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.

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

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

Edrick Morgan’s penthouse.

carrying me in through the brightly-lit

I blacked out again.

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

I managed to do it, although the dizziness got worse

a damp cloth touch my tender forehead,

“Where am I…?”

in

a damp cloth. I thought, as I slowly

me back here?” I whispered, too weak

his face turning cold again as soon

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

of you to run off like that. I’m only trying

to attack me on the

to face me. His expression was, unsurprisingly, cold

to do? They were never going to hurt you. From what I

form approaching me once more and crouching down

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 the pills. “For the pain.

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

arm of a chair across from me and folding his arms across his chest. “Several times, actually. As it turns out,

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

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

upset by our… brief history… to want anything to