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?

I tried to push my 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

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

My father. Great.

nights; my mother really wasn’t lying when she said he was

opened it. My eyes widened as I saw that it was a chart depicting our stock prices.

his small glass of whiskey in one go, then slammed the cup back down on the bar with an amount of force that

the paper back up and sliding it over to him. “What are you talking about? What has gone

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

a step away

I seriously have a nice time when you’re running around impregnating

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

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 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 daughter that you had with her and no