Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 106: Laila Hasanovic¢

Before Eleanor finished her breakfast, Cassandra received a reply from Teresa. The information Laila had

provided was verified and confirmed. Along with the findings, Teresa had also sent classified documents,

including Laila Hasanovic's service record, her Interpol profile, and banking activity logs.

Laila Hasanovi¢, that was the swordswoman'’s full name. Her file revealed an impressive military background.

She had once held the rank of Captain in the Jaeger Corps, Denmark’s elite Special Operations Division. Her

record was decorated with multiple medals and commendations, awarded for her role in joint operations

alongside NATO and coalition special forces.

During her active years, Laila was hailed as a rising star... a disciplined, daring operative known for her precision

and calm under pressure. Her leadership in hostage rescues, urban infiltration missions, and cross-border

intelligence-gathering operations earned her the trust of commanding officers and respect from her peers.

However, her brilliant career had ended abruptly.

Her file was marked with a red tag: Dishonourably Discharged.

The reason? The "unauthorized killing of 104 individuals"... a sanitized military euphemism. According to

Interpol, her actions were reclassified as the targeted killing of civilians and political figures, allegedly driven by

a personal vendetta.

The gravity of her record was in stark contrast to her calm demeanour. As the hotel staff cleared the table,

Cassandra quietly excused herself and called Laila to Eleanor’s room.

Moments later, the door opened and Laila stepped in. She was dressed simply... her posture straight, her eyes

clear, and her steps measured. She bowed her head politely. "Good morning."

Eleanor gestured to the opposite sofa. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you." Laila took her seat, her hands folded calmly on her lap.

Eleanor didn’t waste time. "Why did you kill all those people?"

There was no hesitation in Laila’s gaze. "My father died when | was a child. My mother passed away during my

training years in the army. | was an only child, so our family halways felt empty. One of our neighbours... a

kind couple looked after the house in my absence. They had a little boy. Mischievous, but bright. | was fond of

him."

She paused for a moment, a shadow passing over her expression.

"After one of our joint operations abroad, | was granted a week's leave. When | returned home, | found out the

boy had gone missing three days earlier. The police had no leads, no suspects... nothing."

Her voice hardened. "I couldn't sit idly. | launched my own search. | traced him... and found him dead. His body

had already been harvested for organs. Stored in cargo, ready to be trafficked abroad. | discovered several other

kidnapped children there, barely alive."

Her jaw clenched. "I called the local police to rescue them. Then I lost control. | slaughtered every person

involved. | interrogated them before they died. The information they gave ledup the chain... through corrupt

officials, traffickers, and finally to a high-ranking minister."

Her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "I killed them all."

Eleanor listened in silence, her expression unreadable.

"I was thorough in execution, but in my rage, | overlooked the politics. Many of the people | killed had public

support and a carefully manufactured clean image. The minister's party turned public opinion against me. My

own government needed a scapegoat. My dishonourable discharge was swift."

Laila took a slow breath, steadying herself. "Despite everything, many of my former comrades understood. Some

even helpedescape. Denmark no longer had a place for me. | had no family left. | fled to Russia and joined

Imperial Haven. It's been over five years since."

The room fell into heavy silence.

Eleanor finally spoke, "You are currently protected by Imperial Haven. Why do you want to leave now?"

Laila’s lips curled into a wry smile. "Because I'm tired of surviving. | want to start living. | don’t know your exact

situation, but someone like you... with strong fighters at your side... must have influence. | thought maybe, just

maybe, you could givea new life."

She added, "Always living under surveillance in one place is suffocating. | want freedom. A chance to contribute,

to live openly... even if under a different name. | don’t mind working. | just don’t want to hide like a fugitive

forever."

Eleanor studied her for a long moment. "What exactly do you want from me?"

Laila answered calmly, "A new identity. One that Interpol won't question. In return, | offer my sword and my

loyalty... but | won't do anything that goes against my values. No assassinations. No underhanded political jobs.

Just honest security work."

Eleanor’s voice remained neutral. "I think you misunderstand. | am not running an organization like Imperial

Haven. I'm a businesswoman. The people aroundare my staff, my guards. Raphael thought you might be

useful as part of my security team... that’s the only reason | called you here."

Laila blinked. She had not expected that.

"I can help you," Eleanor continued. "I can provide you with a clean identity, a secure job, and the ability to

travel freely. But the pay will be standard corporate pay... not mercenary rates. You'll be part of a formal

company structure.”

Without missing a beat, Laila replied, "I accept."

"Very well," Eleanor said, giving her a nod. "Cassandra will take you to arrange the necessary documents."

She turned to her assistant. "Call Teresa. Ask her to create a new nand legal identity for Laila. She will be

working at our Trafford Command Center."

"Yes, Boss." Cassandra bowed slightly and left the room with Laila following close behind.

Once the room returned to silence, Eleanor sighed and picked up her laptop. A flood of emails, reports, and

performance reviews awaited her. She immersed herself in work.

Tpassed. Several hours later, Cassandra returned, this twith a message.

"Boss, a man named Dimitry Petrov is here to see you."

Eleanor nodded. "Bring him in."

A moment later, Dimitry entered with a beautiful young woman beside him. Eleanor stood up to greet them.

"Knight Petrov," she said with a smile. "It's good to see you again."

Dimitry gave a respectful bow. "Young Miss, | hope I'm not interrupting your morning."

"Not at all," Eleanor replied. "In fact, | was expecting you. Please, make yourself comfortable. Cassandra, bring

another chair."

There were only two sofas in the lounge area. Cassandra brought a chair from the dining table and placed it

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Eleanor shook her hand firmly. "The pleasure is mine. Please, sit."

Eleanor noticed how Anastasiya took the sofa, while Dimitry sat in the chair. It subtly confirmed Anastasiya’s

higher standing within the clan.

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She paused, then looked toward Cassandra. "Cassandra, return to your room. | will summon you when required."

Cassandra gave a short nod and exited, closing the door quietly behind her.

Once alone, Eleanor folded her hands on her lap. "Now then... | believe you have something important to discuss

with me. Please, go ahead."