Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby-Chapter 160: A Decision Must Be Made

It was a peaceful evening. Eleanor sat in her study, reviewing documents on her laptop. The files were from her Indian companies, awaiting her approval. Their progress had been surprisingly rapid, far exceeding her expectations. She had high hopes for them.

Ever since she involved the Naga Clan, development in the region had accelerated exponentially. The Nagas were not only well-respected but also deeply influential in southern India. Eleanor was quietly grateful to Rashmika Harivamsa for suggesting that partnership.

Although Samantha Nagavanshi didn’t appear serious at first glance, she had proven to be highly effective in decision-making and navigating local authorities.

Ethan was upstairs, playing with Freya in her room, leaving Eleanor completely immersed in her business. The only sound in the study was the soft rhythm of her fingers tapping across the keyboard.

A knock interrupted her focus.

Without looking up, she called out, "Come in."

The door opened, and the butler entered with a slight bow.

"Ma’am, Raphael and Miss Laila are here to see you. They said they had an appointment."

Eleanor glanced at the clock, then nodded. "Where are they now?"

"They’re waiting downstairs."

"Good. Send them up."

The butler bowed again and exited the room. A few moments later, there was another knock.

"Come in," she said again, this time continuing to type without looking away from her screen.

Raphael and Laila entered the room. Raphael gave a respectful bow while Laila stood silently, her posture polite.

"Good evening, ma’am," they greeted in near unison.

Eleanor didn’t lift her eyes from the screen. "Have a seat. I need to check these files first. Make yourselves comfortable."

There was only one chair in front of her desk. Raphael gestured for Laila to sit and fetched another chair for himself from the corner of the room. The two sat quietly, waiting as Eleanor finished her work.

After a few minutes, Eleanor finally closed the laptop and looked up. She studied them carefully... Raphael looked tense, while Laila wore an expression of curiosity mixed with mild boredom.

"How can I help you?" Eleanor asked.

Raphael spoke quickly, "I proposed to her. We’ve decided to get married. I tried explaining my situation, but... I don’t know how to tell her about my race."

Eleanor nodded, as if she’d been expecting this. She turned to Laila.

"Laila, are you certain you want to spend the rest of your life with Raphael?"

Laila didn’t hesitate. "I think so."

"I want you to be absolutely sure," Eleanor said firmly. "Once you make this choice, there’s no going back."

"Raphael told me the same thing," Laila replied. "But I don’t have anywhere else to go. As long as he stays with me, I have no problem."

Eleanor leaned forward slightly. "Let me ask you a hypothetical question. Suppose you and Raphael lived together for five hundred years... would you still want that kind of life with him?"

Laila blinked. That question caught her off guard. "Five hundred years? That was impossible... wasn’t it?" she thought.

But this wasn’t the first time someone had said something strange. First Raphael, now hr boss. Her intuition told her this wasn’t just a weird test. Something was off... seriously off.

After a moment’s thought, she said quietly, "If that’s the case... I wouldn’t mind. I have no problem spending my life with him... no matter how long it is."

Eleanor nodded, satisfied. "Good. What I’m about to tell you... or show you... must remain within this room. I need your consent to accept everything with an open mind. Do you agree?"

Laila hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. I agree."

Eleanor leaned back in her chair. "Very well. What I’m about to reveal is something we do not share with ordinary humans. We live among you, but we are not entirely the same. We belong to a world hidden from humans... the supernatural world. In that world, werewolves, vampires, dragons, fairies and other races coexist."

Laila chuckled. "I’ve read about them. Sounds like something from a fantasy novel."

Eleanor’s gaze grew colder. "What if I told you it’s all real? And that your beloved Raphael... is a werewolf."

Laila turned to Raphael, her expression frozen. She looked back at Eleanor, trying to find a hint of a joke in her face.

"You’re joking... aren’t you, ma’am?"

But Eleanor’s expression was unreadable. Her silence said more than words.

Then, she gave a command. "Raphael. Transform to your true form."

Raphael hesitated for a second but trusted Eleanor completely. He stood up and shifted.

Before Laila’s eyes, Raphael transformed into a majestic black wolf.

Laila’s breath caught in her throat.

What stood in front of her was no ordinary animal... it was a massive, elegant creature, over ten feet long, with sleek black fur that shimmered faintly under the lights. His glowing yellow eyes met hers, not with ferocity... but with a kind of surprising sorrow, almost... pleading.

Laila was frozen in shock.

"This," Eleanor said calmly, "is his true form. He is a werewolf. In fact, we all are. We hide our identities from the human world and live peacefully among you. Raphael couldn’t tell you himself because of our laws. Once a human discovers our identity, there are only two options: either we erase their memories, or we... eliminate them."

She let that sink in.

"But Raphael brought you to me," she continued. "Because I have the authority and the ability to wipe memories without harm. Which he hadn’t. You’re safe for now."

Laila opened her mouth to speak... then closed it. She did that a few more times, trying to find the right words. Nothing came.

Eleanor continued, her voice patient but firm.

"There’s another rule. Raphael cannot marry you unless you become one of us. If you try to marry him in secret and it’s discovered, you will be killed. Worse... if you conceive a child with him while still human, the child will die in the womb, and you might not survive either. That is our biology. That restricts us from having intercourse with humans."

She let the gravity of her words settle in the room.

"There are many laws in our society, but one you must understand now: Werewolves marry only once in their lifetime. If a partner dies, the other remains alone. There is no divorce, no second marriage. So, before you commit, you must choose... to become one of us. And there will be no turning back."

She looked at them both.

"But decide quickly. If you choose to walk away, I’ll need to erase the past hours from your memory before you leave this room."

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