His Nanny Mate Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

This bond wasn’t the promise of safety and love I’d imagined—it was torture, a nightmare. I remembered my nanny’s words, the way she’d painted the mate bond as something sacred, something meant to uplift and complete me. She’d said mates couldn’t hurt each other, that they were made to protect each other. But if that was true, then why was Lucian so full of anger? Why did he lash out instead of drawing me close? I’d once dreamed of a mate who would take me away, someone who’d pull me from my father’s shadow, someone who’d look at me with warmth, not resentment. But instead, I was left wondering if I was destined for pain and rejection forever.

She came to me and pulled me into her arms “It's okay Mother, I'm here now” We pulled away from the hug and my mom was staring at Nile with a confused look “Good evening Mother” Nile greeted with a bow “Evening dear, and you're ?” “Mother he's Nile” “Nile?” “Hmm, actually Mom you might not know this but Nile is my second mate” “Mate? Ohh okay….” My mom drawled I could tell she wanted to say more but she would probably ask me that later

“I’m fine. Just… a little tired. You know me. Always pushing myself too hard.” The nanny folded her arms, unconvinced. “That is not the look of someone who is fine. What were you doing?” Her eyes darted toward the journal still glowing faintly on the desk. “And what is that book?” My chest tightened. “It’s nothing. Just research.” “Research that leaves you looking like you’ve lost half your blood?” she shot back. Her tone was sharp, motherly, the kind that stripped away excuses. “Should I call the healer? Or your mate?”

I could see strands of gold and copper. I felt my cock stir in my pants and shook my head to clear my indecent thoughts. ‘Don’t sleep with the nanny, Presley. You know better than that.’

They were still inside the witch’s crooked cottage, trapped by the unyielding storm. She took a deep breath, expecting the usual wave of white-hot agony to shred her lungs. It didn't come. The excruciating, skin-melting burn of the mate bond had truly settled into a dull, heavy ache beneath her collarbone. The witch’s dark paste had formed a protective veil over the mark, numbing the frantic spiritual pull. The phantom chain was still wrapped tightly around her heart, but it was no longer tearing her apart piece by piece. She felt remarkably better.

“Where is Mama? I don't want to go with you. You are so mean. Please, bring my mama for me.” “Enough,” I snapped. They froze. And looked at me in fear. Silence hung for one breath, then another. The nanny’s shoulders shook. “They are scared,” she said softly. “They do not understand. If you want them to keep moving, don't yell at them again. And please, give them food.” “And I do not care,” I replied. “You are lucky to still be alive by now. Warn them. Don't you provoke me because you won't like what I’ll do to you.”

Red pointy nails scratched the glass frame housing Nathan and his mate's picture, mainly at his mate. Jessica couldn't hold the hate brimming within her at his chosen mate. This was supposed to be her smiling beside the Alpha, her arms clocked together with his not Kiara. Nate, the soon-to-be Alpha and the instant position of his mate as the Luna of the pack should all be hers but somehow her naivety and immaturity as a teen made her lose it all but all hope was not lost.

She was a spoiled stuck up brat who only cared for herself. For years I watched my best friend and Alpha suffer and be unhappy. I watched as he became colder, harsher, and numb. Lana was the first thing to perk up Matteo after mating Cheryl. Unfortunately, Cherly didn’t really want to be a mom. Matteo doesn’t know this, but I had to stop Cherly from aborting Lana. I convinced her she could hire a nanny and not have to raise the child, the nanny would. I had no idea my own fucking sister would be the nanny.

Then she choked, crying, “Ti cheri, my darling girl, how could you let them-“ “It’s too late for your friend to help me, maman. I’ll hang up now.” I turned off my phone. We were close to my new home, so I took a deep calming breath, resolving not to think any troubling thought for the rest of the evening. Then something came to mind. "Nasir, what's a mate bond?"

“She’s more than a nanny to Nolan and to me. And if you’re staying here, I expect you to respect her the same way you respect me.” Matt studied me for a moment, then leaned back in his chair with that damned smirk still plastered on his face. “Oh boy, you’re whipped. But hey, you got it. Respect. Scouts’ honor. Can’t wait to meet my little nephew in the morning.” I drained the rest of my drink and stood. “On that note, I’m heading to bed. Tomorrow’s Nolan’s first day at school, and he’s not going to be late.” Matt lifted his glass in a mock salute. “Sure thing, cousin. Sweet dreams.”