Cliff chuckled upon hearing Adam suddenly inquire about something that had never piqued his curiosity before. Not to mention curiosity, even thinking to care was out of the question."Thibeult City? Are you referring to the modern city that no longer believes in werewolves?" Cliff asked, still chuckling and, truthfully, provoking Adam's irritation."Yes... what do you know about that city?" Adam asked, still attempting to control his emotions.Cliff pondered for a moment, then looked at Adam and grinned. "It's a vast city. Don't even attempt to reveal your werewolf identity if you still care about your werewolf group," Cliff replied and chuckled again.Adam sighed, closed his eyes slowly, then opened them again. "Irene ran away from home and went to Thibeult City," Adam stated.Upon hearing Adam's words, Cliff, who was about to sip his wine, abruptly halted and turned his face toward Adam."Irene? The human you've kept as a slave in your house under the guise of providing an heir?" Cl

As days turned into weeks, Irene's anticipation grew stronger, mirroring the gradual progression of her pregnancy. She often found herself standing by the window, gazing out at the world beyond, lost in her thoughts. Her hands would instinctively rest on her rounded belly, as if her touch could convey her love and reassurance to the tiny life growing inside her.One afternoon, as Irene stood by the window lost in her reverie, Magdalena returned home after a trip to the market. Carrying bags of groceries, she made her way to the kitchen to unload her purchases. The scent of fresh produce and the rustling of paper bags filled the air as she organized the items.Magdalena paused for a moment, sensing Irene's presence by the window. She knew that these final days of waiting were both beautiful and challenging for Irene. Magdalena had witnessed her transformation, not only physically but emotionally as well. The bond between them had deepened as they shared these moments of anticipation.W

Irene settled into the inpatient room, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. The room was cozy, with soft pastel colors adorning the walls and a large window that let in a gentle stream of sunlight. The bed was comfortable, and as she lay there, she could already feel the weight of the day's events catching up to her."How are you feeling, dear?" Magdalena asked with a gentle smile, her hands adjusting the pillows behind Irene to make her more comfortable.Irene offered a tired but genuine smile in return. "Tired, but... overwhelmed with happiness."Magdalena's touch was soothing as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from Irene's forehead. "You've done something incredible today, Irene. You've brought a beautiful life into this world."Irene's gaze shifted to Noah, who was nestled in her arms, his tiny fingers wrapping around her own. "He's perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder."Irene," Magdalena began one evening, her voice gentle.

Four years later….The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the dining area. Irene's footsteps were hurried as she entered the room, dressed smartly in an office-style shirt and trousers. With swift movements, she tied her hair into a neat ponytail, exuding an air of professionalism and determination.As Irene approached the dining table, her gaze fell upon Noah, who was happily munching on Magdalena's toast. A fond smile tugged at the corners of Irene's lips as she watched her son enjoy his breakfast."Good morning, sweetheart," Irene greeted Noah, her voice carrying a mixture of affection and urgency. She swiftly pulled out a chair and sat down, her movements quick and precise.Magdalena, who was busy tending to the breakfast spread, looked at Irene with a knowing expression. "Irene, dear, remember to take a moment to breathe. There's still a bit of time before you need to rush off."Irene nodded, but her focus remained on the plate of food in fr

After the door creaked open, Joseph walked into the bustling administrative division. The subdued hum of office activity filled the air as Irene focused on her tasks. Joseph's warm presence was a welcomed interruption. He greeted Irene with a friendly smile, which she returned, though her nerves were still palpable."Good morning, Irene," Joseph said cheerfully, placing his bag on his desk."Morning, Mr. Halston," Irene replied, trying to sound composed despite her inner turmoil.Joseph noticed Irene's apprehension. He had a keen eye for his team members' well being, and it didn't take him long to sense that something might be amiss. He pulled out his chair and sat down, leaning forward slightly."Is everything alright?" Joseph asked, his tone gentle and concerned.Irene's heart raced. She hadn't anticipated anyone noticing her unease. She hesitated, then managed to muster a weak smile. "Oh, it's just... a bit of a busy morning, you know."Joseph leaned back in his chair, studying Ire