Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 12 - Return

Five years later, a Gulfstream G650 landed smoothly on a specially reserved private airstrip. As the aircraft rolled

to a stop, the door opened, and before the crew could properly extend the stairs, a young girl bolted out of the

plane. Her small figure darted across the tarmac, heading straight for the tall man standing near the terminal.

"Daddy!" she shouted, her voice full of excitement as she leaped into his waiting arms. "I missed you so much!"

The man caught her effortlessly, pulling her close. A rare, gentle smile softened his otherwise imposing

features... a sight that would be unbelievable to anyone from the business world.

The man was none other than Ethan Raynor, the current CEO of Purplebricks Limited, the leading construction

company in the region. Known as a ruthless, calculating, and merciless businessman, he ruled the corporate

world with an iron fist, crushing competitors without hesitation. His nalone was enough to send shivers

down the spines of rivals. Words like "cold-hearted," "arrogant," and "unforgiving" were often whispered behind

his back, but none of that mattered now. At this moment, he was simply a father embracing his daughter.

"I missed you too, sweetie," Ethan murmured into her ear before placing a kiss on top of her head.

As this heartwarming reunion unfolded, a stunning young woman descended the aircraft stairs with poise. Clad

in a perfectly tailored purple business suit that accentuated her curves with effortless grace, she exuded

confidence and elegance. Her long legs, enhanced by sleek high heels, made her presence impossible to ignore.

With flowing silver-white hair cascading past her shoulders, she stood out like a rare gem... striking and

unforgettable. Her captivating gaze held a quiet power, drawing people in while keeping them at arm's length.

Ethan's eyes locked onto her as she approached, his usual composure wavering. Every planned word vanished

from his mind, leaving him with a simple, "How was your flight?"

Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, the mother of his child and heiress to the Raynor legacy, gave him a small, simple

smile. "It was good. And you? How have you been?"

"Fine," Ethan replied, though his voice carried an undertone of emotions he chose not to express. "Let's go.

Grandma's villa is ready for you."

Turning, he strode toward his custom-made BMW X5, still carrying the little girl in his arms. A bodyguard stepped

forward, opening the door. Ethan gently placed the girl in her child seat, fastening her seatbelt with practiced

ease before stepping aside to help Eleanor into the car. Once she was seated, he moved to the other side of the

little girl.

With everyone settled, he instructed the driver to start the car. As the engine purred to life, the convoy of five

svehicles, with two SUVs at the front and two at the back, smoothly departed. Each was filled with highly

trained bodyguards, ensuring the safety of their most important passengers.

Throughout the drive, Ethan engaged in lively conversation with the little girl, his deep voice contrasting with her

high-pitched giggles. Eleanor, seated beside him, listened quietly, a faint smile appeared on her otherwise

expressionless face.

This adorable child was none other than Freya Raynor, the daughter of Eleanor. Born five years ago after

numerous trials and tribulations, she was an exceptional child in every sense. Though she bore a striking

resemblance to her mother, her dark hair was a direct inheritance from Ethan. Named after her great-

grandmother, the current clan head, Fiona Elizabeth Raynor, Freya possessed remarkable intelligence and

abilities far beyond her years.

Werewolf genes had granted her an accelerated development. Unlike human children, who took years to master

speech and movement, Freya had gained full control over her human form within six months. By then, she had

already begun speaking fluently and understanding complex reasoning, astounding the elders of the Raynor

pack.

Due to this remarkable progress, Fiona had allowed Eleanor to remain in the ancestral lands until Freya was

strong enough to blend into human society without difficulty. Once assured of her stability, Eleanor was sent to

San Francisco to take charge of the Raynor family's growing enterprises in Silicon Valley. She had spent the last

few years strengthening their global presence in the technology sector.

Now, Eleanor had returned to Manchester to establish the IT headquarters of the Raynor family, aiming to

dominate the Kingdom's market. This move was crucial, as technology was rapidly becoming the backbone of

business, and the Raynor family intended to secure their place at the top.

As the convoy weaved through the bustling city, the urban skyline gradually gave way to the tranquil suburbs.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of an opulent villa... a grand estate gifted to Eleanor by Fiona upon her return.

Nestled within sprawling greenery, the villa was a masterpiece of modern architecture fused with classic

elegance. High walls ensured privacy, while state-of-the-art security measures provided an impenetrable fortress

for its residents.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance. A butler and several house staff were already lined up,

waiting to welcthem.

The driver quickly stepped out and opened the door for Eleanor. As she emerged, she took a deep breath, letting

the familiar scent of hwash over her. Freya, still buckled in her seat, bounced excitedly.

"Mommy! Is this our new home?" she asked eagerly, her bright eyes shining.

Eleanor smiled. "Yes, sweetheart. This is where we'll be living from now on. Do you like it?"

Freya nodded enthusiastically. "It's so big! Can | have a puppy?"

Ethan chuckled, ruffling her hair. "We'll see about that. Let's get you inside first."

As they stepped into the grand hallway, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Despite all the years

spent abroad, Manchester would always be home. And now, with her daughter by her side and new ambitions

ahead, she was ready to reclaim her place in both the business world and the Raynor legacy.

Eleanor glanced at the household staff trailing behind them at a distance. She asked, "Are these all the staff in

the house?"

The butler nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

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