His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 349

Chapter 349 Den of Thieves

Ella

The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I walked the familiar route to work on Monday morning. The city, with its towering buildings and crowded streets, was awake and buzzing with the day’s promise.

I felt well-rested after my exciting weekend, and ready to tackle whatever else came my way. Even though memories of what had transpired at the wedding shower and what-ifs about the potential meeting with my parents whirled around my head, I felt at least clear-headed enough to get started on figuring it all out.

However, the moment of tranquility was disrupted by a sudden commotion-yelling, to be precise.

“My purse! Stop! My purse!”

Without a second thought, my feet veered off the path, following the source of the distressed cries. It was an old woman, clutching her bag while a Rogue tried to wrestle it away from her frail hands..

“Shut up, old hag!” the Rogue snarled, his fists clenched as he advanced on her. “Give me your purse. Now!”

The old woman shook and whimpered, her shaking hand beginning to hold her purse out. But I wasn’t about to stand by and just watch this happen. Feeling a growl rumble in the back of my throat, I called out.

“Hey!”

The Rogue’s eyebrows raised as he turned to face me. “You want somethin’, sweetheart? Mind your own goddamn business.”

“Oh, I’ll mind my business,” I snarled, taking a few more steps toward the Rogue. “Once I’m done with you.”

“What, a little girl like you? I’d crush you in an instant. Get out of here,

the Rogue cut her off, whipping the silver blade of a knife out of his pocket

up, bitch!” he

when I had enough.

Ema growled. “I want to feel

the first time in a long time, I let my wolf take over. My body surged, Ema’s powers fuelling my limbs with strength and agility, and in a blink, I was by the old

clenching my hands

neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in

him and hit him with a swift elbow jab to the spot between his shoulder blades. He groaned, whirling around to face me, and made another move for me. This time, moving on muscle memory alone, I looped my arms around his neck and under his armpit, brought my leg around behind him, and sent him to the ground with a

scrambling to

final warning resonating in the air. Without another word the Rogue slipped away,

to the older woman, concern lacing my words above

face, creased with the tales of many years, softened in relief. “Oh, dear, thank

her hand grabbed mine and gave it a squeeze.

don’t

the old woman said, waving me off. “It’s the least

It was unnecessary, but a nice gesture nonetheless. “Thanks,” I said

peaceful, friendly. But it has changed so much, and so quickly, too. It’s sad to

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