Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 141: She is your Daughter

Chapter 141: She is your Daughter

Sarika Somavati Harivamsa, the Priest of Werewolves, was led by the butler to a private courtyard belonging to Erevan Brontes Lychos, the King of Werewolves. Upon entering, Sarika found Erevan seated on a garden chair, surrounded by a vast array of blooming flowers. He was sipping tea and reading some documents.

Seeing Sarika, he set down the papers and said, "Come, sit here. When I heard it was just you who wanted to meet me, I thought of bringing you here. There’s no need for formality between us."

Sarika took a seat opposite Erevan. Her action was calm and composed. Nobody will believe that she had diligently prepared all the speeches she would make in this meeting while coming here.

As he poured her a cup of tea, Erevan said, "Have some tea."

Sarika took a sip and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this Da Hong Pao?"

Erevan nodded. "Yes. I bought it directly from the Wuyi Mountains in Fujian Province, China."

"I didn’t get the chance to buy any this year," Sarika replied. "Wuyi rock tea is insanely expensive. But I love its unique orchid fragrance and long-lasting sweet aftertaste."

Erevan set the teapot down. "Why did you want to meet me? You just left Brontes Island a few days ago. I assume you have something urgent to discuss."

"Yes," Sarika said. "I came back to show you something. But I wanted to show you in person."

Erevan understood immediately and signalled for his butler and the guards to leave. Once they were alone, he said, "Now it’s just you and me. You can tell me."

Sarika reached into her handbag, pulled out an envelope, and removed a photograph. She held it up so Erevan could see it clearly.

Erevan was calmly sipping tea, but the moment his eyes landed on the photo, the cup slipped from his hand and dropped on the table. Tea splashed everywhere. He was utterly shocked.

"You... you... how... where did you get this photo?" he stammered.

Sarika asked, "Who is she? Do you know her?"

"Yes," Erevan replied urgently. "She’s the girl I’ve been searching for all these years. Where is she?"

"I can tell you everything," Sarika said. "But first, you must promise me that you’ll follow my instructions. No matter what happens, you must not act rashly."

"Okay, I promise," Erevan agreed without hesitation.

He was desperate to meet the girl he had been searching for. His heart couldn’t bear the suspense any longer. At this point, he would agree to anything.

Sarika said gently, "My Lord, firstly, you’re mistaken. This is not the girl you’ve been searching for. Her name is Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, the Young Miss of the Raynor Clan."

Erevan listened intently with a thousand questions in his mind.

Sarika continued, "Eleanor was born human. During an accident, she was turned into a werewolf by the Raynor Clan. That’s when she awakened the Elizabeth bloodline. The girl you’ve been searching for is her mother."

"Where is she?" Erevan asked hurriedly.

"My lord, you must steady yourself. I’ll tell you the whole story," Sarika said. She paused before continuing.

"Nearly thirty years ago, Eleanor’s mother returned pregnant from a trip to the Scandinavian countries. She had no boyfriend or husband. Still, she was determined to keep the baby. But after a few months, doctors warned her that her pregnancy was highly unusual. They advised her to terminate it or she would die during childbirth. She chose to go through with it... and she died soon after childbirth, as expected."

She paused again before adding, "Eleanor is your daughter. You know how dangerous it is when a human gives birth to a werewolf’s child... especially a child carrying such a strong bloodline. Her mother kept her pregnancy hidden and stayed most of the pregnancy time at hospital. And she died soon after giving birth. That’s why our people couldn’t find her mother all these years."

Sarika then took out a sealed envelope and handed Erevan a document. "This is a paternity test I conducted between you and Eleanor. It was done in secret... no one knows. Do you remember a few days ago when I asked for your hair for a ritual? It was actually for this test."

Erevan unfolded the paper and read the results. His heart leapt to his throat, and tears began to fall from his eyes.

"Eleanor doesn’t know either," Sarika said softly. "She came to India a few days ago to meet me for business purposes. I took her to the ancient temple of the werewolves. Both the Raynor and Lychos Clan ancestors blessed her. That’s when I realized her connection to your clan. Later, I suspected she might be your daughter with that mysterious woman... and this test confirmed it."

"How did she awaken the Elizabeth bloodline if she has Lychos bloodline?" Erevan asked.

Sarika explained, "Even though she’s your daughter, she was born human... neither a werewolf nor a hybrid. Her unusual condition likely caused her mother’s death. But she had a werewolf’s physique, so she was easily turned. I believe her human birth allowed the Elizabeth bloodline to dominate initially. Still, I sensed that she would eventually awaken the Lychos bloodline as well. I’ve examined her... her physique is highly unusual. I believe she will become a major powerhouse among werewolves."

She took a sip of tea and added, "I told you not to act rashly because of your position. Many in the Lychos Clan believe you have no heir. They see your death as their opportunity to claim the throne. If news of Eleanor spreads, they might target her in secret. For her safety, we must keep this information hidden."

Then she said, more firmly, "Only you and I know the truth. You saw her mother’s photo. I learned the truth from the ancestors and did the paternity test. Until Eleanor is powerful enough to defend herself, we must not reveal her identity. I believe we should prepare her, at least train her to rise as an Ascendant. When the time comes, we can introduce her during the coronation ceremony as your daughter. Until then, you must keep your distance, My Lord. Any misstep could endanger her."

Erevan frowned, concern etched deep into his face. "But... how powerful can she really become in just one year?"

Sarika’s gaze held steady. "You’d be surprised. I already told you that her physique is extraordinary... even among our kind. I’ll create a story that motivates her to grow stronger. Leave that to me. And when she’s ready, I’ll arrange a meeting between you two... without raising suspicion."

After a pause, Erevan asked, "Okay... but can I meet her this week? Just once?"

Sarika sighed. Her voice softened. "I know you’re eager. I know you feel guilty about what happened to her mother. Honestly, I struggled with how to even break this news to you. But please... think about Eleanor’s future. If she’s not ready, it’s better she doesn’t know the truth. You already lost her mother because of your carelessness. Don’t risk losing her too, just to soothe your own guilt."

Her words landed like a blow. She had prepared all the speech to deliver, knowing the king might be overwhelmed with emotion. As the Priest, she had to be his anchor... the voice of reason.

After a long silence, Erevan finally nodded. "Okay. I’ll follow your instructions. But... please, just give me a chance to meet my daughter soon. I won’t do anything reckless. I promise."

Sarika gave a small, reassuring nod. "Alright. Leave it to me."

As his gaze lingered on the photo, Erevan asked, his voice quieter, "Can I... have this photo?"

Sarika’s stern expression softened. She smiled faintly. "Yes. You may take it. But keep it hidden. Hide it well... until the day comes when we reveal her identity to the world."

Without another word, Erevan picked up the photo and carefully placed it into his storage ring, as though locking away a treasure he had finally found.

"Okay," he whispered. "I will."

***

In the kingdom, news of the Stockport Scandal dominated the day. While the opposition party suffered losses due to the number of its MPs implicated, it was the ruling cabinet that bore the brunt of the fallout. The public accepted the opposition’s role as whistleblowers, while the involvement of several sitting ministers left the ruling party on the defensive.

The opposition’s handling of the situation, particularly their swift declaration of a Prime Ministerial candidate was widely applauded and quickly reshaped the political landscape. On social media, Baron Anthony Hayward Chapman began trending for his remarkable life achievements and noble family lineage.

Party leaders and political commentators painted him as a man wholly devoted to the kingdom... someone who had never sought personal gain from his years of tireless social work. He was widely praised for previously declining numerous ministerial and government roles, with many highlighting how he had only agreed to run for Prime Minister under immense pressure from within his party.

Though Anthony himself made no public statements, his image appeared across all major media outlets and news channels.

In several cities, citizens took to the streets... rallying both for the immediate arrest of those involved in the scandal and in support of the opposition’s call for early elections.

By evening, following a meeting with the King, the Prime Minister officially announced a national election to be held in three months’ time.