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.”

can hide anything from

recent encounters-the brief touches, the lingering glances, the shared bed.

silence between us stretched for what felt like hours. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but probing. “I live within you, Ella. I feel what you feel. There’s a

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

isn’t about merging, Ella. It’s about

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

chuckled, a sound that reverberated through my very soul. “Do you remember your father and Moana’s story? A love story that defied all odds, broke barriers. They didn’t have it easy, but they found

of a scoff than genuine mirth. “This isn’t anything like 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

opportunities, yet here you are, still tethered to him. Maybe, deep down, you actually might care about him more than

words rang true, 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

I… I hate him. I

you’ve been having the time

wolf’s words almost made a growl rumble in the back of my throat. As my claws began to instinctively come out, I gripped the

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

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

moving, I let out a soft sigh and

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

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

of work, everyone’s got a

wall behind some potted plants, I 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

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

‘W’ drug at the party, which Logan explained to me-a new, highly potent

the gravity of the conversation