Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 415 - Some Initiatives Are Subjectively Sweeter Than Others

Chapter 415: Chapter 415 - Some Initiatives Are Subjectively Sweeter Than Others

The expression I stare at grew frostier, but still not *angry*. Reading the neutral, selfish motives of good people is an important skill for a royal to develop.

Knowing how to use and move people to your advantage meant knowing what they wanted in life. From others, from you, from themselves.

The sole werewolf doctor I’ve met here, one that specializes in the fertility of her kind? With a child that has mutated specifically thanks to the desire of their Lunar Goddess, said to be the new bloodline meant to fix whatever problems they had set in motion...

> Her overall ethics may be solid when it comes to the healer’s oath, but the reality is this represents an opportunity for study that she would be remiss to pass up. <

I will not ignore that she was not immediately open with me about that craving. She may have only used it to screen for diseases. She may not have.

However, no matter what promises someone makes about their intended use of something they have taken from you, being clear about the potentials is better. You do not easily allow an alcoholic access to things they can abuse without a clear mind and truth.

Nor should you allow the same of someone whose ambition, their ’poison’... is in the search of cures. However, soon enough the standoff between us broke when the brave doctor finally looked away.

Not down, not submissive, but toward the door.

"I’m calling Kyrie in here to talk sense into you."

"That’s fine. I welcome it."

My agreement also surprised her, but I’m not sure why this time. If I truly lost control, having someone present who could possibly restrain me without dying in the attempt was... prudent.

> I might snap if *she* were to ever hurt him what looks like intentionally. But there isn’t a cell in my body that actually thinks she would. It’s better for her to be here. <

With a loud call of her name down the corridor, the white-haired woman was in the doorway in no time flat. Entered the examination room with alert eyes and partially transformed arms.

Despite the tension of the situation, I found myself thinking back to that challenge I’d given her. To her silly attempt to practice forming just the wolven ears and tail, all because I had coerced her with the potential of sex.

And somehow from linking that to this, I knew immediately that I was not going to be ’talked down’. I was going to be *sided with*. Somehow, that made me a bit anxious.

Because it wasn’t just that I am being as stubborn as she can be. It was her... believing in me.

"What’s happening?"

"Your declared mate insists on performing the blood draw on her son herself. I’ve explained the risks and why I should be the one to do it. She’s not backing down."

Brown eyes looked to me, searching as if she would prop me up - or help me climb down from the cliff I didn’t mean to walk out toward. But because I met her eyes without flinching-

"Can you teach her?"

I could hear the sound of teeth grind and squeak together when Dr. Lang’s jaw tightened. I see. She can’t get too angry at me because I am being unreasonable.

But the ’voice of reason’ is being insane in her mind. So her unwise Alpha is a fair opponent, unlike myself.

"It’s a jugular stick on a three-week-old pup. Not exactly beginner material."

"But *can* you teach her? She will practice on me first. I’ll heal back easily."

Shoulders drooped at that assertion. The old she-wolf looked between us like we were the most ignorant set of children before sighing like we were the most disappointing ones.

"Yes. I can and will teach her. But I want it on record that all of this is against my medical judgment. You are not allowed to blame me if she fails and causes harm."

"Noted."

"We’re taking your blood first, Ms. Lomdi. Humanoid, hybrid, and wolf. If you are allowing me to research, I may as well run everything before you change your mind." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

I handed the pup to the Alpha without fuss before extending my arm. Forcing off Tolerance, I felt the temperature as her gloved hands wrapped the rubber tourniquet around my upper arm and palpated inside my elbow to express the veins below.

"Make a fist. Good."

She scrubbed the spot with alcohol. It felt biting cold with the system’s ability disabled. The stick of the straight needle felt like she said, a sudden sharp pinch that hurt a little more than Claire trying to be angry at me.

One after another, tubes with different colored caps were slammed into the holder as she stabilized it, with a little click then hiss as dark blood filled them. By the fifth, it became clear that *someone* was getting nervous.

"How much are you taking? She just bled a lot this morning."

Kyrie asked aloud when she inserted the eighth, after pacing in one direction and back. I guess I had not considered that, but I feel fine and have eaten plenty since we returned.

"Enough to be thorough. I need serum, plasma, whole blood for DNA sequencing, and enough left over to freeze for future assays. Roughly sixty to seventy milliliters per form. She won’t even miss it, blood donations are a whole pint."

"So about half a liter. And you’re taking a quarter of one."

"Your mental math is as sharp as always."

The doctor had already taken the needle out and applied pressure long enough for my regeneration to seal the wound. Sorting the vials between a stand up rack, some sort of thing that kept the vials rocking back and forth, and what seems to be an electronically chilled cooler.

"You remember how to use the software for the label printer from when you interned with me, yes? Get to work if you want to help, because making my patient more nervous-"

"She’s doing a good job, actually. Very distracting to watch."

For some reason, both of them just sighed at me and shook their heads. I take the hand off the side of my face and try to lose the smile I’d held before I began to look around the room we were in.

"Alright, now lets take samples from your wolf form."

...And came to the conclusion that I’m not sure the doctor had.

"Won’t fit. Not without knocking over your equipment."

Eyeing me, she looks to her Alpha, the woman holding our pup in one arm while typing away on a keyboard with the other. She didn’t look back, just clicked a few things with the computer’s mouse.

"Is that true?"

"Hm? Oh. Yes, you should probably go into the hallway for this. I’ll print four sets, okay?"

"Print five, I heard you were hypothermic recently. There’s no sense wasting your blood if she is going to learn the procedure on you."

I’d stood to my feet, but wobbled a little. Not from blood loss - from the implications of her *wanting* to test her. Who exactly was she worried about making me anxious!

"So there might be complications, you mean?"

"We don’t exactly have a lot of data on situations like that for our species. Most of us are smart enough not to stay out so long that our stamina actually fails us. And the ones that aren’t, well, don’t usually make it back."

Another small standoff ensues after my question is answered, as I catch a white haired beauty’s gaze. Though she looks away much quicker than the doctor.

Her head still high, but her brown eyes looking toward the ceiling. Shameless.

"She’s probably fine, but checking for the usual human concerns of toxically high levels of myoglobin from broken down muscle tissue affecting the kidneys... or possibly excessive potassium levels if they are already clogged that might lead to a sudden heart attack."

"How much blood do I need to take from her?"

"Three minimum. Green, Gold, Purple tops. Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?"

Tearing my eyes away from Kyrie, I meet the doctor’s.

"You show me how to do it for her, now. Hers get your tests first."

"For what it’s worth, I am the medical professional meant to be in charge here. If I suspected she was in danger, I would already have an IV planted in her to hydrate and flush her kidneys. But our bodies are usually quite excellent at ridding itself of problematic chemical- oh for the love of..."

Covering her forehead and slicking back her graying hair, Dr. Lang had clearly had enough of our antics. For a white tail had accidentally knocked over a pamphlet display as the CEO of Lunarizon Industries eagerly transformed.

She picked my son back up where she placed him carefully in her mouth to bring him over to me. While ’heeling’ at my side like I’d seen some dogs do for their owners at the park.

My free hand eventually twitched and fell on her neck. Fingers curling, stroking back and forth.

> It’s only fair to return the grooming scratches I was given. Even if I’d never asked for them... <