Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 94: Welcome to Russia

More than a week had passed in the blink of an eye. Eleanor’s life had returned to a peaceful rhythm. There was no disturbance in her businesses, and everything seemed calm on the surface. Freya was now fully adjusted to school life and had even made several friends among her classmates. The once-lonely child had begun to blossom, and Eleanor’s heart felt light seeing her thrive.

That day was a public holiday, and Eleanor brought Freya to the Raynor Estate, planning to leave her there for a few days. Freya was more than happy to stay with her Grandma and Grandpa, especially with Fiona around to play with. Although Eleanor initially intended to request leave for Freya from school, Ethan volunteered to handle the school duties from the estate.

While Freya and Selene played outside in the garden, Fiona finally voiced the question that had been on her mind all morning.

"Why are you going to Russia?" she asked, her tone calm but laced with concern.

Eleanor, seated at the table with a cup of herbal tea in hand, replied, "On the surface, it’s a business trip. I’m supposed to be negotiating with two companies based in Zelenograd. But in truth, I’ll be investigating the recent assassination attempts."

Fiona frowned. "Attempts? When did the second attack happen?"

"A few days ago," Eleanor said casually, as if it were no more than a passing inconvenience. "The assassins were neutralized by the shadow guards before they even realized what was happening. That’s why you didn’t hear about it."

Fiona’s concern deepened. "Are you sure these attackers came from Russia?"

"No, not directly. They were from different countries," Eleanor explained. "But the platform that organized these assassins... the main server... is located in Russia. The assassins themselves are just pawns. They come, we kill them, and the cycle repeats. It’s annoying, but manageable. If I can eliminate the organization that’s orchestrating all this, then the problem can be solved at its root."

easy place to operate," Fiona warned, a note of caution in her voice. "Where exactly are you headed this

visit are located there. But my real target is a place called Durykino. It’s less than three hours on foot from Zelenograd, or under half an

noble families reside in the Greater Caucasus region. Do not, under any circumstances, engage with them unless absolutely necessary. Vampires still harbour deep resentment toward werewolves... not just because of the historical wars, but because of our ability to walk under the sun. It’s

Eleanor nodded solemnly. "Understood."

Then call me immediately. I’ll try to contact their higher-ups. Vampires are very political. There’s a lot of internal conflict within their kind. Every step must

said, her voice

to Fiona, Adrian, Selene, and Freya. Her car drove directly to the airport, where her private jet was waiting. Her shadow guards and her temporary secretary, Cassandra Blanc, had

of overcast skies and landed on the glass-smooth runway of Sheremetyevo International Airport, Moscow’s sprawling gateway to the

clicking softly on the last step, as the late afternoon light cast a warm, honeyed glow across the sleek tarmac. The air was different... crisper, colder, and tinged with the scent of fuel and distant snow. It was the kind of cold that kissed your skin and reminded you where

her like a grey ribbon of ambition, framed by silent radar towers and vast hangars that

it... a strange limbo where sky met earth, where silence hummed louder than words. Inside the terminal, Eleanor glimpsed the interior through a crystalline glass wall: chandeliers swaying gently from the high ceiling, polished marble floors gleaming like mirrors, and a sea

There was elegance here... cold and calculated, but undeniably beautiful. The kind of beauty born from order and efficiency. The terminal felt less like a building and more like a monument

mingled with winter perfume. Outside, light snowflakes fell lazily, dusting the edges of the runway like powdered sugar. Aircraft, hulking beasts of metal, stood waiting... ready to rise once more into

dressed in a tailored charcoal-grey suit stood with perfect posture, holding a placard with the name "Miss Cassandra Blanc" written

soon as Cassandra emerged from the terminal, the hotel representative stepped forward with a