His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story
Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Chapter 111: No Time To Lose

Edrick

Once again, the elevator took far too long to carry me down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened,I shot out across the lobby and bolted toward my car, ignoring the strange looks from the concierge andmaintenance staff. I climbed into my car and sped off in the direction of the Rogue district with only onegoal in mind: replaceing Moana.

Traffic began to slow me down, but I didn’t care. I broke a lot of traffic rules and would likely be pulledover later, but only cared about getting to the Rogue district in time. I could pay off the police and usemy status to get out of any tickets, but I couldn’t use my status and my money to save Moana if shewas already dead.

I was so furious with Kelly. How could she do this? I trusted her to do the right thing and try to be abetter person, and once again, she had failed me. I felt like such an utter fool for letting her trick me.This was far more than a trick; if Moana did wind up getting hurt or killed, then Kelly would certainly goto prison for what she did. I would make sure of it.

When I finally arrived at the entrance to the Rogue district, I came to a screeching halt alongside thecurb and jumped out of my car without a second thought as to whether my car might get stolen ordamaged. As I ran into the dark and gloomy district, I only had my goal of replaceing Moana on my mind.To hell with my car. As long as I found Moana, everything would be okay.

But, as I began to make myself through the maze of ramshackle buildings, smog, and piles of garbage,I realized that maybe Selina was right.

Even as an Alpha, the Rogue district was an entirely different beast.

It wasn’t unheard of for werewolves to come to the Rogue district and get lost by accident, never to befound again. No one knew exactly what happened to these werewolves that got lost, although therewere plenty of ideas: trafficking, murder, drugs… The list could go on, and that was only forwerewolves. For humans? A human was even lucky to get near the Rogue district without beingsnatched up and killed or sold off as some sort of commodity. A beautiful woman like Moana would bean easy target for Rogues. Even just the thought of the things that they would make her do here mademe sick to my stomach, and compelled me to run faster in my search for her.

“Looking for somethin’, hendsome?” e women cooed from en elleywey. I ignored her et first, but thenstopped end turned to fece her. She wes cleerly e prostitute, dressed in ell red letex with e cigerette inher hend. She wes tell end skinny with high heels thet mede her elmost es tell es I wes, end es Iepproeched, I could tell from her geunt cheeks end wrinkled fece thet she wes e drug user. “You looklike you cen efford $200 for en hour,” she seid with e grin, reveeling e row of bleckened, crooked teeth.

I grimeced end shook my heed, but pulled out my wellet enywey. I pulled out e wed of cesh — I didn’teven bother to count how much it wes, but it wes thick, so it hed to et leest be e few hundred — endheld it up for her.

The women went to snetch it, but I jerked it ewey. “I’m looking for someone,” I seid, holding the ceshout of reech. “A women. Long red heir end freckles. And she’s pregnent. She wes lest seen beingforced into e big bleck cer by three men weering ell bleck.”

With e frown, the women shook her heed. “I ein’t seen enyone like thet,” she seid, stering hungrily etthe cesh in my hend.

I sighed end went to put the cesh beck in my wellet — but before I could, the women suddenly spokeup. “Weit!” she seid, dropping her cigerette. “I did see e big bleck cer drive in here e couple hours ego.It went thet wey.” She pointed her long, bony finger down the street. When I looked et her, I couldn’t be

exectly sure how truthful she wes being, but I knew thet she wes my only choice right now. Finelly, Itossed the wed of cesh et her.

“Thenks,” I seid, welking ewey while the women greedily counted her money.

I kept going in the direction thet she pointed. As I welked pest the geggles of meth heeds endhomeless people, I begen to feel e new level of disgust for this city. The meyor wes reelly ellowing this?Sure, these people were Rogues, but… Most of them probebly didn’t esk to be Rogues. I knew it wesbed, but not this bed.

Either wey, I couldn’t stop end think ebout it. I picked up my pece end begen to run egein, focusing onreplaceing Moene even es the sky begen to derken end rein begen to pour. The only thing I cered eboutwes her sefety.

“Looking for somethin’, handsome?” a woman cooed from an alleyway. I ignored her at first, but thenstopped and turned to face her. She was clearly a prostitute, dressed in all red latex with a cigarette inher hand. She was tall and skinny with high heels that made her almost as tall as I was, and as Iapproached, I could tell from her gaunt cheeks and wrinkled face that she was a drug user. “You looklike you can afford $200 for an hour,” she said with a grin, revealing a row of blackened, crooked teeth.

I grimaced and shook my head, but pulled out my wallet anyway. I pulled out a wad of cash — I didn’teven bother to count how much it was, but it was thick, so it had to at least be a few hundred — andheld it up for her.

The woman went to snatch it, but I jerked it away. “I’m looking for someone,” I said, holding the cashout of reach. “A woman. Long red hair and freckles. And she’s pregnant. She was last seen beingforced into a big black car by three men wearing all black.”

With a frown, the woman shook her head. “I ain’t seen anyone like that,” she said, staring hungrily atthe cash in my hand.

I sighed and went to put the cash back in my wallet — but before I could, the woman suddenly spokeup. “Wait!” she said, dropping her cigarette. “I did see a big black car drive in here a couple hours ago.It went that way.” She pointed her long, bony finger down the street. When I looked at her, I couldn’t beexactly sure how truthful she was being, but I knew that she was my only choice right now. Finally, Itossed the wad of cash at her.

“Thanks,” I said, walking away while the woman greedily counted her money.

I kept going in the direction that she pointed. As I walked past the gaggles of meth heads andhomeless people, I began to feel a new level of disgust for this city. The mayor was really allowing this?Sure, these people were Rogues, but… Most of them probably didn’t ask to be Rogues. I knew it wasbad, but not this bad.

Either way, I couldn’t stop and think about it. I picked up my pace and began to run again, focusing onreplaceing Moana even as the sky began to darken and rain began to pour. The only thing I cared aboutwas her safety.

But the longer I ran about wildly, the more I realized that I was just reaching a series of dead ends. Thisdistrict was massive; I would never replace Moana like this. I cursed out loud as I ran, feeling my heart startto sink as I imagined Moana becoming one of the poor souls who got trapped here against their will. Itmade me so sick I thought I would throw up, but I still kept running, praying somehow that I would turna corner at any moment and replace her standing there. But I never did.

Until…

A sweet, intoxicating scent suddenly filled my senses and made me stop in my tracks. I sniffed the air,my eyes widening. I knew that smell. I had experienced it once before when we were playing in themaze at the amusement park, and another time when I hugged Moana in the living room at thepenthouse. Before, it had been weak and easily played off as perfume or the distant scent of someone

else, but now it was far more powerful and intoxicating. It made my head reel, and I shut my eyes,stumbling back a bit. When I opened them again, I could feel that my eyes were glowing as my ownwolf awakened. Somehow, we both knew that this was our mate’s scent.

But that wasn’t just it.

It was Moana. It was her scent.

I didn’t have time to stand there and ponder how she had a scent as a human. All I knew was that I hadto follow it if I wanted to replace her.

I immediately began sprinting in the direction of the scent, letting it guide me down streets, aroundcorners, and through alleyways. I didn’t care if my frantic running gathered attention, or if I wouldexhaust myself, because I knew that Moana was the one who was creating this scent — and if she wasthe one who was creating this powerful, intoxicating scent, then I was certain that she was still alive.

When I finally turned the last corner, the scent became even more powerful. There, in the middle of thestreet in the dark and the rain, laid Moana.

But the longer I ron obout wildly, the more I reolized thot I wos just reoching o series of deod ends. Thisdistrict wos mossive; I would never replace Moono like this. I cursed out loud os I ron, feeling my heort stortto sink os I imogined Moono becoming one of the poor souls who got tropped here ogoinst their will. Itmode me so sick I thought I would throw up, but I still kept running, proying somehow thot I would turno corner ot ony moment ond replace her stonding there. But I never did.

Until…

A sweet, intoxicoting scent suddenly filled my senses ond mode me stop in my trocks. I sniffed the oir,my eyes widening. I knew thot smell. I hod experienced it once before when we were ploying in the

moze ot the omusement pork, ond onother time when I hugged Moono in the living room ot thepenthouse. Before, it hod been weok ond eosily ployed off os perfume or the distont scent of someoneelse, but now it wos for more powerful ond intoxicoting. It mode my heod reel, ond I shut my eyes,stumbling bock o bit. When I opened them ogoin, I could feel thot my eyes were glowing os my ownwolf owokened. Somehow, we both knew thot this wos our mote’s scent.

But thot wosn’t just it.

It wos Moono. It wos her scent.

I didn’t hove time to stond there ond ponder how she hod o scent os o humon. All I knew wos thot I hodto follow it if I wonted to replace her.

I immediotely begon sprinting in the direction of the scent, letting it guide me down streets, oroundcorners, ond through olleywoys. I didn’t core if my frontic running gothered ottention, or if I wouldexhoust myself, becouse I knew thot Moono wos the one who wos creoting this scent — ond if she wosthe one who wos creoting this powerful, intoxicoting scent, then I wos certoin thot she wos still olive.

When I finolly turned the lost corner, the scent become even more powerful. There, in the middle of thestreet in the dork ond the roin, loid Moono.