Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 130: The Naga King

Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi enjoyed spending his quiet moments with his wife, Pallavi. As a Naga, it was in his

nature to dedicate his life to one woman. Unlike many supernatural species, Nagas believed deeply in love... true

love, the kind that lasted lifetimes. SNagas spent their entire lives searching for their destined partners,

only to pass on alone, never having found them. Polygamy was not just frowned upon in Naga society... it was

strictly forbidden.

Their commitment to monogamy wasn’t born of law but of tradition and nature. Nagas couldn't have offspring

with humans or other species. While they could engage in sexual relationships outside their race, no child could

ever cfrom it. That was why there were no known Naga hybrids in the world.

To ensure that every Naga had a chance to find a soulmate, their clans held numerous social gatherings and

festivals throughout the year. One of the most significant was the Cupid Ceremony, where only single male and

female Nagas participated. It was both a celebration and a sacred ritual... a chance for hearts to recognize one

another.

Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi was a man admired not just as a leader but as a lover. As the King of the Nagas, he

had the means, power, and permission to indulge in many relationships, especially with humans from the secular

world. Naga customs only forbade him from marrying more than one woman... they did not restrict him from

seeking pleasure. And yet, like his father before him, Prabhas had never strayed. He gave his heart wholly to

Pallavi and had never looked elsewhere.

At that moment, he lay resting with his head in Pallavi’s lap. They were in their private chamber, watching a

historical on TV. Pallavi’s fingers moved in slow circles across his scalp, her touch calming and warm. The

quiet hum of the screen filled the air, a rare moment of peace in the life of a king.

That peace didn’t last long.

Their daughter, Samantha, burst into the room without knocking... again. She had never truly outgrown her habit

of barging in, even as a grown woman. To her, this was still home, and they were still her parents.

Prabhas opened one eye and smiled softly at her, amused by her familiar lack of boundaries. "What is it, baby

girl?"

"Dad," Samantha said, catching her breath. "Rashmika just called. She wants to meet with you as soon as

possible."

Prabhas raised a brow. "Which Rashmika? Rashmika Harivamsa?"

"Yes," Samantha nodded.

His smile faded slightly. "What does she want to meet about?"

"She mentioned someone named Eleanor. From the United Kingdom. Apparently, her grandmother endorsed

her."

At that, Prabhas jolted upright, pulling his head off Pallavi’s lap so suddenly that she blinked in surprise.

"Did she mention her full name?" he asked sharply. "Is it Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor?"

Samantha frowned. "Yes... that’s the name."

"Fuck!" Prabhas exploded, eyes widening. "Why did that murderess bitch chere? What business does she

have with me?"

Pallavi narrowed her eyes. "Prabhas... language."

"Sorry," he muttered. "I just couldn't control myself."

Samantha crossed her arms. "Dad, why are you behaving like this? You've never reacted to someone like that

before."

Prabhas took a deep breath and turned to his daughter. "Letask you something. Suppose you wanted to buy

a company you really liked, but the owner refused to sell. What would you do?"

"I'd raise my offer," Samantha replied instantly.

"Exactly. That's what any normal businessperson would do. But not Eleanor." His voice turned cold. "She'll

destroy the company."

Samantha blinked. "What?"

"If that company belongs to a larger business group," he continued grimly, "she’ll make the entire group go

bankrupt. Then she’ll swoop in and buy them for a fraction of their original value. That's Eleanor Raynor's style."

Pallavi and Samantha were silent.

"And that’s not all," Prabhas said darkly. "Suppose a business rival starts spreading rumors about your company.

What would you do?"

Samantha hesitated. "I'd try to resolve the issue diplomatically... maybe address the rumors publicly, fix the

damage."

He scoffed. "Eleanor doesn’t waste twith PR. She kills them. The rival, their staff, their PR team... anyone

involved."

"Dad..." Samantha's voice faltered. "How does she get away with it?"

"Because she’s not just anyone," Prabhas said. "She's the Young Miss of the Raynor Clan... the werewolf

ambassador clan. The richest clan in the supernatural world."

"She uses her clan’s power?" Pallavi asked, frowning.

"No," he said bitterly. "She doesn’t need to. Eleanor has over two hundred billion dollars under her name.

Personally. She can destroy countries if she feels like it."

Pallavi sighed. "Alright. That's troubling. But why does it concern us directly?"

"Because when she arrives, disaster follows," Prabhas replied. "If she’s cto India, the Indian business world

is in danger. | just hope she hasn't set her eyes on any of our companies."

Pallavi leaned forward and placed a hand on his. "Calm down. She cto meet you. Then meet her. Maybe

things won't go badly. What she’s done to others has nothing to do with us... unless we give her a reason."

Prabhas exhaled. "You're right."

He turned to Samantha. "Call Rashmika. Tell her to chere. I'll be in Delhi until tomorrow morning."

Samantha nodded and stepped out to make the call. Rashmika, upon hearing Prabhas’s decision, agreed to

cat once and end the matter quickly.

Eleanor and Rashmika stepped out of their room and boarded the shelicopter that had brought Eleanor.

Tara, Sebastian, and Isadora were already waiting outside and followed closely behind.

Nearly an hour later, the helicopter descended into a courtyard blanketed in green, landing gently on a stone

helipad surrounded by manicured grass and flowering vines.

Eleanor stepped out first, her boots clicking against the sandstone tiles. The sun-drenched villa before her rose

like a monument of elegance and quiet power.

The estate was an architectural marvel, built from creamy sandstone and veined white marble. It shimmered

under the afternoon sun. Ornate jharokha-style balconies protruded from the upper floors, each intricately

carved with floral and serpentine motifs. The grand windows were shielded by jaali screens... delicate lattices

that filtered sunlight into patterns of light and shadow dancing across the walls.

The air smelled of damp earth, sandalwood incense, and mogra blossoms... sweet, heady, unmistakably Indian.

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champa trees whispered in the

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beydhd'the garden. A stone pathway

curved through rows of blooming

flowers... hibiscus, marigolds,

jasmine, wild roses... while lotus

ponds gleamed under the banyan

trees. Brass statues of Nagas and

deities watched silently from beneath

the canopies, their eyes catching the

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A figure rushed toward them and wrapped Rashmika in a warm embrace.

"Rashmika, you've beceven more beautiful," Samantha exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with joy.

Rashmika returned the hug with equal warmth. "You've turned into a proper lady now. It's really good to see you

again."

Samantha nodded eagerly. "It's so good to see you too. Con, Mom and Dad are waiting. They'll be happy

you're here."

Before they could move, Rashmika turned slightly and gestured to the elegant woman standing beside her. "Let