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.”

ran 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,

heat rushing to my cheeks. Looking away, I whispered, “I’ve told you before, Logan. I rejected your matehood.

my chin, gently forcing me to meet his

he 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

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

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

face, Logan’s expression softened.

the whirlwind of feelings threatening to consume me. “Logan, we have more pressing matters at hand.

persist with our previous topic, but the mention of his father brought a shadow across

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

still 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 discuss your father. Right here, right now. Don’t think you can just handle it

in the background, couples dancing and conversations buzzing around. It felt both intimate and suffocating, as if the world had both shrunk and expanded in

face paled slightly. As his gaze darted around the room, a flicker of an idea lit up his eyes. With no preamble, he leaned in close, his voice a demanding

confusion mingling

didn’t respond, merely repeating his command, this time with an edge of urgency. “Kiss

us, pressing my lips to his. An electric shock coursed through my body at the sensation of his cool lips on mine, and I instinctively found my fingers working their way through his hair, lingering on

as the seconds stretched, there was a warmth, a connection, and his intention became clear. Through

engagement party if

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