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 to the rival gang?

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

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

show their faces soon,” Harry continued confidently, “and when they do, they’ll

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

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

feeling the faint imprints of his fingers. Turning to face him, I was met with those same intense eyes, searching mine for

sharp cheekbones, and tousled hair gave him an air of ruggedness. But

bore into mine sent shivers down my spine. They almost seemed to dance with mischief, but there was a depth to them, a guarded story that intrigued

echoing the rapid

his gaze never leaving mine. “I thought I recognized you at the party. You’ve got a knack for finding

my veins. “You’re the man from the park, aren’t you? The one

stranger nodded, but said

me twice

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

my mind raced and my heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. “Thank you,” I finally managed, feeling a hot flush

me fully. “Just being in the right place at

situation sunk in, I couldn’t help but take a moment to really look

of tousled dark hair, seemed

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

heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure that emerged from the darkness wasn’t another henchman or an assassin-it

with relief, but his eyes 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 me for

unmistakable. “Logan,” I started, feeling torn. “This is Devon. He… he