Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 105: Moonpetal Flower

Knight Dimitry Petrov remained kneeling as he delivered his report to Lord Alexander Ivanov. The hall, draped in regal crimson and silver banners, was silent except for the calm cadence of Dimitry’s voice. He recounted everything that had transpired at Imperial Haven the previously.

When Dimitry confirmed that Roman Ivanov was alive and the situation had not escalated into a full-scale conflict, Alexander leaned back in his throne with a heavy sigh of relief.

"You did well," Alexander said, his voice calm but layered with concern. "From the moment she stepped foot in Moscow, I feared something like this would happen. Many of our younger clan members are arrogant... rash even. They could’ve easily provoked her."

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "You should continue following her discreetly until she leaves Russia. I don’t want any further incidents."

After a pause, he added, "Are you absolutely sure she didn’t visit any bars or casinos? No nightclubs? No strange meetings?"

Dimitry shook his head. "I’m certain, My Lord. She never left her hotel room except for work. No suspicious outings. No nightlife."

Alexander arched a brow. "What did she do in her room all this time?"

"I don’t know exactly," Dimitry admitted. "According to hotel staff, she requested a bottle of Beluga Gold Line Vodka upon check-in. Other than that, she ordered different gourmet meals for each of her three daily meals. And that’s it. Even her subordinates weren’t allowed inside her room without a clear reason."

Alexander let out a small chuckle. "What an interesting girl. Fiona raised her well."

Then he turned toward his granddaughter, who sat beside her on another seat. "Anastasiya, look at your brothers and sisters... indulging in luxury, traveling the world without a care. And then look at Eleanor Raynor. She had over two hundred billion dollars in assets under her name before the age of thirty."

His tone grew heavy. "And don’t assume she got it all from her family. I heard she returned the entire investment her family gave her at the start of her business ventures. Everything she owns now, she built on her own."

He exhaled a long, slow breath. "And what have my descendants done? They keep taking from the family treasury. Even the ones who manage to run successful businesses never repay what they borrowed. During our youth, we had to fight wars to protect every coin we earned. Now, the younger generation just drowns in luxury. With each passing decade, they grow weaker."

There was a sharpness in his eyes now... a deep frustration laced with worry.

may come when they won’t even be

jade bottle, etched with ancient runes. He handed it

gasped, "Is this...

the ruins of an old temple in Tibet. It holds no power

back, his voice calm and contemplative. "I decided then that if I ever met a werewolf worthy of

absorbs the Moonpetal Flower under a full moon, it can trigger the awakening of their dormant bloodline. They could even gain the

encouraged all of you to study, but only you took my words to heart. You’re the only one among

continued, "We vampires are blessed with long lives. But if we stop learning, stop adapting... we will be overtaken

from Anastasiya, his gaze settling on Dimitry again. "You should go with Dimitry. Deliver the flower to Eleanor on my behalf. I want her to know this is a gift from the Ivanov Clan... a

her. If possible, propose a joint business venture. That girl has a rare gift. I’ve heard she acquires small, dying companies and turns them into profitable empires. Even bankrupt enterprises thrive under her leadership. You could learn much from

smiled. "Understood, Grandpa. I’ll do

"It’s already morning.

a

Dimitry followed behind, giving Alexander

heavy doors shut, Alexander turned to his

you think? Will Anastasiya

stood silently throughout the exchange, responded, "I hope so, my Lord. But Eleanor Raynor is no ordinary

chuckle. "Indeed. That’s

without another word, the clan head rose from his throne and stepped toward the elevator behind it. The doors slid open with a

***

her suite, sunlight streaming softly through the curtains. She glanced at the clock... it was nearly eleven in the morning. With a yawn, she reached for her phone and immediately

Ethan

came Freya’s cheerful voice. "Hello, Mommy! You’re late.

"Mommy was busy, sweetie. Call me after