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.

groaned. I tried to speak, to tell them to let me go, but all that came out was garbled nonsense. They stopped the car and got out, opening the back door and lifting my limp

on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where I had just been

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

me up fully, carrying me in through the brightly-lit lobby. I heard the sound of the scar-faced man saying something to the concierge, followed by the ding

I blacked out again.

The room was dim, lit only

somehow, I managed to do it, although the dizziness got worse

I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand

“Where am I…?”

back in the

face came into focus. He was crouching in front of 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

me back here?” I whispered, too weak to speak any more

he asked instead of answering me, his face turning cold again as

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

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

by sending two terrifying men to attack me on the street in the middle of

face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly, cold

going to hurt you. From

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 forehead. As

I cracked 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

the pills and popped them into my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s footsteps receding, followed by the sound of the

actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.” He pulled my phone out of his pocket and tossed

“But you should know that I don’t have any intention of continuing to

suppose I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point, but it seems Ella is

seemed too upset by our… brief history… to want anything