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?

life in prison before he laid a

eye. Another puzzle piece. I picked it

warehouse. I held the piece of rubber up in the light,

asked, eyeing me confusedly “Piece of rubber? From a tire, maybe? It is a warehouse,

escaping my lips. “Look at the ridges. Looks like the sole of a shoe. Boot, probably. Send it in for

a little taken aback. “Sir?” he

back with nothing but dirt and dust

thinking, before he finally nodded.

on the spot where the bullet had grazed me. The glass of whiskey in my hand caught the light as I turned the crystal glass around in my fingers, but my wolf

me, the longing apparent in his

right: we’re from two completely different worlds. She’s from the light side, I’m from the darkness. And frankly, I doubt I’ll ever really escape from this. It would never work out

playroom were still fresh on my mind. “She’ll never want us,” murmured, feeling

wolf persisted, his growl louder. “She’s our

get away from this criminal lifestyle,” I mused aloud. “It was a fleeting dream. It’ll

and secrets, my soul tainted with the darkness of the

my upbringing seemed too entrenched, too deeply woven into my being for me to simply

wolf as I took another swig of my whiskey. “I can’t just

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