Nanny And The Alpha Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“So… afterwards, I felt this rush of power flowing through me. Nixx was totally falling apart. He did not want to be the Alpha. I took on my dad and came out on top.” My lips parted when I caught his eye, worry flickering across my face. “Is he…?” He shook his head. “No. I did not do it. I decided to let him stick around. He is still my dad. But his punishment, though… he got whipped that night. Alpha Reynold got an invite to check it out… Darius's buddy's dad—the one he raped and murdered.” A hint of danger lit up his eyes, and I felt a lump in my throat at the thought of him.

My heart pounds like war drums as I lift my head to see who my saviour was. “I hate young boys who can't control themselves.” The words roll out in a deep baritone that comes from a man whom I can only describe with one word. DADDY. He has on a form-fitting black suit. His hair is sharp even in the haze of my tipsiness, silver and trimmed with perfect precision. Then those eyes. Calculating golden orbs that sweep over me. I'm not able to make out every detail on his face, but… God damn! I blush, watching as the blonde guy he flung back slowly got on his feet. He didn't even try fighting, easing away like he's standing before the boogeyman.

But my trembling hands betrayed me. “Did you find out?” I asked, voice small, breathless. He hesitated. “Yes. But you’re not going to believe it.” “Just tell me!” I snapped. “Damian… he’s the son of Alpha Delton.” My heart froze. “What? Who?” Bryan exhaled. “Alpha Delton. The head of the Lunar Pack—one of the strongest packs in the region. Damian never told you?” “No,” I whispered. “He said he had no family. That he was homeless.”

he noted as his eyes assessed me and he nodded slowly. “How long have you been here?” Alpha Chris asked and before I could reply, Mrs. Anderson's words from the other day flashed through my mind. Should I divulge anything to Alpha Chris? What if he was out to hurt Bradley? “Is there anything I could do to get the pretty lady to speak to me?” Alpha Chris asked and I couldn't help but feel as though he was actually harmless. “I just moved here…with alpha Bradley. I'm his children's nanny,” I finally said and Alpha Chris' lips spread into a wide grin as though he had just won the lottery.

"Unfortunately for them, they will never find you." ​I tried to scream, to spit at him, but my lips still wouldn't move. ​"I believe you are wondering who I am," he said, walking slowly toward me. "Well, I'll tell you. Your fucking Alpha killed my father ten years ago in a battle. Ever since then, I have been watching him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ruin his life. But then I realized you were his precious possession—his all in all. You are his greatest weakness, the only thing he truly cares about in this world."

It came at seven-fifteen in the morning while Nova was making coffee and Ryder was sitting at the counter watching her with the expression she recognized as the one he wore when something had been running in the background for a while and had finally completed its processing. “Mama,” he said. “Yeah, bug.” “When I grow up, am I the Alpha King?” Nova set the coffee pot down. She turned around. Ryder was watching her with his full attention, notebook closed for once, both hands flat on the counter. His wolf was calm. His face was calm. This was not a distressed question — it was an earnest one, the kind that had been turned over many times before being asked aloud. She sat across from him.

“That’s impossible. Freya is miles away in another city, serving dishes and cleaning tables. That pathetic girl couldn’t possibly make it to an event like that.” Celeste shoved the phone in my face. “Look, dad! Here she is. She’s even trying to seduce the Alpha.” The way she moved her phone back and forth made it difficult to get a clear image of the man of the other line. Though in the blur of panicked motion, I saw that familiar red tie. It’s him. My father. “What the Hell is she doing there?” The voice rose louder than needed. “Tell her to get out of there, right now!”

A few hours later the pups were safely ensconced in the back seat of Linda’s car while Jane was at work, and one by one, they put their plan into motion. “Auntie Linda, did you know our Daddy?” Ryder asks slyly. “I did.” She confirms, not sharing anything more. “What was he like?” Parker presses. “Well, he was an Alpha,” Linda shares. “He was very strong and smart, just like all of you.” “But who is he?” Riley inquires, “why aren’t he and Mommy married?” “I think these are questions you should ask your Mommy.” Linda sighs. “But Mommy’s not here!” Ryder complains.

A few moments later, a big burly man with a pup under each arm plopped down in front of the screen. "Manadlynn?" "Yes, Daddy, it's me. How have you been?" "Worried sick about you is how we've been." His eyes went black. He was linking with someone. "And who is this young man there?" "Daddy, this is my mate Alpha Wyatt Harris." "You look familiar, son. Would you, by chance, be related to Alpha Henry Harris." "Yes, sir, I would. He's my father." "And how is Alpha Henry and Luna Pamela. I assume he is retired, and you have taken over the pack?"

he says. “Connor? Warren? Any concerns?” he asks. “None for me,” they both say. “Okay, pull the trigger, Hijack. I’ll set up the wire transfer right after this call.” “Who’s the bad guy, Daddy?” Kaylee asks, watching her father as he types out something on his computer. I can hear Hijack typing as well and I’m assuming their setting up the buy out. “A man who is trying to keep Alpha Cyra away from Uncle Yorrie,” he says, still distracted by what he’s doing. I’m impressed with his ability to multi-task work and talking to his daughter who, at such a young age, seems like she’s following along pretty well.