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.”

if you think you can hide anything

my head, I tried to push away the memories of our recent encounters-the brief touches, the

voice was soft but probing. “I live within you, Ella. I feel what you feel. There’s a spark,

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

It’s about complementing, balancing each other

if that were the case, my family would never understand. Our traditions, our beliefs… they clash with everything Logan stands

A love story that defied all odds, broke barriers. They didn’t have it easy, but they found

“This isn’t anything like my father and Moana. Logan and I are too different, from entirely different walks of life. It would

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

I was ready to admit. Instead, I continued to gaze out at the vast

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

having the time

throat. As my claws began to instinctively come out, I gripped the railing more

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

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

out a soft sigh and pushed myself away

barely taken a few steps when muted voices caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I followed the

just sell us out like that, Harry?” one voice, rough and slightly anxious, questioned. Harry’s voice, unmistakable in its cold

of

dared to peek around the corner. Harry, still wearing his suit from the party, was talking to a group of men. Among them was his

mess with that? It’s not just another street

about this ‘W’ drug at the party, which Logan explained to me-a new, highly potent substance causing ripples in the underworld. It made people’s wolves more powerful. That was all

but the gravity of the conversation between the