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.”

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

spine. “There are always rats in the shadows. But they’re not as clever as they think.

The ‘W’ drug, something I had only first heard whispers of that night, was now at the center of a dangerous

Harry continued confidently, “and

on me never wavered, even as Harry and his goons passed by our hiding. spot. Every second felt like an eternity, and all I could think of was

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

reached for my wrist, feeling the faint imprints of his fingers.

His chiseled jaw, 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, danger, and something I couldn’t

almost seemed to dance with mischief, but there was a depth to them, a guarded story that

My voice trembled, echoing the rapid

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

trying to process his words while still grappling with the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the man from the park, aren’t you? The one who

stranger nodded, but

Harry… and how he had somehow stumbled across me twice now

his gaze steady and surprisingly calm given the situation. “Lucky for you, I happened to be here. Another couple of steps, and

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

releasing me fully. “Just being in the right

the situation sunk in, I couldn’t help but

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

my room,” I stammered, taking

spiked again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure that

eyes darted suspiciously between me and Devon. Logan’s broad frame stood protectively in front of me, his gaze narrowed at the man who

He demanded, the edge to his voice unmistakable. “Logan,” I started,