Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 422 - Unpredictable Foolishness, For Her

Chapter 422: Chapter 422 - Unpredictable Foolishness, For Her

"Citra, this isn’t funny. I’ve seen this imbalance with common bonds. I don’t want you to go through that. I’d rather wait to discuss us marking at a later date than put you through it."

"Nope."

Smiling fearlessly, I stand back up with my spine straight and chin raised. Stepping forward closer and closer, making her grow more and more uncomfortable. Because she clearly knows as well as I do that I am going to be able to convince her.

That it is only a matter of time before I say enough to make her do what I want. It’s a very unfair power I have over her, I know. So I intend to do my best to use it responsibly.

> Be claimed, it will protect both of us from other claims in the meantime. It’s a good deal! <

Somehow I feel like Vrika would have disagreed. But my companion made its choice to go help its mother. I will make *my* choices as I wish, as well.

> Hm. Always have? I have, haven’t I. <

It’s not as much fun to self-assess and self-criticize. Trying to ignore the loss of the spirit, I begin patting that spot on my neck.

Making sure she can only think of it, I make my case again. At least the one she needs to know.

"You will mark me now, because that is what needs to happen. I must be publicly under you, not the other way around. Your Rimecoat members need to see that."

My head tilts as I have a thought. So I decide to voice it, just to show I am thinking of consequences here.

"Even if they might assert, due to the rumors about what happened with Jace, that I am somehow unable to mark others. Or that I am hiding my bond to him somehow. Whatever irrational leaps they want to make."

"I’ll get angry... when they disparage you."

"You would have anyway! If I sat around without your mark and they said things about what we were doing together, you’d be mad. If we both marked each other and thy were rude, you’d be mad. You’ll have to learn to accept a certain amount of dissent."

Scratching behind her ear while holding the side of her face is... clearly doing things. To her. Though I’m enjoying it more than I thought I would.

Her eyes flicker wildly, like the touch can coax out the spirit within to make her act. I’d rather she act on her own, but... well, we can’t always have things *exactly* as we want.

"This solves some things, Pyari. Reconsolidates your leadership. Let me give you the optics you need to run the city as you intend. Starting from your pack."

"They’ll think I am forcing you."

"They’ll think I am stubborn. And I am. I don’t care as much about what the public thinks of me. I think highly enough of myself in all the ways they should truly care to judge."

My fingers pinch and tug at her hair and I worry as I find myself inches closer that I’m losing sight of what I intend to happen again. So I clear my throat quickly - so my voice doesn’t come out sultry.

"Yet, I do care that you remain effective for that same public. Wolves and humans. They need a leader and I know I am not it. You are."

Her hand slides up my side. From caressing my ribs to tickling my armpit on its travel. Gripping my bicep softly and raising my arm away from her.

> From its finger’s ability to tease her skull. Good, because I couldn’t control myself. <

Sliding evermore up, feeling the fur spreading on her forearm as it scrubs mine. My nerves spike a bit before a partially-shifted palm locks our hands together.

Conveniently calms me down. Even though I know what is going to happen soon.

"If we’d stayed away, out in the wild on our own - would it have been different?"

She questions something silly, while breathing into my jugular area. Quite close to the same area where I’d drawn blood on her last night.

My arm wraps loosely around her neck and pulls her closer, slowly, enough to whisper into her gradually distorting ear as it moves toward wolven positioning.

"Of course it would have. But you still wouldn’t have been marking me... this early. Not unless I had a reason to think it was a good idea."

"...I don’t... think it’s a good idea."

Gravelly. Protesting even as her snout grows, as her hybridization takes hold almost glacially slow - for her. Showing me just how much this is conflicting for her.

Part of me feels bad, leading her into this. The part that knows my thoughts are not healthy. That my sacrifice here is never going to be appreciated.

"Then let me learn that lesson on my own. What is the worst that can happen?"

This Fated Mate draw has never been a big deal. Little jolts when we first touched, but nothing I couldn’t ignore like the hum of a quiet fan.

However, the excessive lick of long wolven tongue from my pectoral to chin was unignorable! Because it sounds a lot more fun than being savagely bitten!

"Don’t get brazen, wolf, just-"

She rears back and I see her jaw spread, full of some of the sharpest fangs I’ve seen. Her orange eyes, blazing like Damien Eschenhorn’s were... if I was pinned on the hard ground, reminds me that asshole had intended to do this.

To force a one-sided bond just like this. But now I’m doing it for her.

The dry memory of Jace Duskpaw, if I was Helene... pinned on the rocky riverbank, reminds me that the males of this species seem to often seek that extra layer of total dominance.

> So I guess this situation is far from either of those. <

Not with this sort of held-and-holding position we are standing in. I’m also not left scared or angry - or in the case of this body’s original mating, ’overjoyed’.

Euphoria? None, for me. A sense of intoxicating bliss set to arrive only for Kyrie - for the one marking and feeling the mystical circuit form on their end.

I am glad again that I do not have access to that feeling - to any of the original soul of this body’s actual feelings. Any bliss at creating this sort of thing with a *male* would have been worse than finding myself pregnant.

> Probably would have thrown up a lot more than I did after realizing... <

Her chest rumbles deeply in a growl against me. As she squeezes my hand and waist tighter Likely starting to grow elated.

For me, it just is. Painful and unhesitant. All I feel during the many passing seconds of brutality is the branding. The spiritual encoding of her dental mark.

On my physical and mystical forms. I can feel it on my soul. Can feel how it cannot be reversed, without first being complete.

My werewolf regeneration is being negated - as if her teeth were made of silver, but without the horrid curse of cold wrongness.

Yet, it was just as much something that my body simply couldn’t purge. That it couldn’t... didn’t...

> Huh...? <

Didn’t want to pull away. It wanted them to sink deeper. Like my existence longed... longed to be devoured.

"...Good."

Feelings start to roil inside me as I clutch her tighter back. I only have Helene’s dry, unemotional memory. But I’m certain it was not like this.

Her thoughts of it were not like this! She did not feel blood at her collar, molten - sluggish and hot - spreading from the epicenter of the wounds that her partner was still gnawing into carefully with each heated breath.

Spreading up... filling my head, claiming me completely. From top to bottom, outside to inside. She was just happy and then it was done. This... a thread of desperation starts to form in me as my breathing starts to unravel.

"Keep biting. Finish it..."

My thoughts begin to stutter like time itself becomes undone. Diving into my mindscape to try and center myself, I see only a ’kaleidoscope’ of the same thing.

Taken. Myself as I clutch at her. Herself as she claims. Bonding. Made hers. I want to be hers. I want her... to be...

Like an aetheric imprint of a single moment, spiraling in loops of dimensional weaves in all directions. A musical rhapsody of fate, sound, akasha collapses into the shape of the contract magic.

Mysticism.

The difference is I understand it where Helene did not. That it affect me and me alone, not tethers between two sets of twinned souls.

Which is how the final sharp and deep lucidity, that lasts for more than a pair of seconds... tells me I’d made several very, very severe errors in judgment with this plan.

...

"Please... I need... distraction."