Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 203: Clans from the Kingdom

All the guests attending tonight's celebration were werewolves or other supernatural beings. Not a single mortal

soul had been invited. A few respected clan heads had already confirmed their attendance, so Clan Blanc had

prepared well in advance. Juliette waited attentively at the gate to receive them.

A few minutes later, the convoy of the Neville Clan of Durham stopped in front of the hotel. Their clan head,

Edith Neville, stood beneath the archway, her slim figure wrapped in a plain grey cloak devoid of any

unnecessary ornament... save for the pair of generously proportioned breasts pressing against the fabric. Her

pale eyes swept the surroundings with a measured, calculating glance.

Juliette, Raphael, and Laila stepped forward to greet her. After a polite exchange, and once all members of the

Neville Clan had gathered behind Edith, Juliette guided them inside the banquet hall.

Upon reaching the centre table, Edith inclined her head slightly and said, "Lady Raynor, it is an honour to meet

you. | had intended to arrive before you, but it seems | am still late." Her voice was soft but edged with precision.

Fiona said nothing, only acknowledging her with a faint smile and a slight nod.

Edith then turned to Eleanor. "Greetings, Young Miss Raynor. This is our first meeting. You are even more

beautiful than people say. As a fellow wolf of the sland, we expect great things from you."

"Thank you," Eleanor replied politely, her expression unchanging.

Dominic had already risen from his seat to greet Edith. Both were alphas of lesser clans, their standings equal.

He extended his hand. "Welcome, Clan Head Neville. Thank you for coming. Please, sit here."

Edith clasped his hand firmly. "No need for courtesy between us. How could | not cwhen you invited me

personally?"

Dominic indicated the chair beside him, but Edith ignored the gesture and instead seated herself next to Eleanor.

"Young Miss Raynor," she began, "I was hoping to meet you here. In fact, | have been waiting for this opportunity.

My clan requires assistance, and | was hoping you could extend your hand to our turf."

Eleanor understood immediately that she was being cornered into a meeting she had avoided. The Neville Clan

had already sent representatives to Heimdall to contact her, but she had been too busy and unwilling to be

distracted by other matters. Without meeting them, she had redirected them to her clan. She had no idea what

had transpired since.

"Sorry, Clan Head," Eleanor said evenly. "I have been busy with my work. You know | have limited tbefore the

trial, and | need to settle many matters in the company. | asked your people to contact my clan. Didn't they?"

Edith sighed and adopted a regretful tone. "I know. But what | need, only you can provide. | have already

contacted Xavier Raynor, but he too toldhe could not help in this matter."

While they spoke, Juliette escorted the other members of the Neville Clan to another table before returning to

her post at the entrance.

Eleanor asked, "So, what is this matter that Uncle Xavier cannot handle?"

Edith leaned forward slightly. "I will be direct. We have been settled in Durham for thousands of years. The city

was built by us to protect humans from Viking invasion. Since then, we have always guarded it. Though we lived

in the woods, the humans there have always served us. Later, during the kingdom era, we retained control by

selecting human leaders from among our followers. They beclocal nobles and kept our secret from

outsiders. The current MP for the City of Durham constituency is a descendant of one such family."

"In the recent political turmoil, he has struggled to secure a party nomination. He was loyal to the former

opposition leader for many years, but without the party's backing, even if he switches allegiance or stands as an

independent, his chances of election are slim. | want your help to secure his nomination."

Eleanor looked directly at Edith. "I am a businesswoman, not a politician. How the parties choose their

candidates is beyond my control. If the party refuses to nominate him, replace him with someone else."

Edith smiled faintly. "Young Miss Raynor, | truly have no alternative. The power of the region is divided among

the ancient families. Changing a candidate now, with elections only months away, would disrupt the local power

balance. To live peacefully in Durham, we must keep local influence under our control. We are a small clan... we

lack the resources to restructure the region overnight. Please help us. My clan will be forever in your debt."

Fiona, who had been silently listening while sipping her drink, suddenly spoke. "Eleanor, | do not usually involve

myself in your affairs, but the Neville Clan has never stood against us. If they pledge loyalty to you, help them

grow. They have been stagnant for too long. Under your guidance, | believe they will prosper."

Edith immediately understood the implication and turned to Eleanor. "Young Miss, if you help us, we are ready to

follow your lead. My clan will pledge loyalty to you."

Eleanor’s expression remained unchanged as she met Edith’s gaze. "Fine. | accept. Send your candidate to

Birmingham to pledge loyalty to the Langford family. If he ever breaks his promise, every member of his family

will be hunted down... newborns included... until the last of his bloodline is gone."

Edith felt as though the abyss itself was staring back at her. The intimidation was so overwhelming that she

forgot how to speak. Her mouth opened, but no words came.

After a moment, she regained her composure and hurriedly said, "I... | will remember. Thank you. Thank you."

Before she could say more, the next clan arrived, forcing her to fall silent.

At this time, Juliette guided the Ashdown Clan of Sussex to their table. Their head, Marcus Ashdown... who

appeared as a youthful old man... bowed respectfully to Fiona before enveloping Dominic Blanc in a firm

embrace.

"Congratulations, friend. Your clan has finally shown its might to the others. Two among ten from the whole

world... I'm a little envious." Marcus grinned.

"Thank you. The youngsters have truly surpassed our time," Dominic replied.

Marcus then took the seat beside Dominic, while Juliette led his clan members to a separate table.

The Barghest Clan of Yorkshire arrived next, led by Aldric Barghest. He bowed respectfully to Fiona, greeted

Dominic, and then sat beside Marcus, where the two quickly began chatting.

The Courtenay Clan of Devon made

the grandest entrance of all. They

brought dozens of barrels of wine,

from their own praweryJalghing and

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carried the barrels themselves. Their

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The once-silent banquet hall suddenly beclively with their arrival. This clan threw etiquette to the wind,

chatting and laughing boisterously.

Lionel strode directly to Fiona, bowed respectfully, then greeted Eleanor and the other clan heads seated at the

centre table beside Edith. All his behaviour was deliberately exaggerated. He even began conversing with other

clan heads across the table.

At their own table, Courtenay Clan members drank heartily and chatted cheerfully. Swandered off to other

tables to meet acquaintances. Influenced by them, other clans also began to relax and grow more animated.

Clan Blanc members, who had been making last-minute preparations, entered the hall to distribute room keys to

guests who wished to rest for the night. Several others brought appetisers and refreshments to the tables before

joining whichever group they preferred.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the hall as

the Helvellyn Clan of Werecats

entered. Their leader, Winifred, tall

and elegantly dressed in a m

midnight blue sik gun) a tiara made

OF dRmOh adorned over her head,

and she looked like a woman in her

middle years. Her presence exuding a

mature, captivating charm. Her steps

were soundless, her smile faint and

unreadable. She surveyed the

gathered werewolves before walking

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Before the Supernatural Act had been imposed upon the races, werewolves and werecats had never seen eye to

eye. They were locked in constant conflict. Though such hostilities had ceased long ago, the two races still lived

apart, meeting only rarely.

The Helvellyn Clan also possessed

shadow abilities, making them

perfect assassins since ancient,

times. After the Supérkatufal Act

Ne allies of Clan Blanc, as

both clans shared similar powers.

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"Old friend," Dominic said, rising to his feet and extending his hand towards Winifred. "You've cas

promised."

"How could | miss your clan’s grand celebration? After all these years, your clan is finally set to produce two

ascendants at once. Congratulations." She clasped Dominic's hands warmly.

Dominic smiled. "Allowto introduce you... this is Fiona Elizabeth Raynor, clan head of the Raynor Clan."

Winifred offered Fiona a graceful curtsy, the gesture refined and precise, like that of a noblewoman. "It's a

pleasure to finally meet you, Lady Raynor. I've heard much about you over the years."