The Alpha's Little Nanny

Chapter 2: Become a wolf

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting a golden glow on the streets of a remote small town, as if draping the entire town in a golden veil. Charlotte pedaled her old bicycle with determination, heading home. Her mood was exceptionally joyful, as bright as the sun itself, because today was her 18th birthday. She had taken the day off, hoping to spend this special day with her father.

Charlotte recalled thirteen years ago when she was just a child and had moved to this small town with her father. Her father's health had always been poor, and to take care of him, Charlotte had left school early to start working. Despite the hardships, she always maintained an optimistic attitude, believing that the future would be better.

Fortunately, Charlotte found a stable job as a cleaner at a branch of a listed company. Although the work was not easy, she cherished the opportunity. Every morning, she would wake up early, prepare breakfast, and head to work. She diligently completed each cleaning task, earning the recognition and respect of her colleagues. Her responsible and meticulous nature made her a valued member of the team.

As Charlotte pushed open the door and entered her home, the familiar sight of her father, James, busy in the kitchen greeted her. The rich aroma of the food filled the air.

“Dad, I’m home!” Charlotte called out cheerfully, her face beaming with happiness.

James turned around, his kind face lighting up with a pleased smile. “Charlotte, you’re back! Happy birthday! Go wash your hands; dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay!” Charlotte set down her backpack and noticed a delicate cake on the table with candles shaped like the number “18.” Her heart warmed at the sight. “Dad, you didn’t have to buy a cake. Just having a meal together is enough; this cake must have been expensive,” Charlotte said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“It’s your 18th birthday; of course, we should celebrate a bit,” James said with a smile. “I made it myself. I hope you like it.”

Charlotte stepped forward and gave her father a big hug. “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best!”

James gently patted Charlotte’s shoulder. “Sit down and taste the food I made.”

Charlotte sat at the table, savoring her father's delicious cooking, her heart filled with gratitude and happiness. The meal was simple but made with love, each dish a testament to her father’s care and effort. The warmth of the home and the presence of her father made her feel truly blessed.

They enjoyed a simple dinner in a warm atmosphere, and James even opened a bottle of wine he had saved for years. The wine was rich and flavorful, a perfect complement to their meal. They toasted to Charlotte’s future, sharing stories and laughter that filled the room with joy.

“Dad, your health isn’t good; you shouldn’t drink,” Charlotte said, looking at James with concern.

James smiled and reassured her, “It’s fine. Just a little to celebrate.”

Charlotte frowned slightly, her worry not easing. “But the doctor said you shouldn’t drink…”

James patted Charlotte’s hand. “Today is special. I just want to have a little to celebrate. Don’t worry, I won’t drink much.”

Charlotte hesitated but eventually nodded. “Alright, but please take care of yourself.”

James smiled. “Thanks for your concern, my dear daughter.”

After dinner, Charlotte and her father sat on the sofa, their laughter filling the air, making the room feel cozy and warm. The bond between them was strong, forged through years of hardship and mutual support.

Later, they each went to their rooms to rest, their faces still showing satisfaction. Charlotte lay in bed, reflecting on the day and the years that had brought them to this moment. The night was peaceful, with only the distant sounds of the town settling down.

As the night deepened, the crescent moon slowly turned full, its light growing brighter, illuminating the night sky and casting a silvery glow over everything. The transformation was subtle at first, but gradually the moon's light became more intense, almost ethereal. Lying in bed, Charlotte suddenly felt a sharp pain that made her frown. It felt as if her body was being torn apart. She couldn’t help but let out a painful scream that echoed in the room. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she tried to resist the pain.

As time passed, Charlotte’s body began to change. Her skin gradually became furry, growing white wolf fur, and her fingers turned into sharp claws. Her face elongated, sprouting sharp fangs, and her eyes turned into yellow wolf eyes.

Her breathing grew heavy and rapid, her body trembling continuously as if undergoing a painful transformation. Her eyes glowed with pain and fear, not understanding what was happening to her. Charlotte tried to control her body but found her consciousness becoming fuzzy. Her body seemed no longer under her control.

She grew larger, ultimately transforming into a massive white wolf with glowing yellow eyes and sharp fangs. The transformation was complete, and Charlotte’s mind was a whirl of confusion and fear. She could feel the power coursing through her, but it was accompanied by an overwhelming urge she couldn’t control.

James, hearing his daughter’s screams, rushed into the room and was stunned by what he saw. He stood there in shock, his mind blank. But he quickly regained his senses and uncertainly called out to the white wolf, “Charlotte?”

His voice echoed in the empty space, sounding lonely. His eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief, struggling to accept the reality before him. His heart raced, and his breathing became rapid.

The appearance of the white wolf left him shocked and puzzled because he had never imagined seeing it here. His mind was flooded with questions and guesses, trying to make sense of the sudden situation.

Charlotte’s heart was filled with fear and confusion. She didn’t understand why she had turned into this. She tried to control her body but found herself unable to revert to human form. Her body was brimming with strength, but she also felt an uncontrollable urge.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with terror, her body trembling uncontrollably as if the whole world had become incredibly dangerous. The primal instincts of the wolf were battling with her human consciousness, creating a tumultuous inner conflict.

James’s entrance heightened her fear. She let out a low growl, warning James not to come closer. The sound was deep and menacing, a stark contrast to her usual gentle demeanor. However, James wasn’t scared by her threat and continued to approach her step by step. His love for his daughter overpowered his fear, and he reached out to her with a calm determination.

Unable to bear the pressure, Charlotte bolted out of the window, darting towards the distant forest like an arrow. The night air was cool against her fur as she ran, the ground flying beneath her powerful legs. She could hear the sounds of the forest around her, the rustle of leaves, the scurrying of small animals, and the distant call of an owl.

The forest, usually a place of comfort and solace, now seemed ominous and foreboding. Charlotte's mind was in turmoil, battling the animal instincts that were driving her to run and hide. She didn't know what awaited her in the depths of the woods, but she knew she couldn't stay near her father in her current state. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows as she plunged deeper into the forest, her thoughts a chaotic mix of fear, confusion, and desperation.