Chapter 6

Logan

I woke up to something wet on my chest.

Immediately, I grimaced.

A blonde was sprawled across me, dead asleep and apparently drooling.

Fantastic.

What the hell was her name again?

Tiffany?

Tracy?

Something with a T.

I stared down at her with growing irritation. Honestly, she wasn’t nearly as attractive this morning as she had been last night. Especially not with drool sliding down the side of her mouth onto my skin.

God, that was disgusting.

I shoved her shoulder lightly.

“Hey,” I muttered. “Wake up.”

She groaned but didn’t move.

I shoved her again harder this time.

“What?” she whined sleepily, finally lifting her head off my chest. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to leave.”

Her eyes blinked open slowly.

“Seriously?”

“Very seriously.”

I sat up against the headboard with a sigh.

“It was fun. It’s morning now. You gotta go.”

“You’re such an asshole,” she snapped.

“I know.” I shrugged. “Now are you getting off me willingly, or do I need to physically remove you?”

To my surprise, she smirked and leaned closer.

“What if I don’t want to leave?” she purred. “Maybe I could make you feel better first.”

God.

She really didn’t get it.

I wasn’t interested anymore. Not even remotely.

And honestly? Ethan’s stupid comments from last night had ruined the entire experience anyway.

Now all I could think about was the possibility that our mate had moved into the house.

“Our little nanny situation has officially killed the mood,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” My tone sharpened instantly. “Look, one night was enough. Get dressed and get out before I carry you outside myself.”

Her mouth fell open.

Then she scrambled away from me looking offended.

Good.

I wiped my hand across my chest in disgust.

Drool.

Actual drool.

I needed a shower immediately.

The second she disappeared out my bedroom door, I muttered, “Thank fuck.”

I headed straight for the bathroom.

Hot water pounded against my skin while I scrubbed away the lingering perfume and the awful sticky feeling on my chest.

But even under the spray, another scent kept creeping into my senses.

Coconut.

Warm vanilla.

Sunshine.

My wolf stirred instantly beneath my skin.

Shit.

Ethan was right.

Our mate was here.

I shut the water off abruptly and grabbed the nearest towel.

By the time I pulled on sweatpants and a shirt, her scent had become even stronger.

It drifted directly through the hallway outside my room.

I opened my bedroom door slowly.

The hallway was empty.

But her scent lingered everywhere.

My pulse immediately sped up.

She’d been here.

Recently.

I stepped farther into the hallway, following the intoxicating trail automatically.

Straight toward the bedroom across from mine.

Lily’s nanny room.

Of course.

“Damn it,” I muttered.

Not only was our possible mate living in the house…

She was directly across the hall from me.

This was going to be absolute torture.

I shut my eyes briefly, trying to calm both myself and my wolf before either of us did something reckless.

Because every instinct inside me screamed to walk into that room, pin her against the wall, and mark her as ours.

Mine and Ethan’s.

Which was another massive problem.

A nanny.

Human.

Mate to two future alphas.

Our mother would lose her damn mind.

I needed to talk to Ethan.

Only then did I remember he hadn’t come home last night.

Typical Ethan.

Unlike me, he never brought women back to the house. Which meant he was probably still wherever he’d disappeared to with that redhead from the club.

Lucky bastard.

I glanced once more toward Olivia’s door.

Her scent wrapped around me like temptation itself.

Calling to me.

Pulling at me.

My wolf practically purred inside my head.

Claim her.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

I forced myself downstairs before I completely lost control.

The second I reached the foyer, I spotted my mother standing near the staircase like she was waiting for someone.

“Morning,” I greeted casually. “You waiting for somebody?”

“Good morning to you too, Logan.” Her eyes narrowed instantly. “I see your little piece of trash from last night finally left.”

I sighed.

“Mom…”

“Honestly,” she continued coldly, “if you insist on sleeping around, at least choose women with some dignity.”

I blinked at her.

“You know most mothers don’t critique their sons’ hookups over breakfast, right?”

She ignored me completely.

Instead, her attention remained fixed toward the staircase.

“What are you waiting for?” I finally asked.

“The nanny.”

Ah.

“There it is,” I muttered.

“She officially moved in this morning,” my mother continued. “And before you say anything, yes, I already warned her to stay away from you boys.”

I smirked slightly.

“To be fair, Mom, you did raise four extremely attractive sons.”

Her glare sharpened instantly.

“Back off, Logan. She’s human.”

I froze.

Wait.

What?

“She’s human?” I repeated. “Why would you hire a human nanny to live inside the estate?”

My mother sighed heavily.

“Because Lily liked her,” she admitted. “Your sister actually smiled around the girl.”

That immediately caught my attention.

Lily barely tolerated most people.

The fact that Olivia had gotten a genuine smile out of her?

That was huge.

“Oh,” I said quietly.

“So yes,” my mother continued firmly, “I’m already taking a significant risk by allowing a human into this house. Which means I expect you and your brothers to behave.”

Then suddenly she stopped talking.

Because I felt it too.

Her presence.

My mate was here.

I didn’t even have to turn around to know she stood behind me.

Her scent crashed into me all at once—warm coconut, rain, vanilla.

My wolf surged forward instantly.

Mine.

I clenched my fists hard enough to hurt.

“Samantha,” my mother said smoothly behind me, “this is my son Logan.”

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t turn around.

This could not be happening.

“Hello, Logan,” came a soft voice behind me.

And God help me…

She sounded like heaven.