His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 139

#Chapter 139: Sweet Tooth

Edrick

I fell asleep beside Moana that night with a bit of a smile on my face. Even though the event started out on a bad note with the paparazzi, it was a lot of fun to enjoy the comedy show with Moana. Even just that short time of the event made the entire event worth it, despite the fact that I was forced to mingle with people who I utterly hated.

To call myself one of those people always made me sick. I hated how they acted, I hated their views on the world, and I hated their horrible attitudes. I never felt as though those people could ever even come close to being my friends, which was why it was almost laughable when Moana told me that she was worried she would ruin my image. Those people were already looking for any little thing they could find to ruin anyone’s image. If it wasn’t Moana, it would have been something else. Even if they knew that Moana was not only a werewolf, but that she was my fated mate and that there was something else that was exceedingly special about her, they still would have found something to nitpick. Moana always held herself with so much grace, and she was so beautiful — especially in the hair and makeup that Tyrus did for her, although she still would have been stunning in a paper bag — that the other women would have hated her anyway. But I didn’t care; I was just happy to have spent the night with Moana, and ever since I found out that she was my mate, I couldn’t get enough of her.

When we went to bed that night, I couldn’t deny the fact that I felt as though I had made the right choice in announcing my “relationship” with Moana. And maybe, if she really was my mate, it wouldn’t have to be fake forever.

However, that night, I had strange dreams about Moana.

I kept dreaming about that Alpha tooth that Moana had shown me. In my dreams, it always seemed to be there, but something was special about it. It wasn’t just any ordinary tooth.

At one point, the dreams started to get a little intense. I dreamed that Moana had some special powers that I couldn’t quite explain, but there was something else…

She was in danger. Someone was hunting her, but I didn’t know why. All I knew was that I felt a sense of panic, and I needed to protect her.

I awoke suddenly with a start, breathing heavily with my forehead coated in sweat from the intense dreams. When I looked over at Moana in the darkness, I was relieved to find that she was still sleeping soundly and peacefully. Her chest was rising and falling gently, and her red hair was splayed out around her on her pillow like an orange halo. Of course she was safe… It was just a dream, after all. But I still couldn’t quite shake that feeling of dread in my stomach, and I knew that even with Moana by my side, I wouldn’t be able to sleep now.

My eyes wandered then over to my top dresser drawer. Since Moana had been staying in my room most nights, I had given her that drawer to put some of her things in; and one of those things was the box that contained the tooth. I wasn’t exactly sure why she kept it in here instead of keeping it in her own room, but I got the sense that she felt uncomfortable being away from it for some reason. It was as if she needed to keep it close to feel at ease.

Those strange dreams made me too curious; I needed to take a look at the tooth. I took one last glance over at Moana, who had now rolled onto her side, before I quietly got up and tiptoed across the room.