Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Traveling to Svalbard

When Louis Turner voiced his concerns to Brian, the American advised him to speak directly to Earl Walter Langford. "If you’re serious, let the Earl know. Eleanor must’ve planned something already," Brian said confidently.

Louis did as advised. Walter, unsure how to respond, contacted Teresa for guidance. Teresa, in turn, consulted Juliette Blanc. After a brief discussion, Teresa called Louis back and gave him precise instructions: go to London and meet with the chairman of the opposition party to formally request a transfer.

To Louis’s astonishment, not only was he welcomed at the party headquarters, but the chairman himself organized a small welcoming ceremony. The photos from that event made their way into local news outlets, quietly spreading the event of his joining to the opposition party in political section.

Shortly afterward, Louis was invited to meet the opposition leader of the parliament, Baron Anthony Hayward Chapman. After a brief but decisive meeting, the Baron personally assured Louis that he would receive the party nomination for the Birmingham constituency in the upcoming national election.

The entire process was seamless... almost surreal. No resistance, no controversy, just quiet doors opening one after another.

Back in Birmingham, Louis shared his whirlwind experience with Brian immediately.

Brian simply grinned. "This is the opportunity I told you about back then. Remember?"

Louis thought back to that day... the day when a panicked Brian couldn’t leave the kingdom and had come face-to-face with a mysterious man in black. So much had changed since then. He looked at Brian with a sense of gratitude and respect.

Suddenly, without warning, Louis embraced him and said, "Thank you... for everything."

Brian laughed, patting him on the back. "Just don’t forget who pointed you to the rising tide."

***

On Brontes Island, Erevan Brontes Lychos... the King of Werewolves, sat in silence, staring at his computer screen with a deep frown. A feeling of dejection weighed heavily on his chest. For the past few days, he had resisted the urge, but today, the longing had become unbearable. He wanted to see his daughter’s photo... anything recent, even the faintest sign of her in the world.

Although he had a single portrait of her gifted by Sarika, he had memorized every detail on that canvas: the curve of her smile, the shade of her eyes, the glint of intelligence and elegance that defined her. But it wasn’t enough. Hoping to find something new, he searched her name on the internet.

To his utter dismay, the results were barren... no photos, no mentions, no online records. It was as if someone had scrubbed her entire digital footprint clean.

"How protective can the Raynor Clan be?" he muttered bitterly. "They must love her dearly to go to such lengths."

Ironically, his assumptions were nearly spot on... but with one key error. It wasn’t the Raynor Clan who had done this. Eleanor herself had removed all trace of her identity from public records. She didn’t want reminders of her tragic past, especially not ones that could resurface in the public eye. The past she carried was too heavy, too personal, and too painful.

Still curious, Erevan called his secretary and requested detailed profiles of the Young Masters and Young Misses from the Ten Great Clans. If he requested the files as a whole, no one would suspect that he was solely interested in one particular person. It was a clever ruse, a way to avoid raising eyebrows.

"This way," he thought, "no one will guess my true motive. Eleanor will be left out of suspicion."

A few minutes later, his secretary entered and handed him a neatly bound file. After the man exited, Erevan immediately opened the report and flipped to Eleanor’s profile.

To his surprise, her file was unlike the others. It lacked the rich background information present in the rest. There was no mention of her human parents or her early life. The report began only from the day of her turning. It stated that Eleanor had been involved in an accident while pregnant. Ethan Raynor, a close friend, had turned her into a werewolf to save both her and the child. Strangely, during the transformation, she awakened the Elizabeth bloodline which was an incredibly rare occurrence and the Raynor Clan had recognized her lineage almost immediately. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Among werewolves, it was a powerful omen. An awakened bloodline during pregnancy was considered a divine blessing for the child. Moreover, the Elizabeth bloodline had nearly vanished. Aside from Fiona Elizabeth Raynor, there were no active members. With Eleanor’s awakening, the Raynors were gifted another successor. A potential heir. A beacon for the clan’s future.

Eleanor had stayed in the Raynor Clan’s pocket dimension for six months after giving birth, receiving rigorous training under several elders. Her bond with Ethan Raynor was unclear...neither romantic nor platonic, but the child called Ethan "father."

Later, Fiona brought her into the surface world, and together they traveled across continents. Over the next two years, they trained, explored, and laid the groundwork for Eleanor’s future. She later moved to the United States and ventured into the tech sector. Within a short span, she became one of the youngest and most successful entrepreneurs, establishing a global empire.

Now, she was considered the wealthiest individual under thirty across both the human and supernatural worlds.

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