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

rats in the shadows. But they’re not

of the situation became painfully clear. The man they’d killed was an informant, a mole who was feeding information to a rival gang. The ‘W’ drug,

their faces soon,” Harry continued confidently, “and

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 the

enveloped the alcove. I could hear my own ragged

stranger released me, taking a cautious step back. I instinctively reached for my wrist, feeling the faint imprints of his fingers. Turning to face him, I was

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 quite

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

My voice trembled, echoing the rapid

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

trying to process his words while still grappling with the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the man from

stranger nodded, but said

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

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

my 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

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

couldn’t

seemed to come straight out of a romance novel. The realization made me

back to my room,” I stammered, taking a cautious

about to leave, another shadow appeared around the corner. My pulse spiked again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure that emerged from the darkness wasn’t another henchman or an assassin-it

stood protectively in front of me, his gaze narrowed at the

the edge to his voice unmistakable. “Logan,”