Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 412 - Soft To Speak Surrenders

The biological situation of feeding a pup was an easy adjustment to make in my life. It all came natural enough, once it was said and done. Sticking silicone flanges that warmed up to increase flow on both of my nipples?

As expected, that was indeed the point I felt like livestock.

With a loud thrum that almost rattled the floor as the high torque motor drew it out of me, nothing like the suckling of my son... it didn’t help my sensibilities when the first bottle filled so quick.

Or that the second one almost filled, even after feeding him so recently.

> We will blame it on the advice in the instructions. It told me to stare at him to start the let-down. To activate hormones in me. I was just eager to feed my son. <

And from the looks of the amount, probably a whole litter of other pups! My chest felt almost light now, after being left hollowed out by the missing milk. Much emptier than my son had ever left me.

Two bottles sat on the kitchen counter in a neat row. Each filled with near eight ounces of thick milk that had taken nearly an hour total of setup, practice, and discomfort to produce.

Swirling the separating, yellow tinted liquid around in the container makes me feel like it has the consistency of... a melted milkshake. Which is mildly disconcerting just because of the videos I watched of human women using *their* version of these devices.

"Better get them chilled." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

I didn’t really want to go back up on the roof, so I’d spent the afternoon before this milking... ruining her living room. Pushing everything necessary out of the way until I could fit my shipping container in here.

> Luckily she stashed it away again. Not that I thought she would leave it sitting in the lobby like I did. <

I wonder if she appreciated that? Letting them see I had the power to do this...

And letting them see she had a form of it too. Maybe I could have discussed it with her first.

Patting the reinforced door as I made my way inside, I stuff the bottles in her fridge. Which I may have unplugged and moved in here without asking that, either.

But I’m not about to rely on their power infrastructure when I have my own. Besides, it was pretty much empty anyway!

"I’m saving them energy by taking it for my own needs. Of course."

I look at the bed where my son laid, sat down awkwardly for a minute to nuzzle him, then finally put on a pair of light blue shorts. I hadn’t wanted to get milk on anything in case of an accident... and it was highly likely I’d have to fight my way out of the tower in bad situations.

> Tolerance to temperature is giving me terrible social habits. My servants would be so disappointed in me, running around without clothes any time other than when I sleep. <

Strolling back to the Lunarizon made milker, I attach the tubes into the auto-cleaning docking station and hit the button to start before hopping to a seat on the counter. Steam starts to travel through them, pulling away some of the residual fat before an ’enzymatic foam’ boiled through.

Finally, they air dried themselves. Just like the first time I saw this process. Because running it through a cleaning cycle before use was suggested and I saw no reason to skip that health safety step.

"Technology is useful. Though... it’s mostly solving problems that trying to use technology instead of nature in the first place... is causing..."

The words came out to an empty kitchen and I kind of felt myself zoning out after speaking. I’m not sure how long passed by as I sat there, before hearing the ding of the elevator.

Rolling over the counter edge and onto the floor, my insides all contract and expand in the way that my world’s version of a partial shift goes. Except I still can’t stop claws from coming out when I’m feeling emotional.

Orange ringed glow finds me right as she steps into view. The external defense against the potential threat swiftly becomes an internal defense against this... posture. I suppose I could pretend I was doing yoga?

"Sorry to startle you."

> Damnit, I took too long to react. <

Her white hair was cleaner than earlier. By the scent of soap... from what must have been a quick shower. This Alpha had also changed into a set of military looking ’fatigues’. It was a look I’d never seen on her - but so was standing around covered in my blood.

> I had plenty of towels when she went to get that jacket, why didn’t she wipe off even a little? <

Claire had brought the feed up on her tablet for the lobby camera as we ascended. So I got to see her berserk looking speech hours earlier... and I was still just a little concerned for her sanity. After being beaten down with her friend’s admissions.

"Did you manage to rest at all?"

"No. Not really. I was... busy."

Eyes looked past me at my answer - and likely saw the ’new machine’ in her kitchen. Put where the fridge used to be. Because I thought I had a sense of humor, placing the pup’s food bottler where food used to be stored.

I hadn’t really expected to, but I feel insanely self-conscious now that she is *aware* of what I’d been doing. To the point that I can’t tell whether I want to curl up and whimper so she leaves me alone - or so she comes over and hugs me.

Getting used to her being near while feeding? It had taken a few moments at the LTER station, but I hadn’t really been all that scared to try. Yet, thinking of her watching me use *that*?

> Nope. No no no. It will not happen. I swear it. <

"I see. I should have checked. If I’d seen that you had taken out your things, then I could have used the open space to handle a few tasks. Maybe you should turn your phone back on so we can stay in contact again?"

"...Maybe. Or I can try an experimental procedure that puts something right on the side of my skull. That sounds much better, hm?"

Lashing out a bit as I stand, all while trying my hardest not to intentionally appear too... *graceful* and flexible in only a pair of shorts - I look down my nose at the Alpha who had imperiled her own safety with so many silly risks.

But of course she just smiles easily!

"If you’d like that, we can arrange it. But I have a feeling you are trying to say something else, Princess."

"Just a feeling."

"Mhm. A feeling."

One of her arms spread out a bit to her side. The hand of the other raised up and... *beckoned* for me to come over. Crossing my own arms under my chest with claws digging into my biceps is my reaction to that.

> If she wants to show me attention, she can come over here and take it. Uh, er. Wait, is she reading my- <

Freezing up - and definitely not just *allowing* her to pull me into her side - she starts us walking towards my container sitting boldly in her living room. Without even seeming surprised.

Am I predictable or is she just... not bothering anymore?

"Our only resident werewolf medical doctor, officially anyway, actually did want to take another look at me. Considering what I’ve been through. She’d also really like to finally have that follow-up examination to check on you, Citra. I think it’s a good idea, too."

"I’m fine. I told you I have an ability that-"

Arguing back while she sat me down on the bed, I shiver and curl my toes when her hand cups my chin. And feel heat bloom intensely on my face when she looks toward our son with just the softest expression.

The kind of look I’d hope that my child pictures in the future, when thinking of me.

"I believe you. But it’s not just about *me* believing you. As simple as that would have made everything. So I think we should go down and see her."

Curse her hand.

"...When are we all going?"

Curse it to keep those gentle, affectionate little motions going. On me. On this child.

> ...And curse me to keep liking it for... for a long time. <