His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 306 Right Place, Right Time

Ella

The dark alcove where the stranger had pulled me offered a deceptive sense of security, but every fiber of my being screamed danger.

Before I could make sense of how I knew this man, his fingers tightened around my wrist, and his other hand came up to rest on my lips, silencing any potential scream. The soft glow from a distant chandelier created a play of light and shadow across his face, emphasizing his intense gaze.

My wolf growled inside of me, a low rumble of warning that vibrated through my core. “Fight,” she whispered, urging me to attack the stranger and make a break for it. I could feel my muscles tensing in preparation, every instinct primed to obey the primal voice inside my head.

But just as I was about to make my move, a hauntingly familiar voice echoed down the corridor, freezing me in my tracks. Harry and his men. They were headed our way.

“…don’t know why you trusted him in the first place,” one of the men sneered.

“That’s why he’s dead now,” came Harry’s voice, dripping with casual malice. The sound of footsteps grew louder, echoing the dread that rose in my chest.

My heart raced as I pressed myself deeper into the shadows of the alcove, the stranger’s hold unyielding. Straining my ears, I picked up more of their conversation.

“This ‘W’ drug is our ticket to the top,” Harry said, the sinister undertones in his voice making me shiver. “That rat had to be dealt with.”

how did he manage to get the intel to the rival gang? We’ve been careful,” another voice

my spine. “There are always rats in the shadows. But they’re not as clever as they think. They’ll slip up, and when they do,

mole who was feeding information to a rival gang. The ‘W’ drug, something I had

confidently, “and when they do, they’ll wish. they’d never

felt like an eternity, and all I could think of was the very real danger that loomed nearby. The temptation to bolt was overwhelming, but the stranger’s firm hold

voices finally faded, a thick silence enveloped the alcove. I could hear my own ragged breathing, the rapid

faint imprints of his fingers. Turning to face him, I was met with those same intense eyes, searching mine

sharp cheekbones, and tousled hair gave him an air of ruggedness. But it was the depths of his eyes that held me captive-a swirling mix of mystery,

shivers down my spine. They almost seemed to dance

are you?” My voice trembled, echoing the rapid

dimple. “Devon,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving mine. “I thought I recognized you at the party. You’ve got a

veins. “You’re the man from the park, aren’t you? The one who helped me deal with those other

nodded, but

how he had somehow stumbled across me twice now in a row. “I…

the situation. “Lucky for you, I happened to be here. Another couple of steps, and you might’ve been the next ‘traitor’ going

like a war drum in my chest. “Thank you,” I finally managed, feeling a hot flush creep up my cheeks as I realized just

being in the right place at

of the situation sunk in, I couldn’t help but take a

chiseled features, framed by a mop of tousled dark hair, seemed to come straight out

room,” I stammered, taking a cautious step

shadow appeared around the corner. My pulse spiked again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure that emerged from the darkness

broad frame stood protectively in front

going on here?” He demanded, the edge to his voice unmistakable. “Logan,” I