His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 340 The Kiss

Ella

“…Or do I need to prove myself?” Logan asked, his voice dropping to a husky tone.

I stifled a laugh. “Prove yourself? How?” I asked. Logan sighed, his blue eyes flashing with something that I had only seen once or twice. “However you want,” he said. “I care about you, Ella. I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of by a strange man.”

Logan’s insistence brushed against my senses like something abrasive. My rational mind sneered at his domineering tone, casting him in the role of an entitled Alpha.

However, as I silently reminded myself, our dynamic wasn’t simple-and it never had been. Another part of me, the deeper, primal part, welcomed the possessiveness that he was exhibiting now. My wolf stirred, urging me to lean into him, to seek his protection and warmth.

But I would not let that part of me take the lead. Not now.

“Logan,” I said, attempting to instill some reason into the mounting tension, “You’re being utterly ridiculous. You do realize we aren’t actually…” I lowered my voice. “… Together, right? And even if we were, I’m allowed to have friendly conversations with others. If you’re going to drag me to events like these, then I deserve at least that. And for the record, it’s not as if I accepted Devon’s invitation to his jazz club.”

Logan’s jaw set stubbornly, and his gaze hardened. “I’m not jealous,” he stated flatly. “Just worried, that’s all.”

But his eyes, those ever-expressive blue depths, betrayed him. I couldn’t resist a smirk. “Oh, really? Because every line on your face right now screams otherwise.”

His lips pursed, and I could see the twinge of annoyance in his face. With a teasing lilt, I prodded, “Come on, Logan, just admit it. You’re a tad green with envy.”

a hand through his hair. “Alright, fine. Maybe I am a little jealous. You are my fated mate, Ella. Deny it or not, it’s the truth. So, sue me if I get ticked off seeing some strange guy cozy

heat rushing to my cheeks. Looking away, I whispered,

gently forcing

murmured, his voice rough and deep. “Rejection or not, you are still my fated mate. It’s instinct, it’s primal, and it’s beyond my control. If someone so much as glances at you the wrong way, I will react. I can’t

voice whispering, a soft undertone that only I could hear. “He truly cares, Ella. Look

hesitant. We were from two completely different worlds. I still wasn’t ready to fully lean into this bond, into whatever it

Logan’s expression softened. He reached out,

of feelings threatening to consume me. “Logan, we have more pressing

topic, but the mention of his father brought a

the topic only intensified my need for answers. I reached out, cupping his face with both hands,

said nothing. I squared my shoulders, pushing aside the conflicting urges. “Logan,” I whispered so as not to be overheard, my voice firm. “We need to

around. It felt both intimate and suffocating,

room, a flicker of an idea lit up his eyes. With no preamble,

mingling with

this time with an edge

the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. An electric shock coursed through my body at the sensation of his

there was a warmth, a connection, and his intention became clear. Through our Mindlink, a bond exclusive to our kind,

go through with this engagement party if you don’t want

voice was a balm, but his words sent a ripple of concern through me. “But