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.”

to get the intel

But they’re not as

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

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

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

hear my own ragged breathing, the rapid thudding of my heart threatening to

reached for my wrist, feeling the faint imprints of his fingers. Turning to face him, I was met with those same intense eyes, searching mine for any sign of recognition or

jaw, sharp cheekbones, and tousled hair gave him an air of

my spine. They almost seemed to dance with mischief, but

voice trembled, echoing the

leaving mine. “I thought I recognized you at the party. You’ve got a knack for finding trouble,

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 helped me

stranger nodded, but

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

you, I happened to be

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

softly, releasing me fully. “Just being in the right place at

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

His chiseled features, framed by a mop of tousled dark hair, seemed to come straight out of a romance novel. The realization

room,”

pulse spiked again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure that emerged from the darkness

frame stood protectively in front of me, his gaze narrowed at the man who had just

here?” He demanded, the edge to his voice unmistakable.