Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 158: Second Chapter of Her Life

The days were passing peacefully for Laila Hasanović, former Captain of the Jaeger Corps, Denmark’s elite Special Operations Division. Her life in the Kingdom was so tranquil that she sometimes wondered if it was all just a dream.

After being dishonourably discharged from the Danish Army, she had fled to Russia and worked under Imperial Heaven, evading an Interpol arrest warrant for five long years. During that time, she never imagined she’d one day enjoy a peaceful life again.

Everything had changed the day she fought Raphael Blanc, and that idiotic man had the nerve to ask his boss to bring her to the Kingdom. Despite the thousands of questions swirling in her mind, she decided to take a leap of faith. Her job under Imperial Heaven had been slowly destroying her from within.

Now, that leap had proven to be the right one.

She lived a peaceful, disciplined life here. No one asked her to do anything shady or bothered her outside her working hours. She had a real identity now... Laila Monroe, a proud citizen of the Kingdom with a valid passport and a respected job.

Laila now served as the Protocol Officer to the Chairman of Heimdall Technologies Limited. She also oversaw security operations at Nexabyte Technology’s Trafford Command Center. Though she juggled two jobs, technology made her work efficient... and truthfully, it didn’t take much of her time.

But she couldn’t relax.

Her biggest concern wasn’t the workload... it was the safety of her Chairman, Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor.

That concern wasn’t even part of her job description. As protocol officer, her responsibilities were clearly defined: schedule management, security coordination, travel logistics, and discretion. It was all there in the contract.

Yet reality told a different story.

world. Other employees lived there too, but the security shocked her to her core. Having seen the elite level of protection around Eleanor, Laila quickly realized

experience with NATO’s most advanced weaponry during her special ops missions. But here? Ordinary security guards carried customized versions of those weapons like they were nothing. Each of

an alert, only to be tracked continuously by

wealth, it all made sense. The young woman was worth more than ten times Denmark’s national budget.

wasn’t easy. But she was grateful for this second chance... not everyone got one. She’d grown close to Teresa, Cassandra, and Anastasiya, who lived in the same villa complex. Sometimes Maya

other friends outside this circle, except for Raphael. He visited her from time to time, and over the past few weeks, they had really grown close. She could tell that he was in love with her. And truthfully, she liked

like a dignified soldier while on duty... serious, disciplined, professional. But the moment he saw her, he turned into a clumsy fool... stumbling over nothing,

her villa, lost in thought, waiting for Raphael. It was her day off, and he had invited her out for lunch. She was thinking about how far her life had come... when

and

place. His eyes locked

slightly chilly, with the sun hanging lazily in the sky. Laila wore a pink overcoat over sky-blue jeans and a deep red top. She hadn’t done much makeup, just a light touch of lipstick...

little detail

a few seconds, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. The way he stared made

snapped out

finally finding his voice. "I’ll take

simply smiled faintly and followed him outside to the car waiting

inside, Raphael said, "It’ll take about half an hour. We’ll drive through