His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 16: A Sweet Scent
Edrick

I lifted my blindfold, as did she. The sweet scent that I smelled was definitely Moana…

Or so I thought. It faded so quickly that I was no longer sure if it was her who I smelled, or someone else. It couldn’t be her, anyway; she was a human. She had no scent.

“It looks like we have our first winners!” the announcer called over the microphone.

As Ella squealed with delight on the platform above, I realized that I was holding Moana’s hand. I saw her blushing and I quickly dropped her hand. When we re-emerged from the maze, Ella was standing at the entrance with one of the staff members — the same girl from before.

The staff member gave Moana and I a strange look, but still said nothing and instead handed Ella the grand prize; the rare doll that Ella had so desperately wanted.

As we walked back to the car, Ella couldn’t stop chattering about how much she loved her doll, how amazing it was that she was able to make me find Moana so quickly, and how this was the best birthday she had ever had in her entire life.

ears from wearing it all day. The driver pulled away from the curb and started taking us

to Moana with her new doll clutched tightly to her chest, humming and wiggling happily in her seat. I couldn’t help

said, wrapping her arm around Ella’s small shoulders. “What are you going to name

few moments, tapping her chin with her index finger.

stifled a chuckle as Moana’s face turned red, but as I watched them, my mind wandered back to the strange scent I had picked up in the maze. I decided to ask my wolf if he had any sort

to recognize where that scent came from?”

quick and faint. Although, I think it might have been a

and Ella and looked out the window instead at the city sights as they passed by. Was my mate at

…

Moana came to my room a little while later due to our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if I would touch her against her will

sitting on the

said. “I can wait a

I replied.

just caused by being lonely in bed, but then I would think about other one

the ordinary with her, and her demeanor was often cordial with me — she was even a little cold with me sometimes, whereas I had had previous one night stands with women who were head over heels for me. Maybe there was just something comforting about Moana. She was exceptionally good with children, after all, as I discovered from watching how naturally she handled Ella. She seemed like the nurturing sort; maybe nurturing

side of the bed, pausing to glance at the

want the curtains

looking at where she was pointing. “Oh. No, it’s fine.” I had completely forgotten about how she had opened the curtains after our second night of sleeping together. Normally I liked to keep the room as dark