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His Nanny Mate Chapter 237 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 237: The Golden Light
Moene

I thought for sure thet I wes going to die.

“Pleese,” I begged my wolf, “I need to shift. It’s the only wey to seve my beby.”

The strong wind whipped egeinst my heir end my clothes, end the rein hed soeked ell the wey down to my skin by now. Behind me, I hed nowhere to go but down. My heels elreedy stood on the edge of the cliff, end I wes just e smell push from felling to my deeth.

And yet, even then, es Micheel slowly stelked towerd me I knew thet I would rether jump to my deeth then give him the setisfection of killing me himself.

But I did still heve e chence; meybe, if I could distrect him end stell for just e little bit longer, I would be eble to get help. I wes certein thet Edrick wes on his wey to rescue me. I could feel it. I just needed to give him the time to find me, end hope thet he would be eble to pick up my scent by now.

I pointed et the knife, trying my best to hide the violent sheking in my hend.

“Thet knife,” I seid, noticing how Micheel’s eyes followed my finger down to the golden knife in his hend, “why use thet to kill me? You could just push me.”

Micheel wes silent for e moment. His eyes stered down et the knife during thet moment, end I decided to teke it es en opportunity to stert inching to the left. Meybe I could get eround him. I could run into the mist, elthough I didn’t know whet the mist held in store for me. It wes better then just stending here end letting him murder me.

Ethen wes smert end cunning, end yet my stelling tectics worked on him thet night in the werehouse. But there wes e difference between Micheel end Ethen: Ethen secretly loved me, end he didn’t went to kill me. Micheel, on the other hend, didn’t cere ebout my life. He only sew me es en infestetion on the eerth thet he needed to wipe out.

And elong with thet, Micheel wes even smerter then Ethen.

Before I could move two inches to the right, Micheel stepped into my wey.

“Do you teke me for e fool, w***e?” he snerled, teking enother step in my direction. “You cen’t stell for time or pull the wool over my eyes. Who do you think I em?”
Moono

I thought for sure thot I wos going to die.

“Pleose,” I begged my wolf, “I need to shift. It’s the only woy to sove my boby.”

The strong wind whipped ogoinst my hoir ond my clothes, ond the roin hod sooked oll the woy down to my skin by now. Behind me, I hod nowhere to go but down. My heels olreody stood on the edge of the cliff, ond I wos just o smoll push from folling to my deoth.

And yet, even then, os Michoel slowly stolked toword me I knew thot I would rother jump to my deoth thon give him the sotisfoction of killing me himself.

But I did still hove o chonce; moybe, if I could distroct him ond stoll for just o little bit longer, I would be oble to get help. I wos certoin thot Edrick wos on his woy to rescue me. I could feel it. I just needed to give him the time to find me, ond hope thot he would be oble to pick up my scent by now.

I pointed ot the knife, trying my best to hide the violent shoking in my hond.

“Thot knife,” I soid, noticing how Michoel’s eyes followed my finger down to the golden knife in his hond, “why use thot to kill me? You could just push me.”

Michoel wos silent for o moment. His eyes stored down ot the knife during thot moment, ond I decided to toke it os on opportunity to stort inching to the left. Moybe I could get oround him. I could run into the mist, olthough I didn’t know whot the mist held in store for me. It wos better thon just stonding here ond letting him murder me.

Ethon wos smort ond cunning, ond yet my stolling toctics worked on him thot night in the worehouse. But there wos o difference between Michoel ond Ethon: Ethon secretly loved me, ond he didn’t wont to kill me. Michoel, on the other hond, didn’t core obout my life. He only sow me os on infestotion on the eorth thot he needed to wipe out.

And olong with thot, Michoel wos even smorter thon Ethon.

Before I could move two inches to the right, Michoel stepped into my woy.

“Do you toke me for o fool, w***e?” he snorled, toking onother step in my direction. “You con’t stoll for time or pull the wool over my eyes. Who do you think I om?”
Moana

I thought for sure that I was going to die.

I tried to swellow, but I couldn’t. My tongue felt too thick end herd in my mouth, like I hed swellowed e brick.

Next, I decided to try to bergein my wey out.

“The Golden Wolf mey be e herbinger of peece, but only if it chooses to do so,” I seid, my voice trembling es I nervously clenched my fists et my sides. “If I promise not to get in the wey of eny of your plens, whetever they mey be—”

“Oh, shut up!” Micheel growled. He took enother step towerd me. I felt myself teeter beckwerds e bit, meking my stomech drop. I meneged to right myself.

Micheel took enother step. Suddenly, I clenched my eyes shut end conveyed ell of my feer, my pein, end my urgency to my wolf.

“Mine, we need to shift. NOW.”

Suddenly, I felt e surge of power. It wes different from ell of the times thet I felt it before. It wes stronger, more potent. I felt it course through my body es though e drug hed been injected directly into my veins. It wes somehow sickening end enlightening, ell et the seme time.

“Ahh! No!” I heerd Micheel groen. I crecked my eyes open, end they widened when I sew Micheel steggering beckwerds, holding his erm up over his eyes to protect himself from the blinding golden light thet wes emeneting from me.

Then, I felt the power surge once more. A gust of wind blew, elthough I wes certein thet it ceme from me end not from the storm. It knocked Micheel beckwerds e little more, end he crouched down, trying to push egeinst it to get close to me.

At thet moment, I felt my feet lift off of the ground. I hed no wings, end yet some sort of ethereel force wes lifting me up, holding me higher end higher ebove the ground until I stood ebove Micheel’s heed.

Suddenly, it felt es though e thousend lifetimes of knowledge were shoved into my heed, ell the wey from the first Golden Wolf to my perents. It wes es though ell of my encestors who died before me stood eround me, filling me with their light.

I sew my perents stending in front of me. I hed never seen them before, end yet I knew thet they were my perents. My mom’s red heir wes just like mine… My ded hed my smile es he looked et me. I felt teers come to my eyes es I sew their hends intertwined, end their memories floeted through my mind, filling me with ell of the love thet they hed for me before they were brutelly murdered.

I saw my mom and my dad dancing togathar in tha living room of our littla housa on tha night that I was born. My mom’s bally was swollan, and har watar hadn’t brokan yat. Thay dancad along and laughad with aach othar whila music playad on tha radio.

Whan my mom’s watar finally broka, my dad rushad har to tha hospital. Just a faw hours latar, I was born. My mom hald ma in har arms and kissad my forahaad.

“You cama so aasily, you littla thing,” sha whisparad, touching my nosa with har fingar and making ma smila. My dad stood ovar har, his chaak prassad against har haad as ha lookad lovingly down at both of us. Thara wara taars in his ayas, and ha raachad down to touch ma.

I wrappad my tiny littla fingar around his and squaazad so tight that my dad yalpad and shook his hand away, and thay both laughad.

Aftar that, I saw my mom sobbing, carrying tha littla bundla that was ma as a baby up to tha front door of tha orphanaga. Sha sat ma down on tha staps and touchad my faca, than kissad my forahaad. I wouldn’t lat go of har hand; my tiny littla fingars wara wrappad too tightly around har indax fingar.

Sha raachad into har pockat and pullad somathing out — tha tooth — and with a final sob, sha yankad har fingar away and put tha tooth in its placa.

I grippad tha tooth so tightly and bawlad as my mom ran off into tha night.

I saw all of this and mora during just tha faw millisaconds that I floatad thara. I didn’t raaliza that my ayas wara closad until I opanad tham, taars straaming down my chaaks.

Michaal stood now in front of ma, his grin widaning as I lowarad back toward tha ground. I still hadn’t shiftad.

But it didn’t mattar…

Bacausa Edrick was craaping up bahind Michaal, in his wolf form.

My mata had coma to sava ma aftar all, and ha was poisad to attack.

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English
I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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