Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 98: What’s Best

Edrick

I was too taken aback by Kelly’s proposition to even speak. Was she the one who paid off the tabloid to keep the photo up, just so she could manipulate me into having a fake relationship with her? Or did someone else put her up to it… Like my father?

“Well?” she said, batting her eyelashes in front of me. “What do you say?”

“I…” I paused, blinking incredulously as my head reeled. “I need a drink.” Without another word, I turned on my heel and headed back toward the door to the banquet hall.

“At least think about it!” Kelly called after me in a sing-song tone of voice. “I’ll be waiting to hear your decision!”

I sighed as I stepped back into the banquet hall, letting the music and the noise of the guests wash over me. Why couldn’t I just enjoy the banquet? Why did it seem as though these sorts of things always had some sort of political connotations behind them?

conversation with Kelly into the back of my mind. She was already a little drunk, and was clearly just being vindictive because she still couldn’t seem to get over the fact that I

party guests as I waited for my drink, and as I did, I saw a familiar head making its way

My father. Great.

going to be one of those nights; my mother really wasn’t lying when she said he was in a mood. With a stifled sigh, I turned back around and took my drink from the bartender. I was sipping it and minding my

a chart depicting our stock prices. They seemed to have gone down a

mistake is already taking an effect on our business,” my father said. He tilted his head back and drank his small glass of whiskey in one go, then slammed the cup back down

sliding it over to him. “What are you talking about? What has

drank that in one go as well. “I may be old, but I’m not a fool, boy,” my father said. “I was patient enough with your first child. She may be illegitimate, but at least she’s a purebred werewolf. But this…” He turned, gesturing toward Moana as she walked across the ballroom holding Ella’s hand. I watched as Ella excitedly took off toward my mother, who was grinning from ear to ear and showering her with kisses. My father never even once smiled at Ella. My eyes wandered over to Moana then, who looked absolutely stunning in her dress; far better than Kelly looked, and Moana hardly even had to try to look that beautiful. She was a natural beauty, whereas Kelly was too thin and the effects of too much alcohol, too many cigarettes, and

glass and taking a step away from the bar. “It’s the family banquet. Why can’t you just have

seriously have a

lump rose in my throat at my father’s words. For the second time that night, I was reminded that Moana was just that: a human nanny. A servant from a lower class. I often forgot that she wasn’t a werewolf socialite because of her beauty and her grace, which made it hurt even more when I was reminded of her true social standing. Of course I couldn’t admit it to anyone, and not even really to myself, but I secretly wished that she was a werewolf socialite. If she was, I might have reconsidered our relationship by now if it weren’t for my overwhelming disdain for love and

across the banquet hall. “Why don’t you just marry Kelly already?” he said. “She’s a werewolf from a well-to-do family, and she’s an Alpha. You could say that Ella is the