Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 130: The Naga King

Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi enjoyed spending his quiet moments with his wife, Pallavi. As a Naga, it was in his nature to dedicate his life to one woman. Unlike many supernatural species, Nagas believed deeply in love... true love, the kind that lasted lifetimes. Some Nagas spent their entire lives searching for their destined partners, only to pass on alone, never having found them. Polygamy was not just frowned upon in Naga society... it was strictly forbidden.

Their commitment to monogamy wasn’t born of law but of tradition and nature. Nagas couldn’t have offspring with humans or other species. While they could engage in sexual relationships outside their race, no child could ever come from it. That was why there were no known Naga hybrids in the world.

To ensure that every Naga had a chance to find a soulmate, their clans held numerous social gatherings and festivals throughout the year. One of the most significant was the Cupid Ceremony, where only single male and female Nagas participated. It was both a celebration and a sacred ritual... a chance for hearts to recognize one another.

Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi was a man admired not just as a leader but as a lover. As the King of the Nagas, he had the means, power, and permission to indulge in many relationships, especially with humans from the secular world. Naga customs only forbade him from marrying more than one woman... they did not restrict him from seeking pleasure. And yet, like his father before him, Prabhas had never strayed. He gave his heart wholly to Pallavi and had never looked elsewhere.

At that moment, he lay resting with his head in Pallavi’s lap. They were in their private chamber, watching a historical drama on TV. Pallavi’s fingers moved in slow circles across his scalp, her touch calming and warm. The quiet hum of the screen filled the air, a rare moment of peace in the life of a king.

That peace didn’t last long.

Their daughter, Samantha, burst into the room without knocking... again. She had never truly outgrown her habit of barging in, even as a grown woman. To her, this was still home, and they were still her parents.

Prabhas opened one eye and smiled softly at her, amused by her familiar lack of boundaries. "What is it, baby girl?"

"Dad," Samantha said, catching her breath. "Rashmika just called. She wants to meet with you as soon as possible."

Prabhas raised a brow. "Which Rashmika? Rashmika Harivamsa?"

"Yes," Samantha nodded.

His smile faded slightly. "What does she want to meet about?"

"She mentioned someone named Eleanor. From the United Kingdom. Apparently, her grandmother endorsed her."

At that, Prabhas jolted upright, pulling his head off Pallavi’s lap so suddenly that she blinked in surprise.

"Did she mention her full name?" he asked sharply. "Is it Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor?"

frowned. "Yes... that’s the

murderess bitch come here? What business does she have

narrowed her

muttered. "I

"Dad, why are you behaving like this? You’ve never reacted

deep breath and turned to his daughter. "Let me ask you something. Suppose you wanted to buy a

offer," Samantha

But not Eleanor." His voice turned cold. "She’ll

Samantha blinked. "What?"

grimly, "she’ll make the entire group go bankrupt. Then she’ll swoop in and buy them for a fraction of

Samantha

said darkly. "Suppose a business rival starts spreading rumors

issue diplomatically... maybe address the

"Eleanor doesn’t waste time with PR. She kills them. The rival,

voice faltered. "How does she get

"She’s the Young Miss of the Raynor Clan... the werewolf ambassador

uses her clan’s power?" Pallavi asked,

he said bitterly. "She doesn’t need to. Eleanor has over two hundred billion dollars under her name. Personally. She can destroy

why does it

business world is

down. She came to meet you. Then meet her. Maybe things won’t go badly. What she’s done to others has nothing to do with us... unless we give

Prabhas exhaled. "You’re right."

to Samantha. "Call Rashmika. Tell her to come

nodded and stepped out to make the call. Rashmika, upon hearing Prabhas’s decision, agreed to come at once and end the matter

same helicopter that had brought Eleanor. Tara, Sebastian, and Isadora

in green, landing gently on a stone helipad

stepped out first, her boots clicking against the sandstone tiles. The sun-drenched villa

marble. It shimmered under the afternoon sun. Ornate jharokha-style balconies protruded from the upper floors, each intricately carved with floral and serpentine motifs. The grand windows were shielded by jaali screens... delicate lattices