Alpha Baby's Secret Mammy

a Sim

elestis Wolfe, he is New Moon's Alpha... But promise me no

"M

d panted heavily for a lon

reamt of what my mother

as six o'clock in the morning. I had a meeting at 10 o'clock today. I wa

to the bathroom. I opened my cosmetic

f face am I goin

owever, my father told me another bad news: He said that my mother was a Werewolf,

ation. After saying that, my fath

I was almost at my wit's end. One day, when I fell asleep beside my mother's bed, my mother suddenly woke me up and as

ed without

look ordinary like I was about 30 years old. She didn't tell me why, and I didn't ask.

ng and arranged for us to stay in a private hospital. My mother was greatly relie

wever, the man in black didn't give me a chance to ask anything. He immediately t

ears old. I didn't know anything, but for the sake of my mother, I didn't complain. However, what I couldn't understand was

instincts. I began to miss my missing son. In the end, my yearning turned into an impulse. I asked my mother to t

nd looked for news of my son. However, how could I find a nee

or a month. However, Azrael showed no mercy, and my mother, the Moon G

er stunning face no longer existed, and the illness had caused her to lose her human form a long time ago.

I looked at my mother. I shook my head and said, "Mom, I w

she said, "Go... go and find him. The child's father's name is... Caelestis Wolfe and he is the Alpha of

she seemed to have used up

his strange

that I looked like her and inherited her peerless appearance. But since that incident, my mo

died. No one wo

n recent years, I had asked her in a roundabout way countless times, but

eep breath, looked at the high-end villa ar

and glanced at me. She nodded and

n't look at me and led the way d

e a hybrid,

megas, they were still pure-blooded werewolves.

e scent in the future. In the house, you have to call Mr. Wolfe Alpha, bu

"O

had to carefully cover up their identities. The master of this

in." After that, the servant pointed to the roo

the door nervous and kno

" a low and c

y the gaze of the people. His eyes were so sharp that

skin, washed white plaid shirt, gray sweatpants, and black sneakers. I look like a 34 o

onfused gaze, I lowered my head and

stries, and he was extremely rich. He was handsome, just like a sculpture made by Michelangelo. His black

ther of my child,

I searched for this name on the website and s

confused. Why did such an outstanding man with such a family background

ancy to my appearance. But the reality was that when my mot

t was impossible for

see the child. If I could stay by his side and take care of him,

ansion, but it doesn't work. I just happened to hear that there wanted a na

's words. More importantly, I don't want anything to do with men. For the rest of my life, I've never

nd black trousers. His simple and casual outfit couldn't hide his dazzling fac

tairs to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, picked up a bo

I had met my child's father. It

olding is here." The s

was very pleasant, and it also g

business. I just glanced at her casually. W

her through the door. She had sent over the sperm. Although I had only met her once, my memory had always b

over, she seemed to have a special

hat she was his l

er woman to have a baby with her