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.”

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

away, I whispered, “I’ve told you before,

chin, gently forcing

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

only I could hear. “He truly cares, Ella. Look at him. He has shown time and time again that he wants to change, that

completely different worlds.

flitting across my face, Logan’s expression softened. He reached out, fingers brushing against my wrist.

needing a diversion from the whirlwind of feelings threatening to consume me. “Logan, we have more pressing

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

reached out, cupping his face with both hands, forcing

but he 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

around. It felt both intimate and suffocating, as if the world had both shrunk and expanded in the

flicker of an idea lit up his eyes. With no preamble, he leaned in close, his voice a

mingling with

respond, merely repeating his command, this time with an edge of

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 the nape of his neck as his own arms encircled my

there was a warmth, a connection, and his intention became clear. Through

this engagement party if you don’t want to. Just say the

ripple of concern through me. “But will you be okay