Dark Elf’s Forbidden Nanny by Celeste King

I inherited her as a possession.
She became my home before I knew her name.

She was hired to care for his daughter.
Then he died.
And left her to me.

Not figuratively.
The contract is real. The ink is dry. And her signature is binding.

She’s human. Lower caste. Forbidden.
And she looks at me like I’m the executioner instead of the man who’s been dreaming about her mouth for months.
I try to stay away. For the child. For her dignity. For my control.

But I’m not made of mercy.
I’m made of need.
And the moment I hear her beg my name, I know—
There’s no going back.
She came as inheritance. She stays as mine.

Read on for ownership angst, magical caste tension, slow-burn collapse, and a dark elf who treats her like property—but worships her like a goddess. HEA Guaranteed!