His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 289 Hot Alpha Girlfriend:

Ella

The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains as I stretched, pulling myself from the depths of

sleep. After climbing out of bed and slipping my robe around my shoulders, I tentatively cracked open

my bedroom door, expecting to see Logan there.

I glanced around, my eyes falling on the crumpled blanket on the couch. There was no sign of Logan.

Instead, on my coffee table, lay a neat note, written in his sprawling handwriting. “Ella,” it began,

“Thanks for a memorable evening. Apologies for overstepping. – Logan.”

I sighed, folding the note and tucking it into my pocket. Regardless of the emotions last night had

brought, it was a new day, and I had a routine to stick to. Quickly, I changed into my hiking gear – a pair

of durable leggings, a lightweight shirt, and sturdy boots. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed a

bottle of water and headed out, intending to lose myself in nature.

The park’s hiking trails were my favorite Saturday morning getaway, a place where I could connect with

the earth and forget about the worries of the urban jungle.

It was there, amidst the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves, that I crossed paths with him-a

gaunt, unkempt man. His eyes, wild and unfocused, darted around, finally settling on me.

The moment the unkempt man locked his gaze on mine, an instinctual shiver shot down my spine. I

knew where this was going.

“Hey! Hey, miss!” His voice was rough, betraying years of exposure to the harsh outdoors. I quickened

my pace, keeping my eyes trained on the path ahead. But the nagging feeling that I was being followed

persisted, and sure enough, his footsteps grew louder and more persistent.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” His voice grew more insistent. “Spare some change?”

“Sorry, I don’t have any money on me,” I replied, hoping that my firm tone would discourage him. from

continuing this pursuit. But I had little such luck.

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, a raspy, almost mocking tone to it. “Look at you-dressed all nice, with that

shiny hair and those expensive- looking boots. Yo’ve got to have a little something.”

I halted abruptly, rounding on him. “I said I don’t have any money. Now please, leave me alone.”

His eyes, once distant and glazed, now sharpened with a mix of desperation and malice. “You

Alphas… always thinking you’re better than everyone else. But I’ve been watching. I’ve seen how you

move, where you put your stuff.”

His gaze slid to my side pocket, and the realization struck me like a blow. My wallet. Before I could

react, he lunged at me, fingers. reaching for my pocket. Panic surged, and my wolf responded,

adrenaline coursing through my veins.

My wolf instincts took over. In one swift motion, I side-stepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind

his back and pushing him to the ground.

“H-Hey!” the homeless man stammered, struggling beneath my grip. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Please

let me go.”

A low, guttural growl rumbled in my throat. For a moment, I considered tying him up and leaving him

there, but I decided to release my grip. I stood, allowing the homeless man to scramble to his feet.

Without a word, he took off and disappeared into the woods.

I didn’t even have time to catch my breath when I heard it-the wolf-whistles and vulgar comments. A

group of men, clearly impressed by what they’d just witnessed, approached with leering smiles.

“Look at that,” one of them remarked, his voice dripping with sleaze. “Who wouldn’t want a hot Alpha

girlfriend like that?”

“Great,” I murmured to myself, brushing myself off as I picked up my pace. But the men followed. The

sound of their wolf whistles grated on my nerves, each one more insistent than the last.

“Hey baby, why the rush?” one jeered, a predatory smirk splitting his face. Another added, leaning in

closer with every word, “Such a fierce little Alpha, aren’t you? Why don’t you come home with us?”

The once benign banter turned sour, their intentions clear. The looming bridge up ahead cast an

ominous shadow, its underside masked in darkness. It was the perfect cover for them, and I felt the

familiar icy tendrils of panic weave their way around my chest.

Summoning every ounce of courage I had, I squared my shoulders and raised my voice. “Back off! I’m

not interested.” My claws extended menacingly, the tips glinting sharply in the sunlight.

Rather than heeding my warning, the largest of the group, a tall man with slicked-back hair, sauntered

forward, chuckling, “Ooh, so scary. Think you can take us all on, sweetheart?”

Another, emboldened by his friend’s bravado, displayed his neck mockingly. “Go ahead, baby. Cut me. I

like it rough.” His suggestive tone only heightened my disgust.

Internally, I berated myself. Why had I been so careless to forget my pepper spray? But self- pity

wouldn’t help me now. I had to think fast. Every instinct in me told me to run, but with the looming

bridge and these men trailing me, that was a dangerous choice.

Yet as my wolf grew more agitated, urging me to fight and defend, I took a deep breath, preparing to

unleash whatever I could muster. I just needed a small distraction or an opening to break free.

My fangs bared instinctively, a warning growl emanating from my throat. But instead of deterring them,

it seemed to pique their interest even more. They closed in, their intentions clear.

Just as I braced myself for another confrontation, a strong arm slid around my waist. I looked up to see

a young man, his face a mask of irritation, standing protectively beside me.

“Back off,” he snarled, addressing the group. The authority in his voice was unmistakable – the power

of an Alpha. “She’s with me.”

The men hesitated for a second, clearly weighing the risks. But seeing the unmistakable fire in the

young man’s eyes, they decided it was best to leave. Muttering under their breaths, they retreated.

With the immediate threat gone, I turned to face my savior. He looked barely older than me, with

tousled black hair and piercing green eyes. He had a rugged charm to him, with a faint scar tracing his

cheekbone a sign of a fight survived.

“Who are you?” I asked, more out of curiosity than suspicion. His lips curled into a half-smile. “Just a

friendly passerby who couldn’t stand by and see a woman in distress.” He paused, his gaze searching

mine. “You handled that Rogue impressively, by the way.”

My cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” I murmured, “and thanks for the help.”

He simply nodded, glancing at the retreating figures of the men. “Be careful,” he advised. “Those trails

can attract all sorts. Not all of them have good intentions.”

Before I could ask him anything more, he turned on his heel, beginning to walk away. A strange

sensation fluttered in my chest, a mixture of gratitude and an inexplicable draw towards him. I watched

as he melted into the woods, the morning light playing on his silhouette.

I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. Between Logan’s lingering memory and this stranger’s

unexpected intervention, it seemed my Saturday hike had taken quite the unexpected turn.

With a shake of my head, I headed home, deciding that my ritual hike would have to wait until another

Saturday.