His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 348 Dna

Logan

I could barely focus on the objects around me, my mind still echoing with the remnants of the day, but it was the mask in my hand, the last piece of evidence from the fight in the empty warehouse, that rang the loudest.

“Garrett, was there really nothing else?” I asked, my voice terse as I tried to suppress the rising anxiety inside of me.

My trusted Beta glanced at me, his face etched with lines of strain from days of working nonstop. “That’s it, Sir. The boys and I went over the entire place with a fine-tooth comb. But if you’d like to look yourself…”

I nodded even though I was exhausted from my brother’s wedding shower. “I would. Let’s go.”

Without any argument, Garrett followed me to the car. He was used to this by now; I rarely did anything, especially not anything like this, without a personal hand in the process. It wasn’t that I distrusted my men, but I distrusted the idea of an Alpha in my position doing too much delegating.

The air was dense as we pulled up to the warehouse a little while later. Last time, I found a handkerchief with the initials “D.L.” on it, half of a clue, a phantom leading nowhere.

We had sent it in for testing, but there was no DNA to be found on it. It was almost as though it was placed there for me, as either a tease or a lead. I couldn’t figure out which, but I was leaning toward a tease.

Vicious mockery indeed, I thought to myself as I climbed out of the car. Whoever this “D.L.” was -if they were even real-was elusive. If my brother hired this person, he was doing a damn good job of causing unrest.

And maybe that was exactly what my brother wanted. But when it came to Ella being in danger, that was where I drew the line. Baseless threat or not, I didn’t care. My brother could mess with me all he wanted, but Ella?

my life

of rubber, perhaps from a shoe, caught my eye. Another puzzle piece. I picked it

rubber up in

he asked, eyeing me confusedly “Piece of rubber? From a

“Look at the ridges. Looks like the sole of a shoe. Boot,

a little taken aback. “Sir?” he asked.

with nothing but dirt and dust on the results. But I

thinking, before he

skin still stinging on the spot where the bullet had grazed me. The glass of whiskey in my

he growled softly within me, the longing apparent in

of emotions warring within me. “But she was right: we’re from two completely different worlds. She’s from the light side,

touch, of her fervent kisses in my childhood playroom were still fresh on my mind. “She’ll never want us,” murmured, feeling the sting of that

wolf persisted, his growl louder. “She’s our mate! We can’t just give up

from this criminal lifestyle,” I mused aloud. “It was a

the underworld. Could I truly leave it all behind, cut the strings that

fleeting thought of faking my own death and starting anew somewhere else danced in my mind, but the chains of my upbringing seemed too entrenched, too deeply woven into my being for me to simply leave. Someone would find me,

my wolf as I took another

side in a new life was tantalizing, but the harsh truth resonated louder. She would