Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 222: Over the Balcony

Moana

I decided that I couldn’t let Edrick go on for any longer without telling Ella the truth about her biological mother.

“I know that you didn’t tell her everything,” I said as I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. He was standing in front of the bathroom sink in his bedroom and was brushing his teeth. With a sigh, he slowly spit out his toothpaste and then looked over at me.

“What do you mean?” he asked. I could tell that he was trying to play it off like he didn’t know what I was thinking about.

A frown came across my face. “Don’t play dumb. I know that you didn’t tell Ella about her mother even though we talked about it. Are you going to tell her the truth, or do I need to? Because the longer she goes without knowing everything, the more she’ll resent you when she eventually does find out.”

For a few long moments, the handsome Alpha billionaire stared at me unblinkingly with a somewhat shocked and embarrassed expression on his face. But then that look was quickly hidden, and he shook his head and scowled slightly. I could tell that I had struck a chord by bringing it up to him, which was understandable but was nonetheless something that we would need to work through. “I’ll handle it when I’m ready,” he said, brushing past me and heading into his bedroom. “Don’t worry about it. I just didn’t want to bombard her with too much information all at once. That’s all.”

and followed him. His excuse made sense, but it was just that: an excuse. And it didn’t matter at this point whether he bombarded Ella or not, because it was better than letting her go on for any longer. But as I sat on my side of the bed and watched him as he took his watch off and set it neatly in the spot that he always kept it on top of his dresser, and saw the way that he

trouble at school,” I

asked. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Is she being bullied? I swear, if I find out that

stared down at my hands in my lap to hide the tears that were threatening to pool up in my eyes. “She’s being alienated because of me. Because I’m a… a freak. And now they think that she is, too, because everyone thinks that she’s my biological daughter. So it’s my fault, really. And I guess in a way, I thought

up to me, and I felt his

a stern expression on his handsome face. “Moana, you’re not a freak. The children and the other teachers will get over your sudden

and I scare everyone? What if I have an episode and

I just said about myself. I instantly felt like a small ant beneath his glare, and I immediately regretted it. “I won’t hear any more of that.

the Golden Wolf, and then I’m not only a freak but I’m also a hunted freak by people who hated me before I was even

me for a moment with wide eyes. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said. “I wasn’t going to say anything just yet, but I might as well now; the Mother Witch’s apprentices are working on a perfume to mask

wide at Edrick’s words. That was comforting, but… I still felt uneasy. My dreams were too vivid, and something told me that no matter what, I would

know how much I really believed him. How reasonable was it, really, for someone to black out and draw dozens of violent pictures depicting blood and gore and a strange knife with a wolf head handle? How normal was it for someone to go into a coma for three days and have a dream about being stabbed repeatedly by that very knife? What if part of the symptoms of being the Golden Wolf