His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 130: Too Many Scandals

Edrick

If I thought that Moana looked beautiful in her new dress the night before, then she looked even more

stunning now dressed plainly in hiking clothes. I had never seen her dressed so casually before, and

although I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I felt this way, I felt even more attracted to her when she

was dressed like this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that for a moment, as the three of us

walked together and enjoyed nature away from the noise and the chaos of the city, it almost felt as

though we were a normal little family that was simply out for a hike on a nice summer’s morning.

I had never told anyone this before, but I had never particularly enjoyed following in my father’s

footsteps. I always knew that it was expected of me from a very young age, but I had secretly always

envied other boys who didn’t have such high expectations. In college, as I watched my friends go on to

follow their dreams and become artists or teachers or adventurers, I resented the fact that my path was

set in stone that was laid down by someone else before me. I never even had a say in it; no matter how

much I just wanted to play the piano and enjoy being young and free, I had no choice but to become

the next WereCorp CEO.

And I got used to it, for the most part.

But ever since I met Moana, it was times like this that reminded me that I just wanted a quiet life. Sure,

the money was nice, but I wanted to live here all of the time, not in the city; I only really lived there most

of the time to be close to WereCorp. It was times like this, which were rare, when I realized just how

much I hated being a CEO. And seeing Moana in jeans and a hoodie, with her curly red hair piled on

top of her head and with Ella running ahead of us and collecting little rocks and things to line up on her

windowsill, made me feel at peace. If only we didn’t have to go back and return to the city.

That spell was quickly broken, however, by the feeling of my phone vibrating. When I saw my father’s

name on the screen, I almost considered declining the call… But I knew that it would only make things

worse, and he was already too mad at me for everything. Even though it broke our peace, I knew that I

needed to do some damage control.

I didn’t want Moana or Ella to overhear my conversation with my father and ruin our walk, so I quickly

excused myself and walked off out of earshot before I answered.

“Hello?” I answered.

Of course, just as I expected, my father didn’t even bother to greet me before he started laying into me.

“I can’t believe that my own son would cause so much trouble,” he growled, without so much as a hello.

“You’ve done nothing but create scandal after scandal recently. Are you going to take control of

yourself, or do I need to take control for you?”

I froze, feeling my blood run cold at my father’s harsh words. And in that moment, maybe I was a bit

disrespectful as well when I said the first thing that came to my mind. “You do have another son, you

know,” I replied, feeling myself fill with fire as I spoke. “Why don’t you appoint him as WereCorp CEO?”

My father scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snarled. “And control your temper; not just with me, but with

others. At the very least, control your temper in public. I could care less what you do at home.”

I knew that he was talking about the incident where I punched the paparazzi the day before, but I didn’t

care. If anything, that whole incident helped us teach the paparazzi a lesson, and I was only doing what

any father would do to protect his daughter and the mother of his unborn child.

In fact, I opened my mouth to say that, but quickly stopped when I suddenly heard my name being

called.

“Edrick! Help!”

Moana. Her voice sounded scared. I didn’t waste a moment before abruptly hanging up the phone and

taking off at a sprint toward Moana and Ella, my mind racing with a million possibilities. Had Ella fallen

and gotten hurt? Had Moana gotten hurt?

However, it was much different than that.

When I finally burst back out onto the trail and found Moana and Ella, they were both cowering behind

a boulder, shaking and crying. Moana pointed to something that made my blood run cold.

It was a wolf.

And it wasn’t just any wolf; it was a Rogue in its wolf form. I could smell it.

Without a moment of hesitation, I jumped in front of Moana and Ella and did what any protective Alpha

would do: I growled, deep and low. I could feel my eyes begin to glow, and I awakened my wolf in case

I would need to shift and fight this thing off.

But, thankfully, the Rogue seemed to take the hint. In a cowardly fashion, as soon as it heard my growl

it turned tail and took off into the woods like a bolt of lightning.

Once it was gone, I quickly turned around and ran over to Moana and Ella, reassuring them that it was

okay; but we needed to leave. I picked up Ella and carried her while Moana followed alongside me, and

I instinctively reached out and wrapped my free arm around Moana as well, occasionally glancing over

my shoulder to make sure that the Rogue didn’t decide to come back for more. Thankfully, my growl

seemed to scare it off for good.

But regardless, I couldn’t shake that feeling of impending danger. The mountain estate was secluded

and it wasn’t entirely unfeasible for strangers to accidentally stumble onto the vast property, but this

seemed deliberate. When I found them, the wolf was stalking straight toward them as though it was on

a mission — like someone sent it here.

Maybe I was just being paranoid, but the whole thing felt suspicious. The timing was too perfect; just

moments after I walked away and left Ella and Moana alone in the woods, a Rogue suddenly appeared

and seemed to have its sights set on them. I wondered for a moment if it had something to do with the

fact that Moana was special, and that she was even possibly the Golden Wolf, but it didn’t make any

sense; she didn’t have a continuous scent yet, and I would have noticed if she had suddenly released

her scent. Not only that, but her scent would have repelled the Rogue. No… This felt different, but I

couldn’t quite explain why.

Either way, I didn’t feel safe here anymore. And neither did Ella and Moana. Even though I wanted to

stay here in the peace and quiet forever, I knew that staying in our urban penthouse would be safer

until I got to the bottom of this and knew that Moana would be safe, so I decided to have everyone pack

up early and head home that night.

At first, I thought Moana would be upset that we had to leave so early. But thankfully, she only agreed

with me. I knew that she had an intuition that something was wrong, too.