Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 196: The Meeting Gift

After the fight was over, Fiona invited King Erevan and the other council members to a celebratory feast. A large hall had been prepared behind the VIP gallery for the occasion. Only the clan heads of the attending clans and the alphas of the Raynor Clan were permitted to join.

Before anyone took their seats, Fiona formally introduced each participant of the feast one by one. When it was Ethan’s turn, he felt a sudden wave of hostility emanating from the king. Although Erevan maintained his usual smile and nodded at him just like he did with the others, Ethan couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that the king wanted to beat him up.

"Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me after the fight," he thought, brushing off the unease.

But another person also caught the fleeting shift in the king’s expression—Sarika, the priest. "Typical. He can’t stand the man who stole his daughter’s heart," she mused inwardly, though her face remained as unreadable as ever. She silently took her place beside the king.

A generous array of dishes had been prepared beforehand. Most were regional delicacies from across the kingdom. King Erevan was seated at the head of the long table, with Fiona to his right and Sarika to his left. The rest of the council members sat nearby, followed by the visiting clan heads, and finally, the alphas of the Raynor Clan.

Maids from Clan Blanc moved gracefully between the guests, serving food and assisting as needed. As the host, Fiona personally helped the king choose and serve dishes according to his preferences.

King Erevan glanced at Fiona and asked, "I’ve seen many of your clan members here today, but I haven’t seen your young miss. Is she well?"

The question sparked different thoughts in Sarika and Fiona’s minds. Both heard the king’s words loud and clear.

"He couldn’t wait to see his daughter. It’s unfortunate he came all the way here but hasn’t seen her," Sarika thought.

"That bastard from the Gerymoore Clan... He’s turned the king against Eleanor. The king must be searching for her to question her about that incident," Fiona thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as they shifted towards George Gerymoore at the far end of the table.

On the other side, George suddenly felt a foreboding chill trickle down his spine. He looked around warily, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention.

Sarika said, "Yes, Fiona, I was thinking the same. This is such a major event for your clan, yet she didn’t join us. Where is she?"

Fiona smiled and replied, "A sudden issue arose in her business, and she had to attend to it immediately. You know how large her operations are. Ever since His Majesty declared that all future clan heads must participate in the Trial of Yggdrasil, she’s been trying to wrap things up quickly. Don’t worry—she will come to greet His Majesty after the feast."

Sarika nodded, "I actually like the girl. She’s young, bold, and unafraid of risk. I believe she’ll be even more successful than you a century from now."

Fiona chuckled. "That she will. In terms of personal assets, she has already surpassed me at her age. If she manages to maintain this momentum, I believe she’ll do a far better job than I ever could."

As she spoke, Fiona subtly pulled her phone from her clutch and sent a message to Eleanor:

"Where are you? The king wants to see you."

She continued discussing recent events in the supernatural world with the council members, who were now engaged in a broader conversation.

Two minutes passed without a reply.

Fiona typed again—this time to Teresa:

"Ask Eleanor to check her phone. It’s urgent."

This time, the reply came instantly:

"Okay."

***

Eleanor was working diligently in her lab at Heimdall Tower. She had planned to finish some coding first, then head over to spectate the final match. But once it began, she became so engrossed in her work that she lost all sense of time.

by the beep of the door lock’s scanner. Only Teresa and Maya had

slid open. Teresa peeked in and said, "Fiona

she picked it up, her expression darkened

too late to catch the

quickly replied to

there in

to ready the helicopter on the roof. I need to go to the Raynor Estate—I’m

closing the door and hurrying to give

give me the current build progress," she said as she walked over to the makeover table and

calm voice echoed

"Core Framework: 100%

Neural Processing Unit: 100%

Data Ingestion Pipeline: 92%

Sensor Integration Module: 87%

Autonomous Navigation Logic: 75%

Detection AI Core:

Communication Interface: 54%

Decision-Making Engine: 49%

Energy Optimisation Layer: 63%

Redundancy System: 39%

Safety Protocols: 35%

Satellite–Environment Link: 28%

Total Completion: 78%

Remaining:

Build Mode: Active."

the report. "Still not enough. I need to

troubleshoot any issues with the current progress. Save the log.

Do you want me to run a compatibility test as well?" Nora

that too," Eleanor replied as she

was already prepped and waiting. As she stepped on board, the rotors spun faster and the aircraft lifted

***

underway. Except for Isadora... who had remained behind to guard the lab while Eleanor worked, none of her shadow guards had accompanied her. Although she had instructed them to travel by road with her convoy, they would

sat on a sofa just outside the feast venue and

outside. Call me if you

over a nearby Clan Blanc member who was cleaning the gallery and asked her about the battle and the guests. It didn’t take long for Eleanor to get a clear picture of the

and turned to the king. "Your Majesty, Eleanor has arrived. She

a few complaints against her that I need to confirm personally. It would be better to speak with her while the

raised his voice for all to hear, "Everyone, please carry on

glanced at Sarika. "Sarika, oversee the feast in

chuckled inwardly. "So, he’s finally going to meet Eleanor. Of all those

she replied with a respectful tone, "Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I

the council members had heard what the king said. They were well aware of Alistair Gerymoore’s complaint. It didn’t

chuckled. "Looks like young Miss Raynor

"I didn’t expect His Majesty to take Alistair’s complaint seriously. Even the Gerymoore Clan stripped him

investigation after the complaint. No idea what