His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 246

#Chapter 246: The Patriarch’s End

Edrick

I hated to say it, but Moana looked more beautiful than ever as she practically assaulted my evil father on the back lawn.

“He’s no threat,” she said as she released her grip on his shirt and let him fall back to the ground, then turned and walked back to meet me. “The knife is gone. He’s just an angry old man now and nothing more.”

Moana was right; the knife was indeed gone. It shattered when Michael tried to stab her with it.

During those moments when the knife was plunged into her belly, it felt as though my heart stopped. I watched in horror as the knife disappeared into her belly. When my father pulled it out, it was covered in blood and he had a maniacal grin on his face.

But something happened then. She became enveloped in that golden light again, only this time it was even brighter and more blinding than before. I thought she was dying, but it turned out that she healed instantly. If my father had stabbed her just milliseconds earlier, he certainly would have killed her.

She was already shifting by the time he stabbed her. Although the knife pierced her skin, the wound closed immediately on its own. I remembered seeing the golden light grow. The knife burst into a million pieces. Shards of it went flying through the air and rained down on my father and me like a hailstorm.

I didn’t remember anything after that other than my consciousness fading in and out of existence as Moana tried to heal me.

I thought for sure that I would die. And I did die, for a short time. But not for long. Moana persevered, just like she always did. When I woke up, she was standing over me as I laid on the dining table, and all I wanted to do was kiss her.

She was like my guardian angel.

In an odd way, I was glad that she accidentally healed my father. I didn’t want him to die. I wanted him to suffer throughout the remainder of his miserable little existence, locked away in a cell somewhere to rot.

“You w***e!” Michael screeched, shaking me out of my deep train of thought. “I would have killed you anyway, regardless of whether you were the Golden Wolf or not! All you’ve ever done is ruin my family and taint my bloodline!”

Moana opened her mouth to retaliate, but I grabbed her arm and shook my head. The security guards were already dragging Michael to his feet. I gave Moana a squeeze before I walked over to face him.

His face was beet red and covered in his own sweat, blood, and dirt from the ground. He growled and snarled like a rabid animal, practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against the security guards.

His face was beet red and covered in his own sweat, blood, and dirt from the ground. He growled and snarled like a rabid animal, practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against the security guards.

“Go on and humiliate yourself, Michael,” I said, not even wanting to refer to this monster as my own father anymore. “You’re not escaping now. Do you have any last words before I send you off to prison, where you belong?”

Michael let out a low, angry growl. “You’ve betrayed your family, Edrick,” he whispered, spittle flying out of his mouth as his body shook. “You’ve chosen that… that scum over your own flesh and blood. You will rue the day that you made that mistake. Mark my words.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so wildly misguided that it’s almost pathetic,” I said, pushing my sleeves up to my elbows. “I’m not the one who ruined this family, and neither is Moana. You have no one to blame but yourself.”