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 the rival gang? We’ve been

are always rats in the shadows. But they’re not as clever as they think. They’ll slip up, and

painfully clear. The man they’d killed was 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

confidently, “and when

and all I could think of was the very real danger that loomed nearby. The temptation to

silence enveloped the alcove. I could hear my own ragged breathing, the rapid thudding of my heart

imprints of his fingers. Turning

could see him more clearly now. His chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, and tousled hair gave him an air of

spine. They almost seemed to dance with mischief, but there was

you?” My voice trembled, echoing the rapid drumming of my

“Devon,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving mine. “I

fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the man from the park, aren’t

stranger nodded,

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 fresh

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

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

being in the right place at the right

of the situation sunk in, I couldn’t help

of tousled dark hair, seemed to come straight out of a romance novel. The realization made me suddenly very

get back to my room,” I stammered, taking

to leave, another shadow appeared around the corner. My pulse spiked again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure

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

edge to his voice unmistakable. “Logan,” I started, feeling torn. “This is