Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby-Chapter 108: Attack at the Hotel

Before Eleanor could bring them down completely, a bullet whizzed past... just an inch above Anatoly’s head. The sharp crack of impact shattered the momentary calm as glass splintered across the room.

Eleanor’s eyes darted to the small hole in the window and the mark on the wall. The target was clear. Anatoly Ignatov. If he had remained standing a second longer, his head would have been blown off.

Without flinching, Eleanor looked straight into his eyes. "You’re the target. Lie down. Don’t move. I’ll handle the rest."

Her tone left no room for argument.

She turned toward her guards. "Sebastian, pull down the curtains. We have a sniper. Proceed with extreme caution."

The shadow team, trained for moments like this, crawled across the floor and reached the windows. One of them yanked the thick curtains closed, casting the restaurant into a dim, tense silence.

Chaos exploded soon after.

Most of the guests had frozen for a few seconds, stunned by the sudden violence. But as reality sank in... the shattering glass, the sound of a bullet embedding in the wall... panic took over. Screams pierced the air as people scrambled to escape. Some overturned chairs, others crawled under tables. A few headed for the exit in a mad rush, their shoes slipping on the polished floor.

Despite the disorder, Eleanor remained calm. She crouched low and surveyed the scene. A few tables away, oil shipping tycoon Vladimir Egorov and his private security team were lying on the floor. His men, likely ex-military, had reacted swiftly, shielding their boss.

Sebastian crawled over to Eleanor and whispered, "Ma’am, I suggest we leave immediately. They may send a backup team to cover for the failed hit."

"Agreed," Eleanor nodded. She turned on her earpiece. "Comms check."

"Always on," Sebastian replied instantly.

She glanced at Anastasiya, who was still sitting on the floor, visibly shaken. "Miss, is this man important to you?" Eleanor asked, pointing toward Anatoly.

Anastasiya nodded, her voice quieter than before. "Yes, very."

It was the first time she had ever been in a situation like this... where her life was genuinely in danger. She had sparred with blades and trained in combat, but no one had ever tried to assassinate her. Watching how Eleanor and her team responded... calm, coordinated, lethal... sent a chill down her spine.

She suddenly understood why Eleanor was so respected... and feared.

Across from her, Anatoly was also trying to comprehend the sudden threat to his life. He watched Eleanor with curiosity and wariness. If Natasha had said he wasn’t important, he suspected the young woman would’ve left him to die without blinking. A bitter smile touched his lips.

"Is this what it means to operate at the top?" he thought.

He recalled why he might be targeted and understood. "They finally made their move," he muttered to himself. "But a sniper? I wasn’t prepared for that."

Raphael appeared beside him and crouched low. "Can you walk?" he asked.

Anatoly gave a slight nod.

"Good. Follow us. Head down and stay close."

The team moved swiftly, making their way to the kitchen at the back of the restaurant. A few kitchen staff were hiding behind shelves and counters.

"Where’s the service door?" Sebastian asked one of them.

A trembling man pointed to a bright orange door in the corner. The team moved silently, leading the group through the door and into a staircase. They climbed quickly to the top floor, checking each corridor as they passed.

Raphael and Elias went ahead, checking the windows for possible threats.

Once the area was clear, Eleanor gave her next set of orders.

"Sebastian, secure this entire floor. No one comes in without my approval... not even the police. Right now, I don’t trust anyone."

She turned to Cassandra. "Contact the pilot. We leave as soon as the jet is ready." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Cassandra nodded and stepped aside to make the call.

"Raphael, take Mr. Ignatov to your suite. He’ll be safe there. Watch him closely."

Eleanor turned back to Anatoly. "Do you have any allies in law enforcement who outrank the local officers here?"

Anatoly blinked, surprised. "Yes. The Moscow City Police Commissioner. He’s a personal friend."

"Good. Call him. Ask him to come personally. Your life is at stake, and I won’t be protecting you much longer. Also... don’t mention me. I don’t want my name in any report. Not even a whisper. Understood?"

Anatoly nodded, already reaching for his phone.

Eleanor led Anastasiya and Cassandra into her suite and closed the door behind them.

"Miss Ivanova," she said, "call Knight Petrov and explain the situation. The police will arrive soon, and since this is your territory, I won’t intervene. Handle it however you see fit."

"I will," Anastasiya replied. She sat on the plush sofa, catching her breath.

Cassandra returned from her call. "Boss, the pilot said we’ll be ready to leave in two hours, max."

"Good. Tell Laila to meet us in an hour and a half. She’ll board the helicopter directly from outside. I don’t want her getting involved in this mess."

Anastasiya looked up. "I just got off the phone with Sir Petrov. He’s already on his way."

Eleanor let out a sigh of relief and finally sat down. "Then I can relax for a moment."

Anastasiya slumped into the cushions. "You were so cool. How did you sense that sniper bullet coming? You moved like a general... calm, commanding, composed."

Eleanor smiled faintly. "You’ll understand after dodging a few bullets yourself."

Of course, she didn’t mention that it was her Raynor clan bloodline... specifically the Elizabeth line, that gave her heightened danger perception. A secret not for casual conversation.

"I was really scared," Anastasiya admitted. "This was my first real-life attack. But I’m okay now."

"If you follow me," Eleanor said seriously, "you’ll experience more. Are you still sure you want to come with me?"

Anastasiya puffed out her chest like a determined child. "Of course! I’m not a coward."

Meanwhile, outside the hotel, a convoy of police cars pulled up. Officers quickly cordoned off the area, pushing reporters and curious pedestrians away. Their radios buzzed with updates, but no one was allowed to approach the floor Eleanor now controlled.

Inside, Eleanor’s senses were spread across the entire floor. Every movement, every breath of those nearby... she was alert to it all.

A voice came through her earpiece. "Stop there! This is a restricted floor."

An older man’s voice responded, calm and authoritative. "I am the Moscow City Police Commissioner. Anatoly Ignatov is expecting me."

Sebastian paused. "Wait there."

"Raphael, bring Mr. Ignatov to verify his guest."

"On it."

A few moments later, the old voice called again, "Anatoly, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Anatoly answered. "Thanks to my daughter’s friend and her team. Come in. I’ll explain everything."

After a few minutes, Sebastian knocked on Eleanor’s door. "Ma’am, the Police Commissioner wants to speak with you."

Eleanor rose and opened the door. A man in his late fifties stood with calm eyes and a slight frown.

"Hello, Mr. Commissioner," she greeted politely.

He nodded. "I’ve heard the full story from Anatoly. He’s a close friend, and I owe you my thanks for saving his life. I’ll honour your request... your name will stay out of every report."

He hesitated before adding, "But I must ask... how did you sense a sniper attack before the shot was even shattered glass?"

Eleanor gave him a faint smile, her voice cool and laced with steel. "If you had two hundred and thirty billion dollars under your name, you’d start sensing a lot of things."

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