Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Chapter 223

#Chapter 223: Wake Up

Moana

“Moana, wake up!” my wolf’s voice suddenly said. That wasn’t a dream… It was real. The rain was real. The wind beating down on me, whipping my hair into my face, was all real.

I opened my eyes, and shrieked at what I saw.

I wasn’t in bed. Iwas standing on the balcony, up on the ledge in my nightgown. I felt my stomach drop as I stumbled backwards and clung to the rail, heaving in my chest as the feeling of fight or flight kicked in. Every fiber in me screamed to get away from the ledge, and I scrambled away and back to my feet, sobbing loudly. Nothing could be heard over the sound of my own racing heartbeat and the sound of the wind and the rain; for all I knew, I was really on that cliff from my dream, and Michael very well could be standing behind me with the knife in his hand.

The door behind me stood wide open with the wind blowing the curtains aggressively. I ran inside to safety, and as I did, I ran straight into not Michael, but a petrified Edrick.

“Moana?!” he said. “What happened?!”

arms and carried me back to the bed. He held me there

said, “Michael has the knife. H-He’s

my wet hair as his wide eyes stared unblinkingly at the open balcony doors. “Just breathe, and then you can tell me

was too sore to sob anymore. I kept feeling as though I was still inside of a nightmare, like

it felt as though something inside of my mind wanted me dead. It felt as though my entire body wanted to kill me, like I couldn’t even trust the very fibers of my being to keep me alive. If it weren’t for my

calm enough to speak. Edrick left me for only a few minutes to make some tea, and when he returned I clutched the warm teacup in my shaking hands like my life depended on it. I was shocked by

stroking my leg

knife, and the next moment I was standing on the ledge on the balcony, like I was about to…” My voice faltered. A sob got caught in my throat,

know if that knife is real, or if I’ve just imagined it,” I said between sobs. “But I’m terrified. I’m terrified that Michael might have it; I think he knows I’m the Golden

in front of

he retained his calm and collected Alpha demeanor, although

walked over to his dresser and pulled a white t-shirt out of the drawer, then handed

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