Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 366 - Focus On The Aftermath

Silhouetted above me was the strange red of everything around us glinting off pure white fur. I’d never seen her full hybrid form, but it is easily as terrifying as it is beautiful to me right now. The dangerous feral rage emanating from her and the orange eyes looking down.

Seared with fiery extra details from the reflected pinpricks of the emergency lights. My chest heaved a heavy sigh and I close my eyes, perhaps too slowly or too suddenly? All I know is that seemed to set her off.

"Alpha, wait-"

The woman’s voice cut off with a scream.

> Stupid. Shouldn’t have let their spirit flee in cowardice, but yes, also should have already been on the floor with her stomach showing. No, that’s not what we are doing. <

When I look over, she is still standing, shivering against the wall with her arm missing below her blood dripping elbow. The culprit... has already moved on. So I understand well enough she is taking her rage out, but has not lost her mind entirely.

> Maiming each of them is a step I did not expect. <

Only one of them resists, after seeing the other two lose parts that will never grow back. A snarl and a growl from the werewolf I kneed. I think. It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I can ask him. Not after what I believe is called a lariat launched him into the wall.

Well, not after the fourth time she clutched his skull and rammed it into the concrete. Because I watched as he bit his own tongue off that time, judging from the amount of blood falling out of his unconscious mouth.

The whole time I drag my eyes around, I also try to pull my focus back to breaking our hybridization. Vrika doesn’t want to leave me alone, but this silver thing around my neck and the warm corpse above me is not my idea of safety.

> I need human proportions again. <

Fur receded into skin that was already showing the angry red lines of healing wounds, the burning sensation on my neck and the other kind in my shoulder, where that she-wolf had bitten deepest, was different from the usual healthy cracks and shifts of internal parts.

But | Guardian’s Composure | was helping. I’ve pretended to be calm when royal guards cut down assassins, but I’m not pretending right now. Feeling only a sort of solace as the stretched silver mail loosened a bit around my throat, it still ached where the anathema metal had broken my skin.

I reached up with shaking hands to try and work it free, but my fingers slipped on blood - mine or Damien’s, I couldn’t tell anymore. That thought does make the human-minded side of me a little queasy.

What sort of diseases did this trash collapsed on me possibly have? Will | Matron’s Monitor | warn me of things like that?

"Stop moving."

Kyrie’s voice was barely recognizable. Because she spoke before her throat was entirely back to normal. Like gravel tumbling in a sandstorm through the cavern of her gullet as she transformed most of herself back.

But her clawed hands were already there, getting a hand under the tooth holed and held piece of clothing. The smooth side of those sharp points traced delicately on my bloodied skin as she got a grip on the neckwear and on his snout.

Jerking out the teeth and splattering more of her... our enemy’s lifeblood over both of us. I’m slightly afraid that when I look around the entire place will look like a butcher’s shop or slaughterhouse.

After all, it sounded like there were a lot more than only the extra three sets of feet that came in helping Damien. Waiting outside that door she came through *was* many more. Did they flee or were they slammed into walls as she hit the door? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Can you stand?"

I tested my fingers and my toes. Everything else hurt, but nothing felt broken. The scratches down my back were already knitting closed... even with Vrika trying not to fawn and whimper about her proximity and just do its duty.

"Yes. I believe so."

Even the deeper wounds were clotting over for now thanks to the regenerative healing. My throat should have felt more raw from howling.

And whatever other sounds I’d made in pain and savage thoughts. - I couldn’t quite remember anymore. It felt like I was fighting for hours and seconds all at once, but logically I know it couldn’t have been that long or short.

Orange eyes met mine, still feral at the edges. Or maybe that’s just my opinion due to the dark stains in her hair and bare chest. Of course, she remains hovering and kneeling over me like she is here to save me - and wouldn’t let anyone get close to hurt me. Or take *her* job.

"Citra, I-"

"Don’t."

I shook my head to cut her off. Because I couldn’t handle whatever she might be about to say. Apology for it happening, justification for her lethality, a simple admission that she is glad I’m ’alright’ - none of it mattered right now.

My hands found the tattered remains of my dress and ripped what little remained off. I’ll never be wearing that one again anyway. My decisive action seems to confuse her for a second, and she looks at my exposure and wounds with clear concern.

Until many heavy footsteps beyond the destroyed door change her again. Flipping about, one hand on the ground and two legs coiled on my other side, her head snapped that way as her snout elongated quicker than I’d seen other werewolves do it.

But not quicker than I can.

> Let me have that. Stop pointing out that she is stronger and faster once actually shifted! It is not constructive criticism... <

I berate the wolf in my soul, even as I cling to it - hugging on top of its spine in my old body’s form. Like I have been doing since our separation in my mindscape. Trying not to think too much about how I don’t want to let go.

The growl of the white werewolf ended the moment I thought it would, because who appeared first in the doorway was her Beta, calling her name. His eyes lingered on Damien’s body, flicked toward the other gravely hurt Rimecoat members, before settling their glow on me.

"Lodestar: Medical team, clear to approach."

Speaking to his own earpiece, he gestures toward the many others behind him that start filing in carefully. Dragging out the three into the corridor to give us the room alone. The CEO once again became... mostly human as they worked.

But I noted that none of them wanted anything to do with the ’fresh kill’ of their kind. It was certainly a violent death, even as expected as it might have been. In this situation of his own making.

> Yes, and Chad’s. No need to show me that jerk’s face. But evil offers are not accepted by good people. <

I refuse to undermine the idea that Damien... whatever that last name was, would have been a problem no matter what and attribute any of his actions only to some ’greater evil’. Nor will I mourn what happened.

"Claire’s already locked down all elevator access and is scouring security footage. The humans involved fled through the service entrance but we have them on camera."

"Good. Get those three to holding. Separate cells. No communication with anyone. Until I decide what to do with them."

"And him?"

"...You don’t happen to have a giant snake in the city that will eat carrion, do you?"

Both of them looked at me like I’d grown a second head and not like it was a perfectly valid question to ask in this world.