Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 96: A Proposition

Moana

As I watched Edrick and Kelly walk away together, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Not only that, but she was wearing the exact same dress as I was! Even Verona did a double take when she saw Kelly walk up to us.

When they were gone, Verona quickly came over to me and took my hand.

“Don’t worry about it, dear,” she said gently, giving my hand a squeeze. “Kelly… Well, she’s not a bad girl, really, but she’s always had a bit of an infatuation with Edrick. She’ll get bored eventually and stop pestering you.”

“It’s alright,” I replied with a smile, even though I couldn’t help but feel bad. “It’s just a dress.”

Verona gave me a sad look. I felt as though I would cry and ruin my makeup if I kept standing here, so I quickly excused myself under the guise of performing my job duties as a nanny and went to look for Ella. After several minutes of walking around and weaving my way through the growing crowd, I finally spotted Ella over by the snack bar with her friends. As children often do, they were stuffing their cheeks with sweets.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat as I came up to Ella, folding my arms across my chest and looking down at her. The other kids saw me and quickly ran away, but she slowly turned to face me and gave me a sheepish smile, her cheeks round with cream puff pastries. “You’ll spoil your appetite, young lady,” I said, stifling a laugh at the little girl’s chipmunk-like appearance.

She chewed for a minute, then finally swallowed with a big gulp. “Sorry,” she muttered, staring down at the floor. “I was hungry.”

“Well, at least get a plate and sit down when you eat,” I said gently, taking her hand as I began to lead her away from the snacks. “It’s not very polite to eat like that.”

to Verona, who was still waiting by her table as she talked to a servant, seemingly giving orders judging from the way that she pointed and gestured at various tables. The servant nodded understandingly before scurrying off. Verona let out a sigh, then finally noticed Ella coming and a wide smile spread

first, I thought it was Edrick needing something from me — but when I turned around, I felt myself go pale as

for a dance?” he said, holding out

my mind. Why was Michael Morgan asking me to dance if not to confront me about the pregnancy?

a no?” he asked. “Come along. I like this song. I’d like to dance before it

I could resist, Michael’s hand dug into my shoulder and he guided me somewhat roughly over to the dance floor. He then turned to face me and took one of my hands in

to squeak out, forcing a tense smile as we began to dance to the music. Michael was a stern leader, and I almost felt as though I

“Mhm.”

an almost sickly combination of whiskey, cigar smoke, and cologne. It made me want to

spread across his face while his eyes scanned the crowd around us, doing anything but looking at me. “How much will

in my tracks, but Michael hardly seemed to notice and kept pulling me along as we danced, nearly causing me to stumble. I didn’t know what to say; what did he mean? Why was he doing this?

me?” I asked, swallowing the

just having a casual conversation, made me sick. If I reacted, not only would it make a scene in front of so many people —

suddenly began to appear. I quickly pushed her down, knowing that she would try to encourage me to do something

for money,” I said,

spin. To everyone else, it just looked like an elaborate dance, but to me it was a deliberate act of violence. “I won’t have my family name sullied by yet another illegitimate child,” he said. “Ella is bad enough as it is; to add not only another child, but a human child at that…” He tsked. “I won’t have it. Name your price, and leave my

wouldn’t be

you’re a werewolf. That’ll