His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 305 A Familiar Face

Ella

The evening was unusually cool, and the air held the crispness of an impending storm. As I walked along the periphery of the yacht, the cool breeze gently teased my hair, whispering secrets of the sea into my ears.

The yacht itself was magnificent, a true. testament to wealth and extravagance. Every inch sparkled, reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight.

Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I inhaled deeply, allowing the salty air to soothe my frazzled nerves. The party below deck had long since gone quiet, but the lavish bedroom I shared with Logan was no respite, either. I needed a break, some time alone to collect my thoughts..

The sky was painted with the inky blue of dusk, and the horizon seemed to stretch endlessly before me. I walked to the edge of the yacht, leaning on the railing, and felt the coolness seep through the metal into my palms. Below, the ocean waves kissed the side of the boat, whispering its secrets to anyone who would be willing to listen.

As I looked into the depths, I felt the familiar stir of my wolf. We had been one for so long now that her presence was like a second heartbeat. In the quiet moments, when the world around faded, she was my confidante, my mirror.

“Ella,” her voice, a gentle murmur in my mind, began. “Why do you resist the pull with Logan? The connection?”

I sighed, a slow exhale that carried with it the weight of a thousand unspoken words. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Ema.”

lying to yourself if you think you can hide anything from me. Logan… there’s something between you

brief touches, the lingering glances, the shared bed. “There’s nothing. Just a temporary alliance.

but probing. “I live within you, Ella. I feel what you feel. There’s a spark, a tether that pulls you two

of the sea wind merging with my own emotions. “Yes, sometimes I do feel… something. But it’s impossible. He’s my fated mate, sure, but it’s not like the fairytales. Our worlds are so different. He’s a creature of the shadows, and I… I belong to

Ella. It’s

stifling a wry chuckle. “But even if that were the case, my family would never understand. Our traditions, our beliefs… they

story? A love story that defied all odds, broke barriers. They didn’t have it easy, but they found their way. And now look at

my father and Moana. Logan and I are too different, from entirely different walks of life. It would never work, and once our business arrangement ends in a year, that’s it. We’ll go our separate

tone dripping with skepticism, “why haven’t you rejected him as your mate? You’ve had multiple opportunities, yet here you are, still tethered

an answer, not one that I was ready to admit. Instead, I continued to gaze out at the vast expanse of the ocean for a while longer, letting its soothing waves lull

still doesn’t change anything,” I finally said. “We can’t be together. I… I hate him. I hate this world that

having the time of your life,

the back of my throat. As my claws began to instinctively come

out loud, swallowing. “I

felt her presence fade, as though she was curling up and drifting off to sleep. Once again, I was

a soft sigh and pushed myself away from

caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound, moving stealthily so as not to alert anyone of

one voice, rough and slightly

line of work, everyone’s got

behind some potted plants, I dared to peek around the corner. Harry, still wearing his suit from the party, was

It’s not just another street drug,” the same voice from before said, laced with genuine

pieces about this ‘W’ drug at the party, which Logan explained to me-a new, highly potent substance causing ripples in the

gravity of the conversation between the group