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 body out of

my head lolled back on one of their shoulders. Above me towered the massive apartment building where I had

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

I blacked out again.

something soft. The

groaned and attempted to sit up; somehow, I managed to do it, although the dizziness got worse

voice said. I winced as I felt a damp cloth touch my tender forehead, another hand supporting my back from underneath as I struggled to

“Where am I…?”

in

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 for me; under

I whispered, too weak to speak

answering me, his face turning cold again as

me to help me stay upright,

you

terrifying men to attack me on the street in the

face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly, cold

you. From what I heard, you took off screaming before they could even talk to

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

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 the pills. “For the pain. Don’t

my mouth, washing them down with the glass of water. I heard

me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out, you left your phone here by accident.”

I said, slipping my phone into my own pocket. “But you should know that I don’t have any intention of continuing to work for

he replied. “I suppose I could just as easily find someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at this point,

furrowed my brow. “Ella seemed too upset by our… brief history…