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.”

as the music swelled. “You keep

than it already was. “You’re flirting with me.” “So what if I am?” I asked. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ella.

us grew. My hand tightened on her waist, her fingers

tantalizing. But just as the dance concluded, with our faces inches apart and the promise of a kiss hanging in the

intimate moment, I glanced to the side and met my father’s piercing eyes. They

tension. Her eyes, previously soft and lost in our connection, now held a

I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat, “get yourself

blinked, processing the abrupt change. “Alright,” she replied, her voice betraying what almost sounded like a hint of disappointment. “I’ll wait for

the bar, I took a deep breath, attempting to quell the tempest of emotions within. I knew I had to face my father, to address whatever reservations he held. But the thought of it, the inevitable

last note still lingered in the air as 1 walked over to my father,

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

gossamer thread of thoughts

stature always. reminded me of the old oaks on our family estate-solid, enduring, and occasionally imposing. “Your ‘girlfriend’

his. Ella, in her ethereal beauty, looked slightly out of place amidst the grandeur,

I replied, the shadow of at smile dancing on my lips. “She has a

your Alpha Princess to play your little game of ‘sticking it to the man’. But remember who you are, Logan. And who she

fixed on Ella. “Rodrick beat that escort, and you and I both know

half of the men in this place,” my father said, subtly gesturing around with his martini glass. “Then perhaps after

nodded his head toward a man in the corner. He wore a blood red suit, with snakeskin shoes and a dark look in his eyes. And he was looking right

hadn’t paid his bill in quite some

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

Where I was reserved, he was boisterous. He reveled in the attention, while I often

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

Marina. “And you,

wind chimes in a gentle breeze. “Harry does have a way of making everything feel light-hearted,” she said, giving me that snakelike look once more. “Where is your