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.”

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

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

approached, and the intensity between us grew. My hand tightened on her waist, her fingers gripped

But just as the dance concluded, with our faces

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

eyes, previously soft and lost in our connection, now held a hint of confusion,

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

her voice betraying what almost sounded like a hint of disappointment. “I’ll wait

made her way to the bar, I took a deep breath, attempting to quell the tempest of emotions within. I knew I had to face my father,

over to my father, a poignant reminder of the emotional whirlwind that

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

gossamer thread

enduring, and occasionally imposing. “Your ‘girlfriend’ seems quite taken

her ethereal beauty, looked slightly out of place amidst the grandeur, like a wildflower in a manicured.

of at smile dancing on my

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

I defended, my gaze still fixed on Ella. “Rodrick beat that escort, and you and I both

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

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

drawing my attention back 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 sorry

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 her eyes, which

and I were night and day. Where I was reserved, he was boisterous. He reveled in the attention, while I often found

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

Harry to Marina.

“Harry does have a way of making everything feel light-hearted,” she said, giving