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.”

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

encounters-the brief touches, the lingering glances, the shared

hours. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but probing. “I live within you, Ella. I feel what you feel. There’s a spark, a tether

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 creature of the shadows, and I… I belong

isn’t about merging, Ella. It’s about complementing, balancing each

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

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

father and Moana. Logan and I are too different,

as your mate? You’ve had multiple opportunities,

I didn’t have an answer, not one that I was ready to admit. Instead, I continued to gaze out at the vast

doesn’t change anything,” I finally said. “We can’t be together. I… I

you’ve been having the time

the back of my throat. As my claws began to

swallowing. “I

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

the urge to keep moving, I let out a

attention. Curiosity piqued, I followed the

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

our line of

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

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

party, which Logan explained to me-a new, highly potent substance

given his reputation, but the gravity of the conversation between the group