Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 77: A Compromise

Edrick

In her fit of anger, Moana threw a pillow, of all things, on the floor. She stood there silently after she did it, breathing heavily through flaring nostrils with her fists clenched at her sides. At that moment, she looked adorably small and helpless, like an angry child. But she wasn’t a child; she was a woman, and my actions had upset her.

For some reason, seeing Moana act so passionately made me want to hold her. Without a word, I walked past the discarded pillow and pulled her tightly into my arms.

She stiffened at first, shocked by my sudden display of affection, before she finally relaxed into me. Her petite body pressing against me made me feel warm all over, and for a long time, I just held her there in the middle of the living room. I didn’t want to get too close, but I couldn’t deny the feeling of her slightly protruding belly against me combined with her fluttering heartbeat. For a brief moment, I thought about our fated one night stand that resulted in her unexpected pregnancy. It started to make me a little aroused, admittedly, but I quickly pushed those thoughts back down and just focused instead of making the mother of my baby relax.

As I hugged her, however, I was suddenly alerted to an oddly familiar smell. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it at first, but it grew just a little stronger, and I suddenly came to the realization that it was the same scent that I picked up at the maze all of those weeks ago. Just as quickly as it came, however, it suddenly faded.

I stopped hugging her and pulled away, looking down at her with narrow eyes. That scent was so distinct, and it was sweet. That day at the maze, I thought that it might have even been my mate’s scent, but that was impossible; Moana was a human. Was she hiding something from me?

“What’s wrong?” Moana asked, looking up at me with innocent confusion written across her face.

She looked genuine. I didn’t think that she had anything to hide; maybe it was just some perfume that she used on occasion and it was nothing more than that.

shaking my head and taking a step

said, “I’m sorry I got so worked up.” She solemnly walked over to the pillow that she had thrown on the floor and picked it up, setting it back down in its rightful place on the couch with a sheepish expression on

I shrugged. “It’s alright.”

My own mind felt as though it was whirling around with a million different thoughts. I knew that I was being a jerk for not telling my mother about the baby, and for making Moana feel so badly. But at the same time,

Moana said quietly before turning and walking toward her

after her for a moment, biting my lip as I watched her

“Wait.”

out to her, then slowly turned

that I wouldn’t. My mother only put me on the spot yesterday, but… I know I should have just told her. If it’s important to you, we can tell her together tomorrow. But we can’t

my words. She nodded slightly to herself, staring at the floor, before lifting

managed a weak smile. Moana smiled a little in response, but quickly turned on her heel and retreated to her bedroom just as something indiscernible began to

come easily, however. Even with my sleeping pills, I laid awake that night thinking about what I would say to my mother, and how she would react — especially when I would tell her not to say a word to my father. My mother was a kind and compassionate woman, but she also had her limits as a wealthy werewolf, and I wasn’t entirely certain that she would be particularly thrilled by the news. At the very least, there was some comfort in knowing that she would still support my

awake, there was one other thing that kept floating through

and why was it so sweet to