Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 3 - Fate

Stepping off the bus, Eleanor surveyed her surroundings. The highway stretched ahead; she looked at the security cameras positioned near the zebra crossings. If she followed the designated path, there was a risk her image would be captured. Something she couldn't afford now.

Instead, she deviated further down the road, away from the crossing, her footsteps quick but careful. She glanced left, then right. The road was empty.

She stepped onto the asphalt, her heartbeat accelerating with every step. The cold wind nipped at her exposed skin, but she barely noticed. She was so close, just a few more feet, and she'd hurried to cross the road.

Then she heard it. A deafening roar. The aggressive growl of a high-performance engine shattered the silence, reverberating in her ears.

Her head snapped toward the sound just as the shiny frame of a sports car came dashing toward her, headlights glaring like twin suns in the dim light.

Panic surged through her veins, and she bolted. But her body, weakened from exhaustion and hunger, failed her. Her foot caught on a loose stone, and before she could recover, she stumbled forward.

Brakes screeched... metal against rubber, the scent of burning tires filling the air. The blinding glare of headlights came in front of her.

Then pain exploded through her body. The world spun in a dizzying blur. Darkness swallowed her whole world.

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A low, rhythmic beeping pulled Eleanor from the void of unconsciousness. Her eyelids fluttered, the dim glow of fluorescent light stabbing through the haze. A dull throbbing coursed through her body; her limbs heavy as stone.

As her vision slightly adjusted, her gaze landed on a bizarre sight... a woman seated nearby, scrolling through a phone. But it wasn't the woman's presence that made Eleanor's breath hitch.

It was her face.

Or rather, the animalistic muzzle covered in short, russet fur. Large, pointed ears twitched above her head, glasses perched neatly on her narrow snout. A fox's head on a human body.

Panic flared in Eleanor's chest. Her sluggish mind barely managed to string together a thought. "Am I in hell? Is this some kind of nightmare?" she thought.

she muttered weakly; her voice hoarse.

Selene Raynor, the woman with the foxlike features, turned her head as Eleanor's faint words reached her sensitive ears.

to herself, setting her phone aside. Rising from her chair, she moved to the bedside, checking the young woman's vitals with practiced efficiency. Satisfied, she pulled out her phone and dialed

the infirmary,"

voice responded immediately, "I'll

swiftly, his gaze landing on the unconscious form of Eleanor Whitmore. His brow

passed out again?" he

nodded. "Yes, but not from her injuries. I believe she

let out a low sigh. "That... makes

does, you'll need to explain everything to her. She has a choice to make, and I

"Did you erase all security

the park to here, there's no trace of her escape. If I hadn't recognized her clothes, tracking

"It seems she was running away from something. She hasn't eaten properly in at least two or three days. She had cash and jewelry on her, but no phone or personal device. That tells

wouldn't be able to trace her. I also asked Uncle Xavier to remove her scent

it's your time to shine. Help her through

bright red. "Mom! Seriously, just go. I'll

room, leaving

looked at her pale face. His mind drifted back to

had fallen for her at first

that she already had

never dared to interfere... until now. Fate had thrown her into his path, quite literally. And he wasn't going to walk away this

groan broke the silence. Eleanor's eyelids fluttered before slowly opening, her gaze unfocused at first. Then she saw him—the same black suit he had worn

down, always saying he believed in traditional marriage and

Why would you be here?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"No, you're awake. You're

in her mind, and she stiffened. "Wait. How long was I unconscious? Why are you at the hospital?" She tried to sit up, but her