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 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 nothing. Just

her voice was soft but probing. “I live within you, Ella. I feel what you feel. There’s a spark, a tether that pulls you two together, beyond the primal pull of a fated mate.

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

never said anything about love,” I responded, stifling a wry chuckle. “But even if that were the case, my family would never understand. Our

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 their way. And

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

so simple,” she mused, her tone dripping with skepticism, “why haven’t you rejected him as your mate? You’ve had multiple opportunities, yet here you are, still tethered to him. Maybe, deep down, you actually might care

admit. Instead, I continued to gaze out at the vast expanse of the ocean for

“We can’t be together. I… I hate him.

having the

the back of my throat. As my

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

though she was curling up and drifting off to sleep. Once again, I

out a soft sigh and pushed myself away

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

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

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

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

recalled overhearing bits and pieces 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

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