeing this world through his eyes, a never-ending

I know. It’s like being in a nest of vipers, every single time. But it’ll end soon. And I promise to steer clear

toward him that was

sentiment heavier than the words alone. He simply tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me

the evening continued its relentless march, the weight of everything my internal battles, the

strand of hair out of my face, putting

the time

slipped away, heading towards the restroom. When I pushed open the door, I was met by a stark contrast to the opulent ballroom. The restroom was an oasis of soft, ambient lighting and muted colors, designed to soothe the senses. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung from

I could hear faint sobs. I hesitated, but my empathy overrode my sense of privacy. Three women stood near a gilded mirror, one crying softly while

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

blonde with a sharp

I demanded. The third girl, with chestnut curls cascading down

to straighten. up. “It doesn’t matter. They’re all

my thoughts drifting to Logan and our moments of genuine connection. Lina smirked bitterly, wincing

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

her lips. “Lucky you. Riding the wave without getting drowned,

Mel shrugged. “Just calling it like I see it. We all have our roles here.” I wet a washcloth with cold water, offering it to Lina. “Here. It might

against her eye. “Thanks,” she mumbled. The three of them

her icy blue eyes studying me, “do you

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