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

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

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

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

I blacked out again.

I was laying on something soft. The room was

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

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

“Where am I…?”

back in

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 of concern for

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

run?” he asked instead of answering me, his face turning cold again as soon as

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

you to run

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

back to face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly,

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

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

it and dumped two out into his palm, then held

down with the glass of water. I heard Selina’s footsteps receding, followed

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 did so,

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

someone else to fill your position, and would honestly prefer it myself at

my brow. “Ella seemed too upset by our…