Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 122: Someday

Edrick

I came home that night after a long, exhausting day of work. The news of my fake relationship with Moana quickly spread, and I found myself having to dodge all sorts of questions about it from intrigued coworkers. Thankfully, my father didn’t appear yet to berate me for it, although I knew that it was only a matter of time until that happened.

When I arrived at home, I just wanted to sleep. The apartment was quiet and dark, so I took off my shoes and my jacket before heading into the living room to have a drink before bed.

However, when I walked into the doorway, I finally saw Moana peering at me over the back of the couch.

I knew instantly from the look on her face that she had seen the news. And I also knew that I would have to explain things to her, as she was clearly upset. Admittedly, I knew that I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier that morning; it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, and I found myself regretting it afterwards. But what was done was done, and now we had to make the best of it.

“I’m sure you’d like to talk,” I said, sticking my hands in my pockets as I watched Moana stand from the couch. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Moana, who was dressed in her robe and nightgown, followed me to my study. I closed the door behind us in case anyone would overhear our conversation, then gestured for her to sit in one of the soft armchairs by the fireplace. But she continued to stand, her eyes burning with a combination of confusion and anger.

explain—” I began, but Moana quickly cut me off and shook her head vigorously. Her hands were balled up into fists at her sides, and as she shook her

a human plaything or not,” she said, her voice

“What?” I asked. “What are you

watched silently as she furiously tapped on her phone screen, then held the

that many of my “fans” were angry about this “relationship”, which I did expect. However, to make matters worse, they were saying horrible things about Moana and calling her a human plaything. They didn’t know yet that Moana was a werewolf, and that she was actually my fated mate. Of course it wouldn’t matter even if the public did know that Moana was a werewolf, though, because these women would have found any reason to be angry about it. I was used to this sort of thing and that was why I had removed myself entirely from social media, but

even worse for jumping into this so soon. I should have spoken to her about it first and given her time to prepare. I didn’t even ask if this was what she wanted, and I

you’ll need to make; to start, you’ll be better

She

should I have to change my habits over something like this?” she growled. “You’re the one who suddenly decided you were going to make this announcement.

I had no idea either,” I replied. “It just sort of slipped out this morning. I’ll admit I got

couldn’t tell if she was understanding where I was coming from or if she was still royally pissed at me — maybe both of those things

you did this,” she said quietly. “I thought you didn’t want to get married to anybody. Not only that, but you’ve made it abundantly clear in the past that you have no interest in having a relationship with me because of our differences in social status, and I’m positive that that hasn’t changed at all despite the fact that you know I’m

was my fated mate, it didn’t necessarily mean that I was comfortable with creating a mate bond with her or that I would want to commit to her. If I learned one thing about marriage from my parents’ horrible history, it was that marriage was a complete sham and a waste of time. Even people who had a mate bond with each other, like my parents, still abused and cheated on each other. No matter how I felt about Moana, I couldn’t picture myself committing to anyone like that. Sure, I was okay for now just having a fake relationship with her, even if it meant never being with anyone else. I had been completely alone for years before I met Moana, so being without intimacy was not