Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 447 - Rapid Evolutions Of Beast Parenthood

Chapter 447: Chapter 447 - Rapid Evolutions Of Beast Parenthood

His dark fur bristled as he whimpered out like he’d somehow been betrayed. My heart twinges in between amusement and worry. Especially when those still developing eyes of his looks up at mine, which he must be able to track because of the violent spurt of lilac glow.

"Your first real food and you tried to put it down the wrong holes."

I’m glad I didn’t sit the plate down in front of him! I can only picture the mess if he body slammed into it like he does to my chest.

"He doesn’t know how to eat it yet. He’s never had to figure out how to get food into his mouth without suckling."

"Can I handle it?"

Kyrie spoke from right over my ear, kneeling beside me and softly rubbing my shoulder. A gesture which is both immensely appreciated and sincerely aggravating. For I swear, I’m going to develop more and more dependency on things like this.

> Pretty soon, I’ll just be clinging and melting next to her constantly like those wives of my eldest brother. Women who were so competent in their own ways outside of him. <

As I briefly considered if I was no better than them and argued that a self-assurance in never sharing this role somehow made me superior - she was already dipping her finger into the mixture. Coating it good and thoroughly, before offering it to Asha’s lips.

His small mouth felt the nudge and latched onto her finger with those needle-sharp teeth I knew too well. I watched him ’suckle’, jaw working, learning that this thicker than even my milk substance required more effort to clear down his throat.

That he had to move his tongue differently to get it off this not-nipple and his cute little fangs. When it was clean, she dipped it in again and offered more. Teaching him gradually that tasty things to eat could come from something other than his mother.

And part of me... doesn’t really like that. Even though I’d just been thinking of these weeks nursing as long, now it suddenly feels so short!

"He’s going to grow fast like this."

"With the best food you can find and your... you called it an Augment, right? How you share this temperature nullifying ability."

I nod and try to ignore how she leaned into me. Pressing with a mix of soft and firm, laying her chin on my shoulder in what must feel quite awkward of a position to her.

Clinging... and melting over me instead of the other way around, like I’d just been worried over. Why is everything I said earlier suddenly taking the opposite direction?!

> It should be better this way, but it’s not! All I can think about is the soft neck and collarbone rubbing on the top of my shoulderblade... <

That’s a lie, of course. It’s not all I can think of. But while I don’t think I am a prude, some things shouldn’t be spoken of in even your owl soul while your offspring is watching you and eating his meal.

Because I don’t want to feel judged by him some day! We already did... all of that while he slept this morning. She did for me, anyway...

"Ow."

"He bites hard, doesn’t he." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Kyrie doesn’t seem concerned in the slightest for my pain at being nipped. Sure, I was the one who went on and on about my ability to regenerate earlier in the tiny argument about fire...

"You could have warned me."

"I could have. But you were the one zoning out about something while wiggling your finger at him."

I shot her a look that promised retribution later, but didn’t pull my finger away as he smelled and nibbled at nothing. Just dipped my other hand’s index in what was left on the plate and helped teach him.

Of course, he snapped at it greedily - and I couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of his little tongue and jaws trying their awkward best.

"Little glutton."

"Just like his mother."

"I thought I told you to be nicer."

"You did - and I can do that. Give me a minute, please."

She stood up and - because I never turned my own Tolerance back on earlier, I could physically feel the lack of her warmth on my side. At the same time, I felt the emotional hatred for the sensation inside my soul.

How viscerally I do not wish to be separated from this woman again. Even though I’d been spending all day trying to get her to go away and do other things. Silly fox that I am, I have to run circles around everything.

"...Hurry up..."

From the corridor outside, I suddenly hear the sound of wheels on casters - and urge her to return. In what I hope was at a level too low to hear over her likely proximity to that noise. Just like I must not have heard her coming earlier because of the food processor running.

When I turn to face the door, after another little finger feeding, I see the Alpha of the Rimecoat pushing in a cart that obviously holds food under warming trays. This world is so strange at times. Getting to see its rulers debase themselves to servanthood...

> I’ve certainly never seen my mother or father delivering food to one another. Though I guess no one is here to see her do it. Maybe... maybe there were sides to them I never saw. Like there were sides of myself I tried not to let others see. <

The smell underneath the lid she removed to check for only a moment was rich, savory, and heavy with spices and fat. It gripped my stomach all but physically, making me look to my son who was steadily licking at meat residue... hoping he would *hurry up* and get full.

His jaw eventually slowed and his eyes lost focus as his belly grew fully round. Barely able to keep his head level as he flopped down right where he was. Clearly he had decided it was a good a place to sleep it off as any.

I wiped my hand on one of the cloths nearby before reaching for the goods I brought down. I hear her spreading everything she just brought in out on the kitchen island, while I clean up the little self-soiler.

"...He’s also going to learn how to let himself go and clean himself without my help."

Never once in my life, until now, had I ever thought I would be upset to lose the role of my child’s bathroom servant. I’m entirely, entirely too sentimental today!

"You’re thinking of things incorrectly, Princess."

"Oh? And what is it I am wrong about?"

Didn’t sound defensive at all. Good job, hormones. Way to keep a mood set in one way and not swinging about like a firmly shaken, broken compass.

"You aren’t losing any role, you’re just moving through the stages of something that evolves over time. What it means to be a mother is a journey, not just a simple definition."

"Hmm. Sounds very well thought out and lived through."

She doesn’t respond immediately, but she does step closer to me. Helps me up to my feet even with my snippy tones. Pets her curled fingers around my brow and cheek.

"I would hope so. It’s what mine told me when we were talking about my company’s Werewolf-IVF research. After I discussed the possibility of having children someday, despite the words I’d spoken so angrily to my father the week before he died."

Delivers her vulnerabilities to me, along with this dinner.

> Silly wolf. I’m not sure that they will work as an appetizer at all... <