Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 140: The Good and The Bad News

Dr. Rebecca Lewis, Professor of Genetic Medicine at The Center for Inherited Disease Research (CIDR), had built a distinguished career. She had earned her Bachelor of Science degree from the University of Wisconsin, where she met Sarika under unusual circumstances... an incident that would mark the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

It had been a quiet morning. The road was empty, and the pedestrian signal had just turned green. Rebecca stepped onto the zebra crossing while she was thinking about her studies. From the opposite side, Sarika was also crossing when a speeding car suddenly ignored the signal and charged ahead. Rebecca froze in shock, unable to move. Without hesitation, Sarika dashed forward, grabbed Rebecca by the waist, and pulled her out of the car’s path just in time.

That moment became the foundation of a powerful bond. Sarika, who was then collaborating with a research team studying the sociocultural anthropology of the Caral-Supe civilization, also known as the Norte Chico civilization of coastal Peru... had always carried a calm, commanding presence. Her knowledge spanned history, science, and politics, and she was working with an international team on the origins of Andean civilizations, focusing on their urban planning, sunken plazas, and early pyramid architecture. This culture, which thrived between 3000 and 1800 BCE, was widely considered one of the oldest known civilizations in the Latin America.

Rebecca, equally driven but from a completely different field, found herself fascinated by Sarika’s world. Sarika, in turn, admired Rebecca’s curiosity and clarity of thought. Despite coming from vastly different disciplines, the two hit it off immediately. Over time, their bond deepened. Rebecca’s passion for genetics and Sarika’s grounding in ancient cultures often led to late-night conversations about evolution, mutations, and destiny.

After completing her undergraduate degree, Rebecca moved on to Johns Hopkins University, where she pursued her PhD and later joined the McKusick-Nathans Institute of Genetic Medicine as a researcher. Sarika returned to India and took on more responsibility within her clan, continuing her work both in the scholarly and supernatural realms. Despite the distance, they remained close, exchanging updates and supporting each other through life’s twists and turns.

When Sarika needed to conduct a sensitive paternity test... one that involved the King of Werewolves and Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, there was no question in her mind about who to trust. Rebecca had the discretion, technical knowledge, and access to a private lab facility where the data could be handled off the record. The confidentiality of the result was paramount. Sarika knew that if the gene sequence fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic... not just for Erevan and Eleanor, but for the entire werewolf society.

Upon entering the lab, Rebecca greeted her with a smile and pointed toward the chair across from her desk. "Sarika, sit down. The report’s in my drawer. I figured you’d want to see it for yourself."

She circled the desk, sat down, and opened a drawer, pulling out a sealed envelope. She handed it to Sarika with a curious look in her eyes.

"I have to say," Rebecca began, "the genetic samples you gave me were fascinating. The sequences were... unusual, to say the least. It almost looked like a human mutation... something extraordinary, maybe even evolved beyond current human limits."

Sarika’s face remained neutral.

Just that envelope in your hand. But I couldn’t help taking a look on the gene sequence. The sequences were... well,

came to you. I trust you," Sarika said

came to me. Because if this fell into military hands, your relatives could be considered living weapons. Trust me... someone would try to clone them. Can you tell me what

is higher than normal

something... never let them end up

There was a pause.

Rebecca added, straightening, "you wanted the test. See for

skimmed the pages until

genetic markers analyzed, the probability that Party A is the biological

Sarika

right from the beginning. The girl who had

for a mysterious girl he’d met thirty years ago... a woman who

races alike... only to be failed. Over time, he became frustrated and stopped searching. He thought, he would never have a

been a party to celebrate a special Northern Lights. She approached him boldly, and to his utter shock, he felt comfortable around her. Not only that... he felt desire for the first time in his life. The experience overwhelmed him. He followed her back to her

next morning, when Erevan stepped out of the villa to buy breakfast for the girl, a messenger from the Lychos Clan reached

the kingdom’s responsibilities and his father’s sudden disappearance. Days passed in a blur of duty and concern. By the time he finally remembered the girl, she had already left the area... disappeared as if she had vanished

Erevan. For her, it was just a one-night stand. But for Erevan... who had finally found the only

solely on the tracking abilities of werewolves. But all they discovered was