Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Life

Eleanor woke up in a daze. She couldn't see clearly; it was like a hazy world. Her ears twitched slightly as sharp beeping sounds entered her awareness. Footsteps came and went nearby, and someone was talking in the distance, though she couldn't make out the words. The thick smell of antiseptic numbed her senses. She blinked several times, trying to adjust her vision, and gradually, the room around her became clearer. She was still in the place Ethan called 'the infirmary'.

She tried to sit up but failed. Her hands and feet were still strapped to the bed.

Sensing her movement, Ethan stood up from his chair and walked toward her. "Good morning, Eleanor. How do you feel?"

Without thinking, she replied automatically, "Nauseous. The thick antiseptic smell is overwhelming."

She suddenly stopped as her mind caught up with her situation. She turned to Ethan, her voice tense with anticipation. "Ethan, was the process successful?"

Ethan gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Everything went well. You and your baby are both fine and healthy. My mother checked both of you and found no complications."

Eleanor glanced down at herself. "Then why am I still bound?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Ethan's expression grew serious. "First, look at your body. You're in your werewolf form now. Your body needs time to adjust. Your senses should be sharper, your body stronger, and your instincts more primal. Newly turned werewolves often experience uncontrollable urges... intense hunger, aggression, and heightened emotions. That's why you're still bound, to prevent any accidental harm. Once you adjust, we'll remove the restraints."

Eleanor focused on her senses. Her hearing had improved significantly... she could hear both her and Ethan's heartbeats clearly. She looked at the ceiling and noticed tiny gaps in the paint she had never seen before. A strange surge of energy coursed through her veins, making her feel powerful, almost as if she were on an intoxicating drug.

After taking a moment to assess herself, she asked, "Then how can I get used to my new body if I'm tied up like this?"

"My mother already called my grandmother. She's an expert in training young werewolves. She'll arrive this afternoon. With her guidance, you'll learn how to control your abilities and move normally. She'll evaluate your potential and train you for a few days." Ethan said.

Eleanor hesitated before asking, "And my child?"

Ethan nodded reassuringly. "The child is safe, now infused with werewolf vitality. However, your pregnancy might progress faster than a human's, as werewolves have accelerated growth rates."

She absorbed the information silently, her mind still reeling from the drastic changes. Then, almost shyly, she admitted, "I'm hungry."

That afternoon, a middle-aged woman in an elegant executive dress entered the room. Eleanor was fast asleep, her body still bound. The woman sat in the chair beside her and studied her intently. After a moment, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

"You still haven't sent me the detailed report on Eleanor Whitmore."

"How much more time do you need?"

"Fifteen minutes is the final deadline."

Ten minutes later, her phone vibrated. She opened the newly received folder and silently scrolled through the information. As she read, a faint smirk formed on her otherwise cold, expressionless face.

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