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…?”

in the

“Where am I…?”

back in

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 caught him showing a bit of concern for me; under any other circumstances, I would’ve felt like

bring me back here?” I whispered, too weak to

he asked instead of answering me, his face turning cold again

soft pillows under me to

signed the contract,” he said. “It’s rude of you to run off like that. I’m only trying

by sending two terrifying men to attack me on the street in

turned back to face me. His

From what I heard, you took off screaming before they could

my fingers to my forehead as a wave of dizziness took over me. Through my closed eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching me once more and crouching down in front of me. He picked up the washcloth again and held

it and dumped two out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of

with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s footsteps receding, followed

on the arm of a chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out,

you should

I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point, but it

upset by our… brief history… to want

shrugged, then called over his shoulder toward the door. “Come in, Ella. Tell Moana

over my shoulder to see Ella sheepishly walk into the room. She was looking at the floor and fiddling with a

Edrick

yelled at you,” she whispered. She looked up at me then, and her eyes widened when she saw

touched my forehead, then shook my head and held my hand out for her

up to me, placing her small hand in mine as she studied my face. “I thought you lied to me,” she 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 me yesterday. So I forgive

Moana to stay?”

so much fun today. I want to have fun with

made me smile and forget about everything else. How could I say

icy stare. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise to talk to me next time you get mad at

agreement. “I promise.” Then, she pulled me closer and cupped her hands around my ear. “If my daddy is going to be with someone, then I suppose I’m okay with it being you.” She pulled away with a smile on her face, then patted me on

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

Edrick asked once she was gone. “Will

sense a hint of pleading behind it. Somehow, I