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.”

but how did he manage to get the intel to the rival gang?

down my spine. “There are always rats in the shadows. But they’re not as clever as

information to a rival gang. The ‘W’ drug, something I had only first heard whispers of that night, was now at the center

confidently, “and

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 loomed nearby. The temptation to bolt was

their voices finally faded, a thick silence enveloped the alcove. I could hear my own ragged

cautious step back. I instinctively reached for my wrist, feeling the faint imprints of his fingers. Turning to

clearly now. His chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, and tousled hair gave him an air of ruggedness. But it was the depths of his eyes that held me captive-a swirling mix of mystery,

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

you?” My voice trembled, echoing the

curved into a half-smile, revealing a dimple. “Devon,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving mine. “I thought I recognized you at the party. You’ve got a knack for finding trouble, don’t

the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the man from the park, aren’t you? The one who helped me deal with

nodded, but

how he had somehow stumbled across me twice now in a row. “I… I didn’t

given the situation. “Lucky for you, I happened to be

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

softly, releasing me fully. “Just being in the

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

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

should, uh, get back to my room,” I stammered, taking

again, heart thudding loudly in my ears. But the figure that emerged from the darkness wasn’t another

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

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