NANNY TO THE MAFIA BOSS

His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna

MAINUMBY

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

Werewolf Alpha Revenge Dark Romance

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Isabella's pov

I pulled my coat tighter around my body as the cool autumn breeze swept through the busy streets of New York. The city never slept, but at this hour, as the sun began its descent, it seemed to take a breath.

I exhaled slowly, checking the address on the crumpled piece of paper in her hand.

I saw the ad two days ago-Nanny Needed for Private Household. High Pay. Discretion Required. The vague wording had intrigued her. After months of struggling with dead-end jobs and barely scraping by, I needed this.

My best friend, Camila, had warned her.

"It sounds sketchy, Isa. What kind of 'private household' needs that much discretion?"

But I didn't have the luxury to be picky. I had rent due, student loans piling up, and a sick mother back in Miami who needed medical care. High pay? That was exactly what I needed.

Now, standing in front of an elegant brownstone in an upscale neighbourhood, I hesitated. It wasn't what I expected. The place screamed money, but not in a flashy, modern way. It was old wealth, the kind that carried secrets.

I pressed the doorbell, my pulse quickening.

A moment later, the heavy wooden door swung open, revealing a tall man in a black suit. He looked her over, his expression unreadable.

The man at the door had the kind of presence that made people stop and reconsider their choices. Tall, broad-shouldered, calculating eyes, he studied me like i was an unexpected problem.

"You're here for the nanny position?" His voice was deep and smooth but held a slight edge-like he was testing her

I straightened my spine"Yes. Isabella Lopez

The man didn't introduce himself. Instead, he stepped aside, silently inviting her in. I hesitated for only a second before stepping across the threshold.

The inside of the house was even grander than I expected. High ceilings, dark wood floors,expensive furniture-everything screamed wealth and power. But there was something else, too. A heaviness in the air, as if the house itself held secrets.

"Wait here", the man instructed before disappearing down a hallway.

I exhaled slowly, glancing around. A few framed photos lined the fireplace mantel. One in particular caught her eye-a little boy, maybe four or five, with dark curls and big, expressive eyes. His face was serious, almost too serious for a child.

Before i could think too much about it, footsteps echoed through the hall.

And then he walked in.

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