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.

were balled up into fists at her sides, and as she shook her head, bits of curly

human plaything or not,” she

brow. “What?” I asked.

out an exasperated sigh and pulled her phone out of her robe pocket. I watched silently as she furiously tapped on her phone screen, then held the phone

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.

feel even worse for jumping into this so soon. I should have spoken to her

need to make; to start, you’ll be better off if you make all of your social media accounts private. Not only

widened. She seemed taken

she growled. “You’re the one who suddenly

I replied. “It just sort of slipped out this morning. I’ll admit I got a

was still royally pissed at me — maybe both of those things at once. She stared at me with a certain amount of intensity for

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

was off the table. Aside from that, even though I knew now that she 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.