Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Nanny and the Alpha Daddy
#Chapter 7: Captive
Moana

“Hey! Stop!” the scar-faced man shouted.

I ran as fast as I could, willing my legs to pump harder, to push me further away from the imminent danger that I sensed. I could hear the sound of footsteps pounding on the sidewalk behind me; I was just a human, and these men were werewolves. I should’ve known I wouldn’t stand a chance trying to outrun them.

I screamed for help, but no one came — no one ever came when a woman screamed for help in the city, and I cursed them for that in that moment.

The sound of the men running behind me came closer. I felt as though my body didn’t belong to me, like I was watching from a third person perspective as I ran for my life.

The two men gained on me. They were so close now that I knew that one misstep on my part would allow them to catch me. I felt a hand brush my shoulder and I shrieked, pushing myself faster as I glanced over my shoulder to look…

Whack!

I ran into something hard and gritty: a corner of a brick building. As I stumbled backwards, my head reeling from the impact, all I could feel were hands grabbing me. My vision faded, and the last thing I saw was the scar-faced man…

I came to in the back of a car. My head was throbbing and I felt as though I would vomit, which kept me from being able to scream or fight. Where were these strange men taking me?

“She’s awake,” the gravelly voice that belonged to the scar-faced man said.

I groaned. I tried to speak, to tell them to let me go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out, opening the back door and lifting my limp body out of the seat.

As they half-carried me toward whatever fate that lay before me, my head lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where I had just been earlier that day.

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

I felt myself go even weaker. The man in the leather jacket said something incoherent and picked me up fully, carrying me in through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard the sound of the scar-faced man saying something to the concierge, followed by the ding of the elevator.

I blacked out again.

When I woke up again, I was laying on something soft. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a standing lamp.

I groaned and attempted to sit up; somehow, I managed to do it, although the dizziness got worse when I did.

“You hit your head pretty good there, huh?” a familiar male voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand supporting my back from underneath as I struggled to stay upright.

“Where am I…?”

back in the

“Where am I…?”

in the

several times. Finally, Edrick Morgan’s devilishly handsome face came into focus. He was crouching in front of me with a concerned expression as he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly came back to consciousness, that I secretly

did you bring me back here?” I whispered, too weak to speak any

of answering me, his face turning cold again as soon as he saw me

pillows under me to help me stay upright, then

of you to run off like that. I’m only trying to

sending two terrifying men to attack me on

back to face me. His expression was,

expect me to do? They were never going to hurt you. From what I heard, you

eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching me once more and crouching down in front of me. He picked up the washcloth again

to see the housekeeper hand him a bottle of pills. He opened it and dumped two out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of

them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s footsteps receding, followed by the sound of

you,” he said, sitting on the arm of a chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.” He pulled my phone out of his pocket and tossed it onto my lap. The screen lit up as he did so, showing five missed

should know that I

else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point,

too upset by our… brief history… to want

his shoulder toward the door. “Come in, Ella. Tell Moana what you

walk into the room. She was looking at the floor and fiddling with a

on, Ella,” Edrick said softly.

She looked up at me then,

held my hand

said. “But then I remembered that you asked me about my parents, and daddy told me that you didn’t know who he was when you came to see

Moana to stay?” Edrick

vigorously. “Yes. We had so much fun today. I want

about

icy stare. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise to talk to me

someone, then I suppose I’m okay with it being you.” She pulled away with a smile on her face, then

said was so adult-like… Children could be so strange

settles it?” Edrick asked once she was gone. “Will

a hint of pleading behind it. Somehow, I