Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 30: Shadow Guards

Eleanor gently closed her eyes, allowing the silence of the study to settle around her like a comforting shroud. Outside, the world continued on, unaware of the storm brewing within her mind. Since her return to the Kingdom, her focus had been singular... building her company. Heimdall Technologies was still in its infancy here, unlike the thriving tech conglomerate she had established in North America. She had envisioned a quiet, low-key launch in the Kingdom, avoiding unnecessary attention. Too much limelight in the beginning was never good for business. These annoying bugs didn’t let her be at peace.

After her bloodline awakening, she had remained in the ancestral land until Freya was born. During that time, she gained access to ancient books and received teachings from elders who had long withdrawn from the mortal world and now resided within the ancestral grounds. There, she immersed herself in business philosophy, strategic thinking, and the subtle intricacies of power. Later, she traveled across the globe and spent over a year learning directly from Fiona, a legend in the business world. Those lessons were etched into her very soul.

Finally, when she felt prepared to challenge the Kingdom’s market, she returned home. She had no intention of engaging with the Whitmore family yet. Her plan was to settle Heimdall Technologies, release their breakthrough product, and establish an unshakable foothold. Then she would move against her enemies... on her terms. But her plans were derailed.

The Whitmores acted first. Their desperation was evident. They knew she had returned, and perhaps they sensed what she had discovered. Their moves forced her hand. She could no longer afford to wait. Especially not when the risk extended beyond her... to Freya.

Eleanor’s jaw tightened. Her daughter’s existence had to remain a secret from the Whitmores. No matter what.

She straightened her back and spoke with resolve, "Shadow Guards, gather here."

Within seconds, six dark figures emerged from the shadows, silent as the night. Their presence was as natural as the air around her. Eleanor had always been aware of their protection, but now, it was time to truly lead them.

"I need to retrieve something... discreetly," she said, scanning their masked faces. "Which one of you is best in stealth?"

One figure stepped forward without hesitation. "That would be me," a female voice said with quiet confidence.

Eleanor nodded. "Before we go further, I owe you something. I’ve never formally introduced myself to you all. You’ve been guarding me since I returned, and I was too immersed in work to do what I should have done long ago."

She paused. "My name is Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor. Future leader of the Raynor Clan. Please show your face and let me know your name."

The guards removed their masks at her command, revealing the faces behind the shadows. One by one, they introduced themselves.

"I’m Sebastian Blanc," said the first, a tall man with a chiseled jaw. "I am the leader of this team. My specialty is hand-to-hand combat."

Her sharp eyes missed nothing. "Specialized in

Raphael Blanc. Small firearms expert," said the next, casually

voice of a lean man.

a calm

said the final member. "Tracking and close

my family safe. Without Clan Blanc, the Raynor legacy would never

payment you receive from the Clan, you will also be paid ten thousand pounds per month directly from me. This is not charity... it’s recognition. If something happens to you, your families will be compensated from

lady," they said in

household staff. I want you to find out the

Sebastian nodded. "Understood."

"You stay. You have a separate

their right hands over their hearts and bowed. With a shift

Only Ophelia remained.

task is personal and confidential. You are not to

Ophelia nodded once.

strands of hair. From William Whitmore, Jeanne Baker, and Jennifer Whitmore. Make sure the

"Yes, my lady."

and their photos. Go tonight.

A few seconds later, her phone buzzed as the message arrived. She bowed slightly and exited the

giggling while Ethan was playing a dragon game on the computer. The

out for a while," she said, standing

smiled. "Alright. Freya and I will

a soft smile and descended to the ground floor. The guard captain

private meeting. No convoy. Send your best driver with a