Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 12 - Return

Five years later, a Gulfstream G650 landed smoothly on a specially reserved private airstrip. As the aircraft rolled to a stop, the door opened, and before the crew could properly extend the stairs, a young girl bolted out of the plane. Her small figure darted across the tarmac, heading straight for the tall man standing near the terminal.

"Daddy!" she shouted, her voice full of excitement as she leaped into his waiting arms. "I missed you so much!"

The man caught her effortlessly, pulling her close. A rare, gentle smile softened his otherwise imposing features... a sight that would be unbelievable to anyone from the business world.

The man was none other than Ethan Raynor, the current CEO of Purplebricks Limited, the leading construction company in the region. Known as a ruthless, calculating, and merciless businessman, he ruled the corporate world with an iron fist, crushing competitors without hesitation. His name alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of rivals. Words like "cold-hearted," "arrogant," and "unforgiving" were often whispered behind his back, but none of that mattered now. At this moment, he was simply a father embracing his daughter.

"I missed you too, sweetie," Ethan murmured into her ear before placing a kiss on top of her head.

As this heartwarming reunion unfolded, a stunning young woman descended the aircraft stairs with poise. Clad in a perfectly tailored purple business suit that accentuated her curves with effortless grace, she exuded confidence and elegance. Her long legs, enhanced by sleek high heels, made her presence impossible to ignore.

With flowing silver-white hair cascading past her shoulders, she stood out like a rare gem... striking and unforgettable. Her captivating gaze held a quiet power, drawing people in while keeping them at arm's length.

Ethan's eyes locked onto her as she approached, his usual composure wavering. Every planned word vanished from his mind, leaving him with a simple, "How was your flight?"

Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, the mother of his child and heiress to the Raynor legacy, gave him a small, simple smile. "It was good. And you? How have you been?"

undertone of emotions he chose not to express. "Let's go.

door. Ethan gently placed the girl in her child seat, fastening her seatbelt with practiced ease before stepping aside to help Eleanor into the car. Once

he instructed the driver to start the car. As the engine purred to life, the convoy of five same vehicles, with two SUVs at the front and two at the back, smoothly departed. Each was filled with highly trained bodyguards, ensuring the safety

drive, Ethan engaged in lively conversation with the little girl, his deep voice contrasting with her high-pitched giggles. Eleanor, seated

five years ago after numerous trials and tribulations, she was an exceptional child in every sense. Though she bore a striking resemblance to her mother, her dark hair was a direct inheritance from Ethan. Named after her great-grandmother, the current clan head, Fiona Elizabeth Raynor, Freya possessed remarkable intelligence and abilities far beyond her

control over her human

the ancestral lands until Freya was strong enough to blend into human society without difficulty. Once assured of her stability, Eleanor was sent to San Francisco to take charge of the Raynor family's growing enterprises

Eleanor had returned to Manchester to establish the IT headquarters of the Raynor family, aiming to dominate the Kingdom's market. This move was crucial,

tranquil suburbs. Soon, they arrived at the entrance of an opulent villa... a grand estate gifted to Eleanor by Fiona upon her return. Nestled within sprawling

in front of the grand entrance. A butler and

out and opened the door for Eleanor. As she emerged, she took a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of home wash over her. Freya, still buckled in

new home?" she asked eagerly, her

sweetheart. This is where we'll be living

enthusiastically. "It's so big!

see about that. Let's get

they stepped into the grand hallway, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Despite all the years spent abroad, Manchester would always be home. And now, with her daughter by her side

trailing behind them at a distance. She asked, "Are these