Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 197: Secret Unveiled

For a moment, Fiona’s mind went blank. She couldn’t comprehend what the king had just said. Her thoughts raced: "He specifically told us not to worry about the Gerymoore complaint. I’ve never heard of Eleanor doing anything that would justify stripping her title. Then why...?"

Before she could collect her thoughts further, King Erevan continued, "Don’t misunderstand me. I hold no grudge against your clan. In fact, I’m grateful for all you’ve done for Eleanor. You’ll understand everything once you see this."

He placed a sketch on the desk. "Do you remember, thirty years ago... just after I succeeded the throne following my father’s disappearance, I issued a worldwide search for a certain woman?"

Fiona nodded slowly. "Yes, I remember. But... you never found her."

The king gestured to the paper. "Look closely at the sketch."

Fiona leaned forward. The moment her eyes fell on the image, she froze. Her eyes widened as she murmured, "Eleanor..."

Erevan replied in a sombre tone, "No. That was her mother. I’ve already conducted a DNA test. Eleanor is my daughter."

Fiona opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. She closed it again, stunned, staring at the king in silence.

Erevan continued, seemingly unbothered by her speechlessness, "Sarika was the one who first uncovered the truth. When she brought Eleanor to the temple for her ancestral blessing, she noticed that both the Raynor and Lychos clan ancestors gave their blessings. She recalled the sketch I circulated years ago and suspected a connection. A DNA test confirmed it."

He took a deep breath.

"Right now, only Sarika, you, and I know the truth. We cannot reveal Eleanor’s identity just yet. You understand how some in my clan are eyeing the throne. With no known heir, they’ve been biding their time... waiting for my passing. But if word gets out that I have a daughter, and even a granddaughter, they won’t stay passive. Eleanor’s life, and her child’s... could be in danger."

This time, Fiona nodded in understanding. But before she could reply, Erevan continued, "I’ve had a long discussion with Sarika. We both agreed that Eleanor will be introduced to the world at my coronation ceremony. That way, I can publicly declare her as my heir in my very first decree. Until then, her identity must remain secret... even from her. As much as I long to speak to her, to see my granddaughter, I must prioritise their safety. She grew up without a father. She’s already become a mother herself. A few more months won’t change the past."

young miss suddenly turns out to be my daughter, I’m unsure how well it will be received. For everyone’s sake, we must keep this

she asked, "How

"Since Eleanor returned

eyebrow. "So, when you visited Kvernheim, you already knew. You bought this armour for Eleanor, didn’t you? I was bidding for her too," she chuckled. "I spent half the night wondering who you were

could I do?

the decree for young clan heads to take part in the Trial... was that your

came from Yggdrasil itself. All races were asked to send their younger generation to prepare for what’s coming. There’s a

"Isn’t it too

Erevan replied. "But we must prepare them for the worst. I

the Elizabeth bloodline, not

"but Sarika assured me not to worry. With the ancestor’s blessing, Eleanor will awaken her Brontes bloodline as well. She will

so stunned she

anything. But I’d like to know about her mother.

to a mixed-blood child could have been too much. In that

official under the king. If you’d like, I can arrange information for you. But I would advise against visiting now... your movements are always under watch. If you wish to keep this hidden, it’s better to wait until

wish I could’ve known about her earlier. I feel so guilty. She must have suffered without a

deep trauma. In fact, when she was turned, she

you tell

told him. Everything. How Eleanor was raised in the Whitmore family. How she was used, betrayed, plotted against. How Ethan found her. How she was turned. How she rebuilt herself. How she rose to become a business powerhouse. What she

sent several photos of Freya to Erevan and

composed themselves, their expressions flat and unreadable. No one

time they returned to the stadium, the feast had already concluded, and everyone was waiting for the king’s departure. King Erevan bid farewell to the gathered clan heads and other werewolves in attendance. Then,