Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 211: The Situation Room

Edrick

I watched the police officer take Moana into the interrogation room and shut the door in my face before I could even really protest.

“She’ll be fine,” I whispered to myself. But did I really believe that?

What happened to Moana and Ella was extremely traumatic. At least Ella didn’t have to remember what happened at her young age, but Moana… She would never forget it. I had already seen the way that it was affecting her since it happened. During normal conversations, she would go elsewhere. Whenever the events in the warehouse were brought up, her face would darken and her eyes would gloss over, like she was reliving it. I tried to help snap her out of it whenever I noticed it happening, but I was worried that she would freak out in there and I wouldn’t be around to help her. I highly doubted that the police officer would know what to do, or if he would even care. To them, Moana was just a piece of evidence to collect before Ethan could be convicted. That was it.

For a long time, I just paced back and forth outside of the interrogation room in that little hallway. There was no window on the door, and no matter how many times I asked, they wouldn’t let me into the room next door with them to watch through the one-way mirror. I felt completely cut off from Moana, and it made me sick.

Suddenly, one of the female officers came up to me as I was still pacing in front of the door.

“Mr. Morgan,” she said in a light, friendly voice with a plastic smile spread across her lips, “your fiancee will be fine. Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll get you some coffee?”

“No, thanks,” I replied. “I’ll be staying right here.”

her smile didn’t fade. “I’m afraid you can’t stay here,” she said. “We don’t allow people to pace outside of the interrogation rooms, and it’s a narrow hallway. Come with me; we have

chairs, and a coffee station. It was anything but comfortable in there, but I knew that it would be useless to try to get back to Moana, so I

officer slid a cardboard cup of steaming coffee to me from

sip of coffee and it burned my tongue, but I didn’t care. At least the motion of raising the cup to

however, the still air in the waiting room and the hum of the vending machines only raised my

just that; suddenly, I felt a pang in my chest. My wolf

Something was wrong.

table. I didn’t care about that, though. While the female officer still stood there

me. Her calls alerted other officers, who came out of adjoining rooms with puzzled looks on their faces. I

calm down,” one of the officers said, putting his hands

out of my way,” I growled angrily. “My

other, then back at me. I suddenly shoved past them to get closer to Moana, with only the thought of making sure that

felt my skin scrape against the tiled floor as I went down,

go!” I snarled. “Just let me get to

before said. “Ms. Fowler is fine. The interroga— I mean, interview, will be done any minute now. Please just come back to the waiting room and relax, and we won’t need to

one of them holding me by each arm. Realistically, I could have used my strength and abilities as an Alpha to break free and smash through