Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 417 - Making Things Easier, Making Things Meaningful

Chapter 417: Chapter 417 - Making Things Easier, Making Things Meaningful

The system may be in my ’vision’, but it doesn’t need my lids to be parted. I can even see it in my soul. And the jerk of a *helper* finally got off of its patient ass to respond to my need when I took the breath.

Almost like my mindscape became ’picture-in-picture’ with reality. A miniature white wolf floated in front of my sight... while the original is also literally right in front of me. A bit different than seeing double?

The image of the Monitor’s target finally twisted and zoomed to a perpendicular angle where I could see exactly what I was doing... and | Guardian’s Composure | also took on its purpose. Erasing all my hesitation and accentuating the confidence I held in myself as I aimed.

All said, the needle pierced and the red hint she spoke of appeared in the plastic. The visual I saw followed it close, melting into her skin like the finest scalpel had taken a cross section for a camera to view...

> Just like the medical diagrams and displays that hang on the walls in this very room. <

I could see the piece of metal in her vein through the system’s power as well as I could see the fine hairs on her throat. Visceral, real, but correct.

"That... looks good. Here, remember to make sure to hold it steady with-"

My thumb twisted as my index and middle finger secured the plastic and needle in place using the flanges, as she’d shown once. Free hand took the vial and slotted it in to let her rich red blood flow and fill it.

Three vials later, I let off the pressure before pulling the needle and pressing gauze to her throat... as I don’t have nearly the same predilection to wear her blood as she seemed to have for mine.

"Do we call that beginner’s luck or am I being pranked by the pair of you?"

"You can call it whatever you want. Thank you for instructing me."

Starting to walk away while thinking of using the ability on the child, to do this all over again, my fingers flex and clench. I know I can do this now - but it’s still kind of stressful.

I feel fur scrubbing against my legs while I started checking on the pup I left alone for only a couple minutes. Kyrie being stupid and caring.

"Ah - you wanted more from me first before we proceed to take from my son, correct?"

"Actually, I’ll also have to teach you the butterfly needle and drawing slowly and steadily with a syringe instead of vacuum pressure. Since this evening is already ridiculous, I’ll even let you practice on me. Hopefully that will increase your trust."

"It won’t, but I appreciate it anyway. Pyari, stop that with your tail. Change back and get dressed."

A ridiculous evening? All day has been just one thing after another!

⧖ ☾ ❄ ☽ ⧖

"So you can see inside your... pack members."

"Essentially, yes."

"Make me one."

Blinking, I turn my face to the other woman in the room just sitting there obediently with another needle in her arm connected to a bag and tubes meant to feed hydration into her system.

Part of it was because I couldn’t believe a Rimecoat member was just changing sides in front of their Alpha. The other part was that I felt quite bad about something, now that we are around other people.

> I haven’t even made her one, how is she going to react if I start- <

"I heard that our Ms. Voss has an ability thanks to this... Chosen situation. Not very fond of that term, to be honest, it sounds connotatively religious."

"Believe me, I do not like any of its potential meanings either."

We’d taken all the blood from everyone and I really just want to go lay down. Not deal with other people’s sudden enthusiasm for things I barely understand. Especially not when I happened to just slip up and speak out what triggered it.

Too impressed that I did things perfectly with Kyrie and my son. That left me needing to excuse why I did *notably* less optimal on her... without just labeling myself as someone that would harm a doctor intentionally.

So I told her what I could see. And now-

"You’re right that I can access her storage ability now, but that involved the completion of a Task and a change in the ability name. As far as I am aware."

Hearing that hedge of belief in the information I’d told her causes me to make a mildly annoyed grunt, but I still nod. I usually do my best to prevent absolute belief in the words I say as well...

"I’ve added others but most were humans I met before the apocalypse that I have not checked in with. I haven’t followed up on whether any of them received access to anything."

"I doubt so, or else it would have been bigger news."

"But it’s possible."

The doctor insists on an affirmation of something so hard to agree with. I guess scientists and mystics alike usually only like to admit something is impossible if there is proof of it being impossible. So I shouldn’t treat this any differently, should I? 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"I’m still learning how this works. I cannot say."

"Add me to your pack. I’m asking formally, with full understanding that I have no idea what that entails. Whatever obligations come with it, I accept them."

"Why would you take that risk? You have no reason to trust me."

"I’m not trusting you. The chance to have an ability like that... which does not require electrical power in a situation where we are only a few unfortunate mechanical failures away from a triage situation becoming a guessing game leading to more corpses?"

Yes. This is the sort of thing I am most comfortable with. People talking at each other without love, care, and romance being behind any of it.

"I know I just admitted the dislike for theocratic wording, but I would make the crossroads deal with the devil, Ms. Lomdi. If it meant saving lives."

Well, I could argue that she loves people and life, but I sense it is a little different. Especially after that sort of assertion. It is more like... she hates losing.

> Don’t we all. But nothing lasts forever. <

And that explains all I need to know for why and how she decided her majors. Why she fights against what nature has seem to given the werewolves, when it comes to their fertility.

I’m probably doing that thing they call ’projecting’ - with a sympathy for something uncertain, something that didn’t come to pass for me but may have come to pass for other mothers. But I still turn my face away and rub at my eyes before taking what feels like the hundredth deep breath today.

Waiting six seconds with my glowing hand on her arm. Bringing up the pack roster, swiping her name toward the center, I wait for the messages. And am rather annoyed at the result.

| ANNEXATION SUCCESS! |

| PACK ROSTER UPDATED |

| TRACKING: Active |

| SPECIALIST: Medical |

| GRANTABLE PERK: Matron’s Monitor |

"So you work fine and immediately *now*. You really were just being lazy earlier, huh?"

"Citra?"

Kyrie asks with a worried tone, but I wave my hand and shake my head. Talking aloud in front of people to an unresponsive ’system’ is probably a bad sign that I need sleep.

Need to stop thinking. And making so many choices for one day.