His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 358 Afraid of Dogs

Ella

I had to resist the urge to laugh as Logan’s face drained of color.

“Dogs,” he had said. The irony was not lost on me. Dogs? This man, who could shift into a wolf, was scared of dogs?

He shot me a sideways glance, as if he was sensing the disbelief radiating from my body. “I know what you’re thinking, Ella. But please don’t say it.”

“Say what?” I asked, pushing down the desire to smirk. It was mean of me, I knew that, but it was just so… unexpected.

Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “I know. How I can be a werewolf and still be terrified of dogs. But it’s different, okay?”

I cocked my head, genuinely intrigued. “Different how?”

Logan was silent for a few moments, clearly debating whether or not to say anything before he finally let out a deep breath and met my eyes. “It’s the little ones that I’m especially afraid of.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. A laugh burst out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop it, immediately causing Logan’s face to flush a bright red. But I couldn’t help myself anymore; this man, well over six feet tall, an Alpha, and the son of a mafia boss, was afraid of small dogs?

“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s funny to you, but not to me.”

myself for Logan’s sake. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “But little

the embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Yes, like chihuahuas. I know how it sounds, but I have a good reason. I was attacked by one as

bordering on hysteria, but I managed to hide it

how it sounds, Ella.” He sighed,

guilty, I took a deep breath, trying to smother the giggles that were still threatening to escape. “I’m sorry,” I

eyes met mine. For a moment, there was something other than annoyance in his gaze. Vulnerability, maybe? Was the mobster’s tough guy

found myself saying, as though

paused for a few moments, then sighed. “It actually tore up my face pretty good. I was playing out in the backyard and I guess it got off the leash. Came at me like a wild animal. Blood

but now that he had pointed it

vicious,” Logan said, shuddering slightly. “I don’t mind big dogs quite so much. They’re closer to wolves, you know?

touch the small scar just above his eyebrow. It was subtle, but the rough texture was distinct under

cabin was hushed. The gap between us was mere

you or something?” His voice was a low murmur, tinged with something husky and inviting,

climb my neck and rush to my cheeks, I pulled my hand away before I could embarrass myself further. “Of course not,” I lied, fumbling with the

rosy, you know.” Logan smirked, catching my gaze for a fleeting moment.

feeling my face heat up even more. The wine was suddenly this awkward third party in our conversation. But the flush I felt was not from

his fingers lightly touching the back of my hand. “You can relax next to

inside me stirred-my wolf- whispering that I should get closer to him. The pull toward Logan was almost magnetic

choosing to take another sip

thick silence for a while, both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts. Then Logan broke the silence. “So, now that I’ve embarrassingly spilled my greatest fear, what’s