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.”

you think you can hide anything from me. Logan… there’s something between you two, isn’t there? You’re starting to… feel

recent encounters-the brief touches, the lingering glances, the shared bed. “There’s

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

the salty taste 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

Ella. It’s about

if that were the case, my

and Moana’s story? A love story that defied all odds, broke barriers. They didn’t

my father and Moana. Logan and I are too different, from entirely different walks

him as your mate? You’ve had multiple opportunities, yet here 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

I… I hate

having the time

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

whispered out loud, swallowing. “I don’t

as though she was curling up and drifting off to sleep.

out a soft sigh and pushed

taken a few steps when muted voices caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound, moving stealthily so as not to

would just sell us out like that, Harry?” one

of work, everyone’s

still wearing his suit from the party, was talking to a group of men. Among them was his massive bodyguard, whose very

mess with that? It’s not just another street drug,” the

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 I knew,

of the conversation between the group