Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 33: Ethan’s Sleepover

Eleanor returned to her villa around midnight, her heart weighed down by guilt and sorrow. The Grants had revealed so much about her mother that she felt utterly shattered. Her guilt for not respecting or loving her mother had grown exponentially, and she couldn’t even bring herself to hate the Whitmore family anymore. She was mostly angry at herself—for being so naïve, so blind. It was now clear how they had slowly fed her false information, brainwashing her into their puppet. The signs had always been there, but she had failed to see them, blinded by misplaced trust in Jeanne and Jennifer.

As she entered the house, she saw Ethan sitting in a chair, reviewing some documents. He looked up and immediately noticed her frozen in the doorway. Eleanor’s mind was a storm of emotions; she didn’t know what to do.

Ethan put his documents aside, stood up, and walked over to her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. He could feel the chaos inside her, the silent scream for comfort. And while he didn’t know what had happened, a simple hug felt like the right thing to do.

It was the first time he had embraced her since their student days. Although he had been officially pursuing her for over five years, their physical contact had never gone beyond holding hands—and even that had been rare.

But this time, she clung to him tightly, seeking warmth and comfort. They stood in silence, hearts speaking in the language of pain and support. While Eleanor found solace in Ethan’s embrace, he was filled with turmoil. What had shaken her so deeply? Not even the traumatic events from six years ago had broken her like this. Though she wasn’t crying, Ethan could feel the heaviness radiating from her like a silent scream.

After a long while, Eleanor pulled away and whispered, "Thank you. I really needed that."

Ethan nodded gently. "Freya’s already eaten and is asleep in her room. Why don’t you take a shower first? I’ll set the table for dinner."

"I’m really not in the mood to eat," Eleanor said tiredly. "I need to sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow morning."

dinner yet," Ethan replied.

that he had stayed up waiting for her. Without another word, she headed to her

hours ago, so he simply warmed the pre-cooked dishes and arranged them neatly. As he waited, he sent a message to find out where Eleanor

Or more specifically, her mother. But I won’t pry. If she wants to tell me, she will. I just need to

room. Ethan stood up quickly, uncovering the dishes and serving her silently. She noticed that every dish on

must have asked the kitchen to prepare all these in case I was late," she thought, a gentle warmth blooming in

on the food and began to eat slowly. Unintentionally, she ate more than usual—her hunger was deeper than she had realized. She silently thanked Ethan for convincing

it was intense—far beyond a normal human’s needs. Once full, she could feel Ethan’s love radiating through his gaze. Even without looking at

she said, standing up.

away, Ethan said, "I’ll be in the guest room. If you need anything,

mind screamed in protest. Why don’t you go home? How can I live normally with you under the same roof? But

behind her, changed into her sleeping clothes, and lay on the bed. Despite her swirling emotions, the thought of Ethan sleeping in the same house gave her a surprising sense of safety. Her exhaustion finally caught up to her, and she drifted off to sleep the moment her

deeply, and all the fatigue from the previous day had melted away. Feeling refreshed, she freshened up, changed her clothes, and headed to her study. She needed to tie up a few loose ends

behind her, she

handing over three sealed packets. "Each pack contains hair samples from one person. I’ve labeled them: 1 is for William, 2 is for Jeanne,