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

down my spine. “There are always rats in the shadows. But they’re not as clever as they think. They’ll slip up, and when they

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, something I had only first heard whispers of that night, was now at the center of

soon,” Harry continued confidently, “and when they do, they’ll wish.

on me never 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

hear my own ragged breathing, the

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

air of ruggedness. But it was the depths of his eyes that held me captive-a swirling

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

trembled, echoing the rapid

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

and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the man from

stranger nodded,

how this man was connected to Harry… and how he had somehow stumbled across me twice now in a

an eyebrow, his gaze steady and surprisingly calm given the situation. “Lucky for you, I happened to be here. Another couple of steps, and you might’ve been the

chest. “Thank you,” I finally managed, feeling a hot flush creep up my cheeks as I realized just how close our

being in the right place at the

situation sunk in, I couldn’t help but take a

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

room,” I stammered, taking

again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure

voice was thick with relief, but his eyes darted suspiciously between me and Devon. Logan’s broad frame stood protectively in front of me, his

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