His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 297 Temptation & Her Mistress

Logan

The symphony of the ballroom surrounded us: the gentle murmur of voices, the soft clink of glasses, and the mesmerizing notes of the orchestra weaving a spell around the dancing couples.

But amidst all the sounds, there was a silence, a charged void, between Ella and me. Every step we took, every turn, and every glide was a wordless conversation.

My wolf, always alert beneath the surface, yearned to entangle with hers, to join in a dance of their own. I could feel the pull, the almost magnetic attraction between our two spirits, and it was maddening.

“I wish she would let me in,” my wolf complained, his voice a growl in the back of my mind as it mirrored my own turmoil. “Just for a moment.”

“I know,” I answered. “She’s a fortress.”

No matter what I did, Ella and her wolf resisted. There was a barrier, a wall she had erected, both to protect herself and to maintain at distance from the chaos of my world. My wolf growled low in frustration, longing to bridge that gap, to assert our bond..

I wanted to pull her close, to feel her breath against my lips, to lose myself in the intoxicating allure she radiated. The urge was overwhelming, almost primal, yet the conscious part of me fought it..

I knew it wasn’t the time, nor the place.

“You keep staring at me,” Ella said, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “It’s weird.”

twirl as the

an even deeper shade of red than it already was. “You’re flirting with me.” “So

tightened on her waist, her fingers gripped my shoulder a tad firmer, our eyes locked in an

on the edge of something profound, a precipice, and the fall was tantalizing. But just as the dance concluded, with our faces inches apart and the promise of a kiss hanging in

my father’s piercing eyes.

previously soft and lost in our connection, now held

swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat, “get yourself another drink at the bar. I’ll join you

betraying what almost

tempest of emotions within. I knew I had to face my father, to address whatever reservations he held. But the thought of it,

in the air as 1 walked over to my father, a poignant reminder of the emotional

protector of a stranger. And yet, the very elements of her that baffled me also drew me

voice cut through the gossamer thread of thoughts weaving

turned, facing him. His stature always. reminded me of the old oaks on our family estate-solid, enduring, and occasionally imposing. “Your ‘girlfriend’ seems quite taken with the hired help,” he remarked dryly, his eyes trained on

in her ethereal beauty, looked slightly out

the shadow of at smile dancing on my lips. “She has a way of connecting

to mine, so I allowed you and your Alpha Princess to play

on Ella. “Rodrick beat that escort, and you and I both know that it’s a favorite pastime of his.

I suppose next, you plan on taking on half of the men in this place,” my father said, subtly gesturing around with his martini glass. “Then perhaps after that, you’ll

wore a blood red suit, with snakeskin shoes and

to him. “Rodrick hadn’t paid his bill in quite some time, so it’s all settled now. But cross that line again, and you-and ‘Dahlia’-will both be

reply, Harry sauntered over, his gait confident. Marina, dressed in an expensive red dress, was on his arm, laughing at something he had whispered. But the laugh only went as far as her lips; it didn’t reach

was boisterous. He reveled in the attention, while

boomed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Drowning in the depths of another philosophical debate

Marina. “And you, enjoying the simpler pleasures,

wind chimes in a gentle breeze. “Harry does have a way of making everything feel light-hearted,” she said, giving me