Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 379 - An Immunity To Tricks Would Be Great

Something in her eyes gave me pause from saying no again. A sort of longing. An almost maternal concern. A Goddess’s voice was almost pleading.

If she truly wanted to harm us, would she ask permission? If she were as powerful as she seemed, could I even truly stop her? I’d try, but could I?

"No touching."

I warned, probably ineffectively, while picking him up. My son immediately went for his sole desire in life, not caring in the slightest that the texture of my skin is different. Only that milk comes out.

Sitting down on the table, the Lunar Goddess actually kneels in front of us. Her softened expression was extremely... creepy, considering all of the circumstances. Especially when the Mira-like voice whispered.

"Beautiful. Perfect..."

For a while, we seemed just like two women looking at a newborn and only that. Then her hand began to rise, a subtle silver glow emanating from her fingertips, and I caught her offending wrist in a crushing grip. my partially shifted muscles providing inhuman strength.

"I said no touching."

The goddess met my gaze against the inhuman strength I bore down on my poor acquaintance’s body. Challenge flaring in those silver eyes. But no surprise.

"I meant only to bless him."

"He has *my* blessing. It’s enough."

As we remained locked in that position, the light around her hand intensified until it crawled up and onto mine. Frosty, then burning - a feeling that ignored my Tolerance spread up my arm from where I held on.

A tingling sensation that raced through my veins much different from adrenaline. Much different from the electrifying sense of touching Kyrie for the first few times. This one *wanted* me to let go, not scared me into it.

"As you wish."

Finally, she nodded and I released her. Trusting, perhaps too much, in her overall behavior and those of her kind. She rubbed her wrist before showing off where my claws had... left marks.

That shouldn’t have happened. Not because I wasn’t trying. But because... well just because. If any mortal creature could harm even a temporary avatar of divinity, then they would have to be greatly weakened.

As that feeling all over me started to settle in my chest, I realize I may have been ’had’. She never broke her promise, really. She just used her anticipations to give what she wanted to give... to me instead.

"You are more than I anticipated, Citra Lomdi. Perhaps that is good. He will need strength on his side in the world to come. A child is nothing without a caring mother. I believe both you and Helene Duskpaw knew that fact quite well. As well as what mere superficial ’caring’ is."

Her hand was on the doorknob when I blinked. A wave and a smile my way, before she started to open the door paused for a moment, then left as Vrika began to stir again.

Only to knock again on the other side. The exact same pattern as before.

"I may have been having some harmless fun with this day, but keep in mind that things I said were not lies. The white wolf searches for you, Princess. Relentless. Determined. It’s why she has always been *my* favorite."

My heart clenched at the second mention of Kyrie. Holding just a little tighter onto the soft fur in my arms, while my whole body softens back into a normal human-form werewolf, I dive back down and also hug extremely tightly onto Vrika.

> Looking for me, in this weather? She... she wouldn’t. Right? <

"Stop..."

I whisper and she answers. Her voice still carrying like she is right beside me, even past the thick metal and rubber seals between us.

"I’m not helping her any more than others, I swear. But she will find you eventually, so long as the two of you survive. What then? Will you run once more - in circles forever until she exhausts herself for good?"

I looked away from my son. Feeling guilt that I didn’t want to share. Feeling things that I don’t want him to bear, to ever grow up with. I don’t know how I’ll ever teach him to be anything other than what my world taught me to be.

"That’s my concern. Not yours."

"Perhaps. But many things that used to concern you may be more meaningless to fear than you ever thoughts. Rules of all kinds are changing, after all. For some people - for the silly Chosen and their new Packs - they come in fantastic forms."

She opened the door a crack once more and my eyes widened at what I saw. The barrel of a projectile weapon - a silver net launcher if I’m not mistaken.

I tried to shift forms and move but it felt like she was moving faster than even inhumanly possible. Or like she made me move slower...

"And for my desperate gambit, I should be allowed to bend some too. Your soul already rewrote the weaknesses for him. Paying back that... debt, is only fair."

She closed the door on me while I was curled over the child, frantically tearing away the wire from where it touched his fur. It was not just the metal my body instinctively feared. But the scent of an extremely potent mixture of wolfsbane coating it that drove me.

But my hand did not burn, my lungs did not complain, and most importantly of all...

"I hate her. Did she think I wouldn’t believe her if she just told me?"

Refusing to admit to myself that I very well may not have, and would have been too scared to ever experiment with his life, I stroke the nursing pup desperately.

So relieved that it is unharmed. More than I’d ever been for any creature.

> Yes. They are like that sometimes in my world, too. <

To distract myself from this deep, consuming *maternal care*... I share memories with my wolf. My experiences with deities given to Vrika, who had been just as bullied as I had in this encounter.

And talking long into the night, as I paced, ate, fed, and just laid around with my son... I slowly unwound that feeling of dread in my heart that demanded I try and do something to find her.

Thanks to a black wolf that has a bit more faith in the Rimecoat Alpha’s sanity than I do.

Unless it’s just lying to make me feel better? Which would not surprise me any longer. It’s learning too much from me!

That only makes me more terrified of teaching my son the wrong things.