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.”

guiding her gracefully through a twirl as the music swelled. “You keep staring at me, too,

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

of the dance approached, and the intensity between us grew. My hand tightened on her waist, her fingers gripped my shoulder a tad firmer, our eyes locked in

edge of something profound, a precipice, and the fall was tantalizing. But just as the dance concluded, with our faces inches

and met my father’s piercing eyes. They held a clear warning, a silent

the shift, the sudden tension. Her eyes, previously soft and lost in our connection,

words catching in my throat, “get yourself another drink

her voice betraying what almost sounded like

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

dance’s last note still lingered in the air as 1 walked over to my father, a poignant reminder of the

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

my father’s voice cut through the gossamer

old oaks on our family estate-solid, enduring, and occasionally imposing. “Your ‘girlfriend’ seems quite taken with the hired help,” he remarked dryly, his

slightly out of place amidst the grandeur, like a wildflower in a

smile dancing on my lips. “She has a way of connecting with people, a

spectacle earlier because the man you brutalized-Rodrick-was a problem. His businesses were cutting a little too close to mine, so I allowed you and your Alpha Princess to play your little game of ‘sticking it to the man’. But remember who you are, Logan. And who she might turn out to be. It’s unwise to trust someone who so openly fraternizes

I had no choice,” I defended, my gaze still fixed on Ella. “Rodrick beat that escort, and you and I both know that it’s a favorite

my father said,

a man in the corner. He wore a blood red suit, with snakeskin

bill in quite some time, so it’s all settled now. But cross that

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

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

on his lips. “Drowning

Marina. “And you, enjoying the simpler pleasures,

breeze. “Harry does have a way of making everything feel light-hearted,” she said, giving me that snakelike look once more.