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.”

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

trouble at

looked at me with concern across his face. “She’s what?” he asked. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Is she being bullied? I swear, if I

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

Edrick walked up to me, and I felt

he demanded. I slowly looked up, blinking away my tears to see a stern expression on his handsome face. “Moana, you’re not a freak. The children

the classroom and I scare everyone? What if I have an episode and I never come out of it, and you really do need to put me in

a small ant beneath his glare, and I immediately regretted it. “I won’t hear any more of that. You’re not a freak, and everything will be okay. You’ve just been through a lot and your brain is reacting in a perfectly

if I shift, then?” I asked. “What if I shift, and everyone finds out that I’m the Golden Wolf, and then I’m not only a freak but I’m also a

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 your scent

words. That was comforting, but… I still felt uneasy. My dreams were too vivid, and something told me that no

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