Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 224: Mother

Edrick

I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly heard Moana’s screams.

By the same I jolted myself out of bed and frantically began to scramble in the direction of the balcony where the screams were coming from, she ran into my arms and nearly knocked me to the floor. She was soaking wet and completely inconsolable, repeating things about my father having a knife and killing her with it. When she finally was able to tell me everything that happened, I felt my soul practically leave my body.

I didn’t want to let her know how terrified I was, so I kept my calm until she was safely asleep in bed. Her sleeping pills knocked her out quickly, and as soon as I saw her chest begin to rise and fall in a steady, deep rhythm, I quickly jumped to my feet and began to pace while frantically tugging on my air. I couldn’t hide my terror any longer.

I had heard stories about these visions before. It was an uncommon phenomena, but it was known to happen on occasion. People who were gifted with the ability of Foresight, which was an extremely rare ability to begin with, were often known to have other symptoms in the beginning such as sleepwalking, blackout episodes, and getting hurt during those sleepwalking or blackout episodes. More often than not, if those symptoms were noticed early on, the person affected by it could wind up getting hurt and dying in their sleep. Moana, thankfully, woke up before that happened to her, and I would forever thank whatever gods watched over us, if any, for that miracle. At least now, we knew what was happening and could take preventative measures to ensure her safety at night until she developed her Foresight fully.

But surprisingly enough, that wasn’t the main thing that I was worried about.

Moana was having visions. I was sure of it; all of the signs pointed to it, and unbeknownst to her, I had done my research while she was away at work earlier that day. That knife did in fact exist, and it very well could be used against her.

Wolf. The source that I read also said that thousands of Golden Wolves may have existed between the time that the first Golden Wolf was seen and now, and that all of them had

my father had the knife, and was going to use it to kill

and our baby as well as Ella, but I couldn’t leave their side if my dad was waiting to attack. I knew that I wouldn’t stand a chance against taking him down on my own, either. He would gladly kill me for the

knife. Only then could she be protected. If she shifted, the knife would only shatter and the only weapon that could

I had hired, I was confident that we could surround the place and keep a constant watch. My father wouldn’t be able to get in, no matter how hard he tried. And then there, at least, Moana

My mother still lived in a home with my father, and she would certainly try to

her if he needed to. I had to get her to safety with

and dialed my mom’s number. It was well past midnight, and I half expected her

said, sounding groggy. “Are you alright, darling? It’s

sigh of relief just at hearing her voice. “Mom,” I said, “is dad

here. Why? Do you need to talk

to listen to me; dad is going to do something really dangerous.

“Visions?” my mom asked.

Foresight and she saw my