Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 340 - [K] Always Feed After Midnight

Chapter 340: Chapter 340 - [K] Always Feed After Midnight

A/N: Long single Chapter these next two, didn’t feel like padding it just to break into two~ Sorry future FP users...

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***[POV: Cooked & Cleaned, Kyrie]***

Sleep was impossible for long, after what had just happened between us. Though it took a while to get moving with the comfort of holding her next to me. Her temperature... why is it so perfect?

"Maybe... so I don’t want to ever let her go? Goddess, help me..."

Logically, I know the real answer has to do with her illogical ’system’. But it doesn’t make things easier when her long, dark hair is down and covering as much of my skin as hers.

She still clung to me, and carefully rolling her over is a surprise, in that she doesn’t even twitch. I would have expected her to panic and bolt away. Instead, it feels like I’m the one doing that in slow motion.

With the taste of her still on my lips. With her wild scent embedded so deeply in my skin, that even the shower I go to take in the guest bedroom feels like it would not wash it away completely.

I try and ignore the suitcase that was in there, though I can’t help but see the rest of her lingerie that she... didn’t bother with. As well as that strange white dickey that seemed slightly mismatched in the outfit she wore to dinner.

"Are they in fashion again? Maybe she discovered them while modeling..."

⧖ ☾ ❄ ☽ ⧖

After standing inside my own doorway for a few minutes just watching her breathe peacefully, feeling fulfilled from the experience but also wanting more... for this to keep happening forever and for her not to leave in the morning...

I end up trying to get some work done instead.

Using my tablet and sitting in the study nook, I look through the data Claire collected. Business interests of our company that will be easiest to divest, with tangible and usable capital or credit. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Because I’ve been treating this like a life or death situation for everyone, all the wealth and legal ownership of business entities in the world won’t count for much if ’society’ dies. And if it doesn’t completely?

"Then we’ll be lucky for it and I’ll just start over again. Until then, I will stockpile the essentials in any way I can, by getting rid of anything I can. Even if that means I am being unfair."

Pack comes first.

But we still have enough property throughout the city to use as staging areas for helping the humans. I’ve marked special preference to the ones with close access to the tunnels that lead to the understructure of the tower.

I’d want to have rapid defense forces and routes ready to protect the supplies, depending on how things go. There’s no telling what sort of lawlessness may develop if we’re not careful. I’ll have to get the hunters on board.

The next report, I’ve stressed over just a bit. Enough fuel tanks are buried to provide heat and energy for quite some time. Or maybe blow up half the surrounding blocks if this situation is not just ’cold’ as she thinks.

All of this is... important, but still the wolf in my heart paced restlessly for other reasons. It didn’t understand why I am in here and not in there. Why, after she allowed that, I have not taken it as a sign.

To complete the bond. To mark her as mine.

"Do I understand it either...?"

Murmuring to myself, I cover my eyes against the too bright red digital clock shining above me. But not before I saw that it showed 12:47 AM, meaning I’ve been at this for more than a half hour while she still lays there in our mess.

I’d almost convinced myself that I could go back in and slip into my bed next to her, without losing myself, when I heard movement. Soft footsteps on the kitchen tile. An opening of the refrigerator door and a clink of something being moved.

Slowly, I got up and found her bathed in the refrigerator’s light, still wearing nothing. I could see the kiss marks I’d left on her neck and collarbone. Scratches on her back and glutes that looked painful.

Her dark hair was wild and untamed... and she was muttering something about propriety and guest hospitality to ’Vrika’. The name she admitted at dinner she called her wolf, who she seems to have... a different sort of relationship with than I do with mine.

Not that I’m jealous. Much.

"Midnight snack?"

She spun around at my soft question, clutching an open jar of garlic butter against her bare chest. My mouth went dry watching her hips sway and take a stance. Her chin lifted in that defiant way that made me want to pin her down...

And show her what happens to mates who keep *showing* that spot to those who want them. Already, I’ve stepped closer while watching how the blue flickers in her eyes begin as she took in my own nudity.

I don’t usually loaf around my apartment like this, but my clothes are-

"I was hungry. Are you saying I can’t eat what’s in here?"

"No, I’m saying I could make you something more substantial than a condiment."

"You cook?"

Her stomach growled audibly before her eyes flicked to my chest, even lower, then back to my face. When she licked her lips, I’m not sure if its because she is thinking of me - or because she actually took a sip out of that opened jar before I caught her...

"I can make an omelet at least. If you want to grab a shower while I prep?"

Growing any closer to her while I moved to the stove was difficult. It felt like both of us were aware of every inch of distance. But she didn’t take my suggestion, just hopped up and sat high on the kitchen island behind me to watch as I put on an apron hanging nearby.

I gathered three... then six eggs and some pre-diced vegetables from the fridge. Trying to focus on cooking rather than the way she was perched on my things like they were hers. To not smile and suggest I am proud of that behavior.

"In my world, I had many lovers over my years. Sometimes more than one at once. Such social behaviors seem to be far more acceptable here than there."

Hearing her start more conversation once I’d cracked a half dozen eggs into a big bowl, my hands stilled on the hand mixer. A voice that held that edge to it, similar to when she was trying to pass herself off as interested only in my wealth earlier this evening.

It felt like she was saying it as a test to see how it would hurt me. But everyone has a past. Innocence and its naivety are a different concept from purity... and I’ve never been deluded into thinking she could be summed up so simply by any of those words.

"Merchant daughters, mostly. Wealthy, beautiful, bored. I was quite good at seducing them into pleasures between willing women. At taking what I wanted and leaving their rooms before we were caught."

I resumed putting on the whisk attachment, considering why she is saying this. Another attempt to frame herself as shallow? Or more honesty, to explain about how she wants to pretend to be emotionally unavailable...

"Is that what you think happened here? You seduced your way into my life?"

"My charm immediately got me things I wanted or needed from you. Nothing more complicated than that, if you don’t include the... Fox Princess in a Werewolf you are Fated to side of things. And the Apocalypse System..."

I started the vegetables in a heated pan, then turned to face her fully. She was close enough at this point that her lovely feet could have reached out and touched my back just now.

That I could step between her partially open thighs and slowly swinging legs. If I wanted that more than I wanted her to hear me.

"I include everything when I think of you, Citra."

Eyes widening, pink colored her cheeks as she sunk into herself. Pulling in her arms and feet, squirming up on the counter from my direct words... and making my wolf delighted and ferocious all at once.

But I turned back to the omelet and away from that fleeting purity of hers.

Waiting for the best moment to add in the veggies. Focused on it like getting it perfect was the key to the universe or her heart, which sometimes feel like the same thing. So much attention being spent on actions that her whisper quiet voice *could* have been my imagination.

"...you don’t know everything, and even if you did... things would still end. Eventually. Somehow."

When I eventually plated the omelet, I moved with a fork in hand to lean on the island. Directly beside her, not in front. Not asking about what she might have meant by saying something too quietly for even most werewolves to hear.

I reached up to tuck her black hair behind her ears... and she flinched before allowing it to continue. I wanted to tell her that I would not be driven away so easily. That I was different than whatever she is concerned about.

But all I could do was quietly let my future mate try her best to ruin something that she seems terrified she might not be ’allowed’ to keep. Using the fork to section off a piece, I poke it and hold it up while blowing on the steaming food.

"Let me know what you think. Of the food."

Again her eyes glow so fiercely blue, like living sapphires that distrust everything I do. But she takes the bite I offered... then she took the plate with shaking hands, not meeting my eyes and without asking me to move further away.

"It’s acceptable."

She ate in silence after the not-quite praise and I contented myself with watching her. The unconscious way she savored each bite with a clear satisfaction almost made me reach out.

To hug her to my chest. Kiss her softly and taste the linger of eggs and spinach on her tongue. All to see if I can melt that block of ice she keeps freezing her own hopes inside.

And while I was rinsing off the finished to the last moist crumb dish, when I heard her feet land on tile and felt the pair of soft and wonderful breasts of the only partner there can be for me press into my back...

Feel her clutch the healing bite on my arm and her tender lips kiss the center of my tattoo...

I could almost imagine I’d done so. Melted her in a way that can mix with me, if only for a moment. Before whatever it was flash-froze that part of her again.

Causing her to stalk off just short of dashing into my bedroom... and lock the door!