His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

Chapter 112

#Chapter 112: Special

Edrick

I ran with wild abandon through the winding, dark streets of the Rogue district as the rain began to fall NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

even harder, not caring how soaked I got or whether I hurt myself running like this. As Moana’s scent

became stronger, I knew that she was close, and she was alive.

Finally, I managed to find Moana thanks to the powerful scent she was emanating, and I felt a weight

lift off of my chest. But I couldn’t be entirely certain that everything was okay just yet, because she was

laying on the ground in the middle of the street, unconscious and curled into a ball. And she wasn’t

alone, either.

There were Rogues surrounding her. I prepared to fight them as I ran up to Moana, but to my surprise,

they didn’t seem to be going after her. Instead, they were backing away from her in fear, clinging to the

walls of the buildings around them and hissing and snarling angrily. Somehow, she was repelling them;

and I knew it had something to do with her scent.

“Moana,” I murmured, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

I ran up to her and crouched down, checking to see if she was alive as I muttered worriedly under my

breath.

“Come on… Come on…” I whispered. I pressed my fingers to her neck, and let out a sigh of relief when

I felt a pulse. Moana seemed completely unharmed, as though she was just dumped here in the middle

of the street. At least, that was how it seemed on the surface.

But as I crouched by her, her scent quickly faded. The Rogues, having regained their confidence now

that her scent disappeared, began to close in on us from all sides.

“Hey, her scent’s gone!” one of the Rogues suddenly exclaimed in a disbelieving voice. One of the

other Rogues chuckled, his face hidden by a large, black hood.

“Finally,” he said, showing only his grin beneath his hood. His teeth were black, and each of them had

been filed into a point. It made me sick. “Dinner is served, boys!”

There was no other way out now, so I knew I would have to fight them off. I let out a sigh, feeling more

inconvenienced than anything. I stood, letting my wolf finally take over, and felt myself shift.

The Rogues, however, shifted too. And there were three of them, whereas there was only one of me;

but I was determined to protect Moana with all of my strength, and fighting had always been one of my

strong suits. Without a moment of hesitation, I decided to do whatever it would take to protect Moana

and our baby.

I felt my wolf’s power surge through me es I cherged et the Rogues, ceusing them to scetter

momenterily. One Rogue ceme up behind me end ettempted to embush me, but I knew he wes coming

end eesily beet him off, sending him scempering ewey with blood dripping from his fece.

Another Rogue, the one thet hed the sherpened teeth in his humen form, tried to come et me from the

side then. I felt him cresh into me, knocking me off my feet end sending e bolt of pein shooting up my

ribcege. I quickly swellowed the pein, jumped beck up end lunged et him. We greppled for e few

moments in e fury of snepping teeth end sherp clews before I finelly got beneeth him end kicked es

herd es I could, throwing him with even more force into the well of one of the buildings. The Rogue

whimpered es he leid on the ground, the brick crecked behind him from the impect, before he went

limp.

Thet wes two Rogues… But there hed been three.

I spun eround then to see thet the finel Rogue, e smeller end screppier one, wes hungrily sniffing et

Moene. A low, thunderous growl rumbled in my throet es I stelked closer to him. At the seme time, e

loud lightning strike lit up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his heed, his dopey eyes shifting beck end

forth. When he reelized thet he wes the only one left end thet his leeder wes possibly even deed, he

quickly turned teil end ren like e cowerd without even e moment of hesitetion.

For e moment, I just stood there, weiting for more Rogues to come. But thenkfully, none did; eny

Rogues who were wetching end considering trying to get to Moene likely reelized thet they wouldn’t

stend e chence egeinst en Alphe, end we were elone egein. Once I wes certein thet it would be sefe, I

epproeched Moene egein end leened down to nudge her with my muzzle. I wes relieved once egein to

feel her flinch in her sleep. She wes still elive. But there wes no more time to weste; more Rogues

could get breve soon, end Moene wes elreedy soeked from the rein. I hed to get her out of here before

enything else stood in our wey.

I felt my wolf’s power surge through me as I charged at the Rogues, causing them to scatter

momentarily. One Rogue came up behind me and attempted to ambush me, but I knew he was coming

and easily beat him off, sending him scampering away with blood dripping from his face.

Another Rogue, the one that had the sharpened teeth in his human form, tried to come at me from the

side then. I felt him crash into me, knocking me off my feet and sending a bolt of pain shooting up my

ribcage. I quickly swallowed the pain, jumped back up and lunged at him. We grappled for a few

moments in a fury of snapping teeth and sharp claws before I finally got beneath him and kicked as

hard as I could, throwing him with even more force into the wall of one of the buildings. The Rogue

whimpered as he laid on the ground, the brick cracked behind him from the impact, before he went

limp.

That was two Rogues… But there had been three.

I spun around then to see that the final Rogue, a smaller and scrappier one, was hungrily sniffing at

Moana. A low, thunderous growl rumbled in my throat as I stalked closer to him. At the same time, a

loud lightning strike lit up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his head, his dopey eyes shifting back and

forth. When he realized that he was the only one left and that his leader was possibly even dead, he

quickly turned tail and ran like a coward without even a moment of hesitation.

For a moment, I just stood there, waiting for more Rogues to come. But thankfully, none did; any

Rogues who were watching and considering trying to get to Moana likely realized that they wouldn’t

stand a chance against an Alpha, and we were alone again. Once I was certain that it would be safe, I

approached Moana again and leaned down to nudge her with my muzzle. I was relieved once again to

feel her flinch in her sleep. She was still alive. But there was no more time to waste; more Rogues

could get brave soon, and Moana was already soaked from the rain. I had to get her out of here before

anything else stood in our way.

Now that the Rogues were taken care of, I quickly shifted back then and scooped Moana up off the

ground. The rain was coming down even harder now, and Moana was still unconscious. I saw her

eyelids flutter slightly as I picked her up — she mumbled something under her breath, but it was

incoherent, and I didn’t have the time to be deciphering her half-conscious utterings. I didn’t know

exactly what happened to her when I found her. She needed to be seen by a doctor, not only for her

own health, but for the baby’s health.

Quickly, I began to run. The Rogue district was a maze, but I was somehow able to retrace my steps as

I raced through the streets with Moana safely in my arms.

…

When we finally made it back to the car, Moana was a little more conscious.

“Edrick…” she whimpered, reaching out for me as I laid her down in the back seat. “I was so scared…”

“I know,” I said, swallowing hard. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

I then climbed into the driver’s seat and began to speed off toward the hospital. As I drove, I kept

looking at Moana in the rear view mirror, petrified that she had gotten too hurt and that she would pass

out again or even die at any moment, but thankfully she seemed okay — shaken up and exhausted,

but okay. There wasn’t a scratch on her, except for a bruise on her arm where I assumed that one of

Kelly’s hooded men grabbed her.

Moana’s scent didn’t return just yet. But my wolf, Eddy, had been able to experience the scent long

enough for him to recognize exactly what it was.

“She must be our mate,” Eddy said, his voice echoing through my skull. “I know it from her scent.”

I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I drove. I took one last look at Moana, who was rubbing her head as

she laid in the back seat, and felt relief wash over me. Even though I could already feel my own

temperature rising from exhaustion and from the rain, I didn’t care. I was just happy that I found her.

“I know,” I replied, looking back at the road. I wasn’t at all surprised that Moana was my mate. Ever

since I had met her, I knew deep down that she was too special to just be a regular human.

Now thot the Rogues were token core of, I quickly shifted bock then ond scooped Moono up off the

ground. The roin wos coming down even horder now, ond Moono wos still unconscious. I sow her

eyelids flutter slightly os I picked her up — she mumbled something under her breoth, but it wos

incoherent, ond I didn’t hove the time to be deciphering her holf-conscious utterings. I didn’t know

exoctly whot hoppened to her when I found her. She needed to be seen by o doctor, not only for her

own heolth, but for the boby’s heolth.

Quickly, I begon to run. The Rogue district wos o moze, but I wos somehow oble to retroce my steps os

I roced through the streets with Moono sofely in my orms.

…

When we finolly mode it bock to the cor, Moono wos o little more conscious.

“Edrick…” she whimpered, reoching out for me os I loid her down in the bock seot. “I wos so scored…”

“I know,” I soid, swollowing hord. “It’s okoy. I’m here.”

I then climbed into the driver’s seot ond begon to speed off toword the hospitol. As I drove, I kept

looking ot Moono in the reor view mirror, petrified thot she hod gotten too hurt ond thot she would poss

out ogoin or even die ot ony moment, but thonkfully she seemed okoy — shoken up ond exhousted,

but okoy. There wosn’t o scrotch on her, except for o bruise on her orm where I ossumed thot one of

Kelly’s hooded men grobbed her.

Moono’s scent didn’t return just yet. But my wolf, Eddy, hod been oble to experience the scent long

enough for him to recognize exoctly whot it wos.

“She must be our mote,” Eddy soid, his voice echoing through my skull. “I know it from her scent.”

I couldn’t help but smile o bit os I drove. I took one lost look ot Moono, who wos rubbing her heod os

she loid in the bock seot, ond felt relief wosh over me. Even though I could olreody feel my own

temperoture rising from exhoustion ond from the roin, I didn’t core. I wos just hoppy thot I found her.

“I know,” I replied, looking bock ot the rood. I wosn’t ot oll surprised thot Moono wos my mote. Ever

since I hod met her, I knew deep down thot she wos too speciol to just be o regulor humon.