Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 186: The Shape of What Was

Laila’s turning ritual was successful without any problems. Although there was always a chance of failure... of

never coming out alive from such a ritual. But physical condition, personal beliefs, and mental fortitude gave a

greater chance of survival. Eleanor had been confident about Laila’s success, but she becslightly worried

when the white light descended and Laila let out an ear-piercing cry.

This was the first tEleanor had observed a turning ritual. Although she herself had been turned, it had

happened under very different circumstances. At that time, she hadn't been thinking clearly. Whatever life

presented in front of her, she simply accepted it... without questions, without resistance.

She had been kidnapped and brutally raped. Then cthe pregnancy, clearly from one of the kidnappers. Her

boyfriend had broken up with her. She was devastated, utterly shattered, teetering on the edge of ending her

life.

And when she learned that all her misfortunes were orchestrated by her family and boyfriend... and that they

were planning to kill her, it was all over. Her entire world collapsed in that single moment.

She didn’t even know why she fled from hthat day. Maybe she wanted to live. Maybe something else had

stirred inside her. Even now, with her evolved memories when she was able to recall her childhood with painful

clarity... she still couldn't say for sure what had pushed her to run.

When the accident happened on the road, she'd felt... relieved. She had thought her suffering would finally end.

She had accepted death as her escape.

Then she woke up. Ethan had brought her to his home. She was still alive... but inside, she had already died. So,

when Selene told her she would not survive without being turned, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to live. She

didn’t even react when Ethan revealed he was a werewolf.

She still remembered that dream of the unborn baby, of its pitiful cry. That vision changed everything. That

child’s imagined voice gave her the courage to live. She reminded herself constantly: she wasn’t living for herself

anymore. She was living for the baby.

She went through the turning with that sole purpose. Whatever Ethan, Selene, or Fiona asked, she followed.

Many things were left unexplained. Sinstructions contradicted each other. But she didn’t care. She endured

all of it... for the baby.

By the tshe was fully turned and began thinking clearly, days had passed. Her bloodline had already

awakened. She had stepped onto a path she never chose... but one she walked nonetheless.

Now, thinking back, she wondered: if she had been in her right mind, would she have chosen to be turned?

Maybe she would have. Maybe not. But she would have asked questions first.

Turning by an Alpha’s bite was considered extremely dangerous. The chances of survival were so low that unless

it was absolutely necessary, no one attempted it. Her condition had been so dire that Ethan believed the risk of

turning was less than the certainty of death.

But, somehow, what had happened turned out for the best. Her life now was good. The Raynors were good to

her. She had Freya... And Ethan.

A rare smile crept across Eleanor’s lips as she leaned against the seat. Under the fleeting streetlight, no one saw

it. Her convoy sped through the quiet midnight road toward her villa.

"Freya might already be asleep," she thought, and opened her eyes to see how long it would take to reach home.

She looked outside the window.

Outside her window, the world whispered in silver and shadow. Pools of streetlamp glow formed golden halos

along the roadside, casting a surreal shimmer over the foliage. Trees stood like silent sentinels, their limbs half-

draped in darkness, half-kissed by light, as though the night itself couldn't decide whether to conceal or reveal.

A fine mist clung to the ground, thin as silk, rising off the heath that bordered the walkway. It drifted in slow,

sleepy waves, catching the light like breath in winter. The sky hung vast and ancient above her... dotted with

scattered stars that blinked like distant thoughts... eternal, and indifferent.

She pressed her fingers lightly against the cool glass. The world beyond was still and open, yet it pulsed with a

hidden life, a secret rhythm that only those who truly watched could sense.

She imagined the lives flickering in silence... strangers asleep behind quiet windows, foxes darting between

hedges, wind carrying forgotten words over the fields. And above all that, the night wore its silence like a crown.

Eleanor breathed in slowly. A thin smile traced her lips... not one of joy, but of recognition. Of understanding. The

road didn’t ask who she was. It didn’t care where she had been. It simply stretched forward, offering space. And

in that space... there was freedom. A calm, almost sacred detachment.

"Perhaps everything is like this," she thought. "We think we're moving toward something... home, meaning,

closure... but maybe we are simply meant to witness the passing scenes. Like actors who realise too late that the

play was never about them."

A lone car passed in the opposite lane, its lights carving a brief, blinding arc through her reality before vanishing

into the night.

"A few minutes more..." she thought, and closed her eyes again.

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Times had becextremely difficult for the Whitmore family. When William Whitmore returned hfrom the

hospital, he found the Whitmore Estate surrounded by a team of security guards. A few uniformed police officers

stood at the gate, supervising the situation.

After identifying himself, William was informed that the estate was legally owned by Esmeralda Langford, and

had officially reverted to the Langford family. As the former Chairman of EverBuild Solutions Limited, William had

been residing there, but the family had now transferred residence rights to the company’s new CEO. The guards

had been dispatched by the company to secure the premises.

The Langfords had filed a court application requesting possession of the estate. The court had granted their

request, ordering William and his family to vacate the property within seven days. They were permitted to take

personal belongings... but only in the presence of police, who would verify ownership of all items being removed.

William had anticipated this eventuality once he lost control of EverBuild. He was still in his senses enough not to

challenge an Earl's claim on kingdom soil with forged documents.

Once the police granted him access, he found the estate staff cowering in fear. Learning that no one had actually

entered the premises but only stood guard, gave him srelief.

Already resolved to leave the country and having suffered far greater losses, William felt no grief over losing the

estate. He went to his bedroom and contacted a solicitor friend, explaining the situation and requesting an

urgent visit.

Then, moving to his study, he destroyed all sensitive documents, gathered the paperwork related to his

properties into a single folder, and drafted a list of assets he could sell. He immediately called Mr Sanders.

Fortunately, Sanders agreed to act as the mediator in selling the remaining properties. He asked no questions

about the estate and confirmed that he would bring a prospective buyer the following day. The conversation

lifted William’s mood slightly.

Next, he packed all bank records, gold, diamond jewellery, and other valuables into his personal vault.

Later, he gathered the estate staff in the drawing room, paid their outstanding wages in cash, and asked them to

stay away for a few days. He told them there was an ownership dispute regarding the house and that he would

call them once it was resolved.

The staff departed quietly with their belongings. None of them wished to be caught in a power struggle between

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The solicitor advised him to rent a temporary residence and move out as soon as possible. But William informed

him he had another furnished villa in his hands, that he would move there. He didn’t want the news of his

departure to spread just yet.

Thanking his friend, he headed straight to the hospital with the documents related to his sellable assets.

Upon learning what had happened, Jeanne was livid. She cursed the ancestors of the Langford family with

venom.

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William added, "Mr Sanders said he'll bring a buyer tomorrow. He also agreed to purchase your shares at the

spremium he gave me. If everything goes well, by tomorrow evening we'll have converted all our properties

into cash."

Jennifer nodded. "Dad, we own three cars. Add them to the list."

"I've already contacted the dealership," William replied. "They'll take them back tomorrow."

Jeanne frowned. "If we sell all the cars, how will we move?"

"Mum, you're just too used to a certain lifestyle," Jennifer said. "We can use Uber if needed. Besides, if

everything goes smoothly tomorrow, we'll leave the kingdom the day after. Once we're in the US, you can buy

the smodel of car again."

Jeanne turned to William. "What about my jewellery?"

"I plan to sell it and take the cash to the US," William replied. "If we travel with it, we might run into tax issues."

"He's right," said Jennifer. "Other than our clothes and whatever we can easily carry, everything else should be

liquidated. We can access our bank accounts abroad easily. A full transfer will be smoother."

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