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.”

a playful nudge in my mind. “You’re lying to yourself if you think you can hide anything from me. Logan… there’s

of our recent encounters-the brief touches, the lingering glances,

“I live within you, Ella. I feel what you feel. There’s

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 the light. The two just don’t

about merging, Ella. It’s about complementing,

anything about love,” I responded, stifling a wry chuckle. “But even if that were the case, my family would never understand. Our traditions, our beliefs… they clash with everything Logan stands

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

scoff than genuine mirth. “This isn’t anything like my father and Moana. Logan and I are too different, from entirely different walks

mate? You’ve had multiple opportunities, yet here you are, still tethered to him. Maybe, deep down, you

a clarity that cut through my self-imposed fog. I didn’t have 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 my

be together. I… I hate him. I hate this world that he’s

been having the time of your

almost made a growl rumble in the back of my throat. As my claws began to

I whispered out loud, swallowing. “I don’t wanna talk about

fade, as though she was curling up and drifting off to sleep. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts

keep moving, I let out a soft sigh and pushed

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

that, Harry?” one voice, rough and slightly anxious, questioned. Harry’s voice, unmistakable

our line of

wearing his suit from the party, was talking to a group of men. Among them was his

Why would he mess with that? It’s not just another street drug,” the same voice from before

party, which Logan explained to me-a new, highly potent substance causing ripples in the underworld. It made people’s wolves

me, given his reputation, but the gravity of the conversation between the group of men weighed heavily