Nanny For The Alpha's Lost Twins

Sarah POV

Ever since I adopted my daughter, I've been in a non-stop battle, constantly updating my adoption papers to prove I can offer a stable upbringing. Here's the kicker: I'm a human living in a werewolf society, a young, single mother. And my daughter? She's a werewolf cub. After years of red tape, I finally had every form locked down, foolproof.

"Sorry, this doesn't meet our standards," the officer stated icily.

"Why not? Give me a valid reason," I said.

“What are you? Nanny, maid, babysitter? You don't have a steady job, do you?” The werewolf cop tossed my proof of income onto the table then picked up the adoption papers.

“Yes,” I admitted calmly. “I do any job that can provide a stable life for my daughter.”

Whether as a nanny, babysitter, or maid, it was all about earning enough money. I didn’t have better options, despite my degree in childhood education. As I said, I'm human, and few schools would accept a human teacher.

“I plan to apply for a teaching position once Chloe is old enough,” I said, pulling out my degree certificate to prove my qualifications. “Given my human status, if hired, my salary and work hours might not support raising a child.”

With a snap, the cop threw the file on the table, his werewolf eyes filled with icy skepticism. “Can you explain why this child was left on your doorstep six years ago?” he demanded. “You know, we've received multiple reports claiming you're a human trafficker, a child snatcher.”

“I've proven my innocence countless times already. I have complete adoption documents and enough evidence to show I’m blameless.” I've answered these accusations many times, each time with a more solid chain of evidence. I was practically bulletproof, as the cop probably realized when he fell into a brief silence after reviewing my papers.

Six years ago, Chloe was left on my doorstep, swaddled with just a card listing her name and birthday. That night, I'd just received a job offer to become a teaching assistant—a total surprise, and then I found Chloe.

At first, I took her to the orphanage, but it was mostly filled with human kids. It was understandable that these kids, bearing the brunt of injustice, might lash out at an innocent werewolf baby. I knew about their unfair treatment, but I couldn't let the tragedy continue. When I discovered wounds on Chloe’s body, I made up my mind to adopt her, no matter the cost.

Perhaps fate meant for Chloe to be left at my doorstep. I eventually turned down the teacher assistant offer, as the modest salary from that busy job couldn't support a child. I chose Chloe and was ready to give her everything—love, a family, companionship—things I never had growing up in an orphanage myself.

I thought I had everything perfectly under control until the cop spoke again, “If you're not married or holding a single, steady job by next month, we'll assume you don't have