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.

was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out, opening the back door and lifting my limp body out of

fate that lay before me, my head lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

leather jacket said something incoherent and picked me up fully, carrying me in through the

I blacked out again.

woke up again, I was laying on something soft. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a

to sit up; somehow, I managed to do it, although the dizziness

a familiar male voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender

“Where am I…?”

back in the

me with a concerned expression as he dabbed at my forehead with a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly came back to consciousness, that I secretly caught him showing a bit of concern

did you bring me back here?” I

answering me, his

couple of soft pillows under me to help me stay upright, then stood and walked over to the window to look out

you to run off like that.

men to attack me on the street in

turned back to face me. His expression was,

From what I heard, you took off screaming before they

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

eyes open to see the housekeeper hand him 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

pills and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of

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

I said, slipping my phone into my own pocket. “But you should know that I don’t

someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point, but it seems

upset by our… brief history… to want anything to