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.”

the intel to

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

an informant, a mole who was feeding information to a rival gang. The ‘W’ drug, something I had only first heard whispers of that night, was now at the center of a dangerous game, and I had inadvertently stepped into its

soon,” Harry continued confidently, “and when

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 the very real danger that loomed nearby. The temptation to bolt was overwhelming, but

their voices finally faded, a thick silence enveloped the alcove. I could hear my

my wrist, feeling the faint imprints of his fingers. Turning

jaw, sharp cheekbones, and tousled hair gave him an air of ruggedness. But it was the depths of his

almost seemed to dance with mischief, but

trembled, echoing the rapid drumming of

a dimple. “Devon,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving mine. “I thought I recognized you at

grappling with the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the man from the park,

nodded, but said

to Harry… and how he had somehow stumbled across me twice now in a row. “I… I didn’t mean to witness…whatever that was. I just needed some

for you, I happened to be here. Another couple of steps, and you

mind raced and my heart pounded 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 this small alcove. “I

fully. “Just being in the right place at the right

I couldn’t help

a mop of tousled dark hair, seemed to come straight out of a romance novel. The

should, uh, get back to my room,” I

corner. My pulse spiked again, heart thudding loudly

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

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