Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nanny And The Lycan Daddy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Maya Hart's POV"I wish I had a new mummy! I want a new mummy! Someone who isn't weak and broken!"The anger in my seven-year-old son's voice hit me harder than any physical blow.Leo stood right in the center of the school courtyard, his small hands curled into tight fists. After he screamed those heartbreaking words, his chest heaved with a young werewolf’s hot temper.I didn't know if he wanted everyone to hear. But they did. Every pack member lingering after the final bell heard him perfectly.Soon, the surrounding crowd of parents turned to look. Their eyes gleamed with cruel amusement before the whispers started. It was a low, collective hum of mockery that made the skin on the back of my neck prickle.But I ignored it like I'd been doing for years. Their comments didn't matter. Only my son did."Leo, please," I whispered, reaching out for him. My hands shook so badly I had to hide my fingers in my sleeves."Let's just go to the car. I am so sorry. The appointment ran over, and—

Maya's POV The stone floor of the underground prison was pure ice. The chill bled straight through my thin clothes and deep into my bones.For three long days, I had been locked in this pitch-black cell. Only heavy iron bars separated me from the execution block.My failing heart throbbed with a dull ache. It was a constant reminder that my time was running out anyway.Yet the grieving Lycan King, Valen Alaric, intended to cut my remaining weeks much shorter."Please! You have to listen to me!" I had begged until my throat felt shredded.I stared up hopelessly at the tall guards in the hallway."I didn't mean to hit her! She was already hurt—she died in my arms! My husband is an Alpha. Please, just call his pack. He can tell you who I am—"But the guards did not even blink. To them, I was just a lying human who had killed their beloved Queen.And my husband?A bitter laugh escaped my dry lips into the dark.Even if they did reach out to his territory, Marcus would not come for me.He

Maya's POV "I'm alive. Oh my god, I’m actually alive."The words left my lips in a breathless whisper as I lay flat on my back, staring blankly at the heavy velvet drapes hanging from the four-poster bed. My hands were shaking so violently I had to press them hard against the mattress just to keep them steady. My mind was spinning, completely refusing to process the last twenty minutes.One second I was bound to a wooden post with a leather whip inches from my skin. The next, a little six-year-old girl was throwing herself in front of me, screaming at the Lycan King."Princess Anastasia..."She actually saved me. She looked right at that terrifying man—her father—and demanded my life because I didn't leave her in those dark tunnels.A bitter, broken laugh escaped my throat. It quickly turned into a ragged sob that I had to choke back down. A Lycan princess I met in the dirt protected me, but my own son hated me. It was entirely my fault for being too slow, too human, too late.And

Maya's POV Green.Bright green eyes were the first thing I saw when my eyelids finally fluttered open.The second awareness returned, panic followed right behind it.My hand flew straight to my throat while a sharp gasp scraped against my bruised windpipe. Instantly, the memory slammed back into me with brutal clarity. The stone wall digging into my spine. Leather-gloved fingers crushing my neck. The terrifying pressure stealing the air from my lungs.“Whoa, easy there.”The voice was smooth, almost amused, and it only made me jerk back harder against the pillows.The man leaning over my bed straightened immediately, though the lazy smirk on his face never disappeared.Thick dark hair fell loosely across his forehead, and unlike everyone else I had encountered in this castle, he looked relaxed. Comfortable. Almost charming.That alone made me distrust him instantly.“I usually prefer a warmer reaction after rescuing a lady,” he continued casually, “but I’ll settle for the gasp.”As I

Maya's POV The morning sun had barely sliced through the heavy velvet curtains of my chambers before I was out of bed. Whatever lingering guilt I had carried for Queen Selene’s death was officially dead and buried. I had spent days feeling secretly sorry for Valen Alaric, rationalizing his cruelty because he was a mourning husband who had lost his wife.What an absolute joke. What kind of grieving widow spends his nights buried deep inside concubines while his own daughter’s nervous system is systematically destroyed by incompetent healers? He was a hypocrite, a monster, and a tyrant.I despised him with every single fiber of my being, and I was entirely done waiting for his permission or his royal records to do my job. If I only had three months left to live with this ticking clock in my chest, I was going to make every single day count.I didn't care about Valen, I didn't care about the records, and I certainly didn't care about the fact that every single werewolf in this cast