Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 375 - Unusual Conclave For An Uncommon Pup

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 - Unusual Conclave For An Uncommon Pup

Dark, velvety fur drying gradually in my arms was like a tiny piece of the firmament in my arms... and this werewolf brain and body seemed affected by his very scent. My own needs stimulated by an offsprings frustrated yips.

His nose had not found where it needs while rooting in my fur towards the source of milk. When I guide him carefully, feeling his rapid heartbeat against my skin. For one perfect moment, there was only us.

And then the little bastard latched its sharp fangs like a vice and cleared my head for a second and a half.

> I can *think* it, I know his father! <

But as painful as it was at first, that need in my chest relaxed as a deep sensation of *pull* began. The foremilk I’d been producing that kept my bust so tender finds its use. I curl over the pup as it nurses, giving it as much ’den’ as possible.

It treads its paws against my wolven breast and I keep cleaning, trying to make sure no speck of dirt, film of fluid, or anything at all degrades my child. Only thinly able to appreciate that I feel any kind of connection beyond my original promise to this little being. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The next instinct is even less... humanly pleasant, but the core of me knows I have to do it. When it finishes its first nurse, it wriggles uncomfortably now that it is full. I flip it onto its back and it doesn’t struggle at all as my rough tongue massages to stimulate its ability to-

I turn my face at a concerning sound echoing through the caves then continue to clean what my son’s bladder has done. Gradually realizing, even through my muddled instincts to care for this being... that danger is approaching.

But my legs aren’t cooperating. Vrika is trying to heal, but the exhaustion of birth, the blood loss, the shaking aftermath - my body refuses to stand. Or even crawl away properly after hearing howls.

All I can do is curl tighter around the pup already sleeping and listen. As the sounds grow closer. As a scent, familiar to Helene, makes every hair on my neck stand on end and my lips pull back from my fangs.

> Jace. <

I hear the vicious snarl and scratch of claws on stone, already close. Then the noise of something like an explosion, a yelp of pain, and the sound of meaty flesh landing further away.

Shards of rock rain and patter against the ground as a cloud of dust is sucked down my escape tunnel towards the air filtration container. And beneath that, the crisp, bloody snow scent of Kyrie Voss.

Heavy paws approach. A low, rumbling growl away from me. It turn my head to see white fur, her back to mine and arm held out to block my view. No, to block the view of the others.

More scrabbling through the tunnels became clear, the scent of almost a dozen other werewolves. A few of them particularly familiar, but most of them unknown.

The first one to enter the chamber was a stranger. An older male with yellow glowing eyes and gray streaking his dusky-brown muzzle. Those eyes widened when he scented the air.

And he transformed, making me wish he really hadn’t.

> Stupid human genitalia, why can it not be retracted like most other animals?! <

Vrika somewhat agrees, but unhelpfully impresses on me its own sense of being contracted with male hosts over the years. My head is not exactly in a state to appreciate its feelings about the physicality of it - and it never will be!

"There’s a female here. She’s just... given birth."

More wolves crowded in behind him, some of them transforming back immediately. Others remaining more wary than that. Thanks to the presence of my guardian.

Hard to tell exactly, since they are farther away and her back looks so large right next to me... but she feels just a bit bigger than any of them. In her hybrid form, at least. The fact that I find that reassuring must only be because I feel so weak.

> Stop swooning. I’m already emotional, I’ll cry. No one wants to see a crying werewolf! <

I recognized some of them from Helene’s memories - and from research on the hunter’s forum. Alphas and Betas of the six regional packs. Including the one who led this body’s little backwoods crew of ’Frontier Living’ LARPers.

His blue eyes meet mine for only a second, then they look over to his second-in-command like a signal as they both fan out in opposite directions around the cave.

Well. That’s going to be a clear problem.

"Voss. Exactly what is going on here?"

One I’ve never met speaks to her - the one who had reddish fur and dark brown glow to his eyes, like Zoé . She growls and seems to reluctantly release her transformation.

In all except her... torso and head? She can keep her legs like that? Looks rather uncomfortable.

> No, focus. My son is making noises and they’ll hear- <

"All of you should leave now before I lose my patience. You are bothering my mate and my child."

"YOURS?!"

Pushing through the crowd with murder in his glowing eyes, Jace made his un-valiant return. And I couldn’t tell whether he was more infuriated that the silly CEO was trying to claim either the child or both of us in the middle of all this.

Huffing a sigh, I look down at what I’ve hidden in my arms. The twitching, kicking little few pound ball of fur and skin. They might be able to smell it, might recognize the sounds it has been making... but none of them have *seen* it yet.

> I really hope he grows up nothing like that man. No, I’ll make sure of it. But for now, I really need you to get me the ability to speak! <

"I made it clear that this woman is under Rimecoat protection. Yet you’ve pushed, and pushed. You’ve allowed a monster in your midst to use rogues to assault the dealings of other packs. To foment-"

She pointed, in her very articulate argument, at the two black-furred hybrids still circling towards a pincer... when I finally stood. Wobbly as can be, I ignore the feeling of the remaining afterbirth dropping with a wet sound.

But no one else does.

All the different colored glows, like so many twin stars in the darkness of the cavern. They spin toward me in the midst of the ever blue glow of Apocalypse system at my periphery. Widening, blinking, squinting.

"Helene... what is that... abomination!"

"Witch. You birthed that in this sacred-"

"A miracle!"

"Back away from her."

The command cut through the three who made their sides clear as she crouched and fur began to spread over her skin again. I don’t care about the father’s opinion, but to call any child that... why does it hurt this much?

"You have no rights here. She is mine, carrying what is mine. The child is mine. And if you or anyone else tries to touch either of them, now or later, I will make you and those working under your orders regret drawing breath."

Chad’s father, the Duskpaw Beta that enabled his son’s creepy behavior, lunged when she sat her eyes on the still approaching Alpha. Without even looking her claws found the side of his throat and underneath an armpit, flinging his momentum into the other black wolf.

And I turned my face from all that and took a step away. Trembling human-form steps toward the trapped corridor. Away from that moment of need to explain myself that had made me shift back in the first place.

> I never wanted to argue against, or for, the meaning and mutation of this child. <

I never wanted to repeatedly lie to myself on every heartbeat.

That I wished she would not... have said all of that.