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?

drunk, and was clearly just being vindictive because

room at the party guests as I waited for my drink, and as I did, I saw

My father. Great.

approached. I stuck my hand out, but he didn’t shake it and instead brushed past me to order his drink. So it was 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

a chart depicting our stock prices. They seemed to have gone down a little over the past week; it was correlated perfectly with the

cup back down on the bar

the paper back up and sliding it over to him.

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

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

“How can I seriously have a nice time when you’re running around impregnating human

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

then to gesture toward Kelly, who had just walked in through the side door and was now sauntering across the banquet hall. “Why don’t you just marry Kelly