His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 7 Captive

Moana

“Hey! Stop!” the scar-faced man shouted.

I ran as fast as I could, willing my legs to pump harder, to push me further away from the imminent danger that I sensed. I could hear the sound of footsteps pounding on the sidewalk behind me; I was just a human, and these men were werewolves. I should’ve known I wouldn’t stand a chance trying to outrun them.

I screamed for help, but no one came — no one ever came when a woman screamed for help in the city, and I cursed them for that in that moment.

The sound of the men running behind me came closer. I felt as though my body didn’t belong to me, like I was watching from a third person perspective as I ran for my life.

The two men gained on me. They were so close now that I knew that one misstep on my part would allow them to catch me. I felt a hand brush my shoulder and I shrieked, pushing myself faster as I glanced over my shoulder to look…

Whack!

I ran into something hard and gritty: a corner of a brick building. As I stumbled backwards, my head reeling from the impact, all I could feel were hands grabbing me. My vision faded, and the last thing I saw was the scar-faced man…

I came to in the back of a car. My head was throbbing and I felt as though I would vomit, which kept me from being able to scream or fight. Where were these strange men taking me?

“She’s awake,” the gravelly voice that belonged to the scar-faced man said.

go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and

of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

fully, carrying me in through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard

I blacked out again.

was laying on something soft. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a standing

groaned and attempted to sit up; somehow, I managed to do

voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand

“Where am I…?”

back in

cloth. I thought, as I slowly came back to consciousness, that

here?” I whispered, too weak to speak any

asked instead of answering me, his face

Sighing, Edrick set down the washcloth and propped a couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and

said. “It’s rude of you to run off like that.

help by sending two terrifying men to attack me

back to face me. His

do? They were never going to hurt you. From what I heard, you took off screaming before they could even talk to

shut my eyes, tenderly touching my fingers to my forehead as a wave of dizziness took over me. Through my closed eyelids I saw Edrick’s tall form approaching me once more and crouching down in front of me. He picked up the washcloth again and held it to my

a bottle of pills. He opened it and dumped two out into his palm, then held them out to me along with a glass of water. “It’s just Advil,” he said, noticing my hesitation to take the pills. “For the

my mouth, washing them down with the glass of

we did try to call you,” he said, sitting on the arm of a chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.” He pulled my phone out of his pocket and tossed it onto my lap. The screen lit up as he

phone into my own pocket. “But you should know that I

“I suppose I could just as easily find someone else to fill your

“Ella seemed too upset by our… brief history… to