Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 207 - Biting Betas Back And One Lick Of A Pic

"Actually, I feel the same way. Your Alpha and her assistant seem to think more of me than I’ve ever wanted them to. But that’s for me to think - and not you."

More than aware that his position is essentially the same as a trusted minister and general rolled into one, that doesn’t change the... personal nature of things. Crossing my arms under my chest and squeezing up just enough to accentuate it all, I move from admonishing with truth to teasing with it. freёwebnoѵel.com

"However... I do agree that it is too much to send a valuable member of the pack out like this. Just to deliver a single meal and supportive underwear to me, when a trusted human would do."

Like it was a ’hot potato’ his fingers did not want to keep touching, the other box slips and jumps out of his hand. But I was prepared for that chance! When I bend to catch it quickly enough to keep it from hitting the ground, an uncomfortable frown is on his face when I raise back up...

> Though I’m not sure if it was because he knows what he was handling now or because I reacted quicker than him. <

"Tell them I said thank you. Not that I need you to, because I have their numbers. But when you start an errand, you may as well finish it."

Turning back inside and shutting the door - locking it not because I’m worried but just for extra finality before he can respond, I set the food container on my kitchen island and the other box on the sofa.

Standing between them for a few moments, I walk over the opposite way that my wolf wants me to. Inside the box seems to be what I expected from the uneven weight of it.

Two bottles are here, with the sort of top button that would send its contents misting out in a direction. I grab one of them and tilt my head. Stalking back over to the door, I unlock it again and find that the muscular blonde man down the hall seems to still be waiting for an elevator.

So he definitely turned his head at the sound of me poking my head out. We lock eyes for a moment as I sniff the area he had been standing in. The hand holding the bottle raised out and I press the button.

A fine cloud of the neutralizer fills the hallway outside of my door... though I wait a half dozen seconds before sniffing again. The entire time we just watch what each other is doing, but not in a challenging way.

When my experiment concludes, I nod at him once and shut the door again without making a show of locking it. Though I do lock it. I just don’t twist the latch in a way that makes it slam as audibly as before.

Finally, the scents of something rich and savory - that lingered on the edges of where the food container had been sealed closed - can no longer be ignored. Loping over to the countertop, I figure out how to open it and find that it actually has two separated sides.

One looks like a half a pot of very meaty beef stew, while the other has fresh looking bread and some sealed container inside that smells like chocolate when I take it out and sniff away from the meat and spices.

A note was also tucked on that side of the container. In a person’s handwriting I’m not entirely familiar with yet, but with a scent on its edges that means she was most definitely the one handling the piece of paper.

[I won’t apologize this time, even if I agreed to let you pick. You never got back to me on what you wanted and I was worried you were too absorbed to do so. I thought you might enjoy something warming and hearty.]

Placing the card back down next to the rest of it, but finger lightly clench and rub their tips gently but nervously against my palms... while my thumbs do the same against the side of my index fingers.

I back away and rush over to where my phone had been sitting, before I walked to answer the door earlier. Then I start taking pictures. Documenting everything about the meal that was sent - and even a few pictures of myself as looked at it all.

> What is this silly look on my face? No good at all, I have to learn to be able to control it perfectly! <

The wolf spirit thinks I should just stop messing around and eat the food ’your mate hunted for you’. Obviously not in such exact words, but shared and gathered from the fragmented memories it showed me.

Not liking that equivalency, but internally deciding that the food itself is not to blame for Vrika’s bad timing, I take a bite of the stew. The tomato base stock comes through clear and the spices are delicious without being overwhelming.

Juicy and tender meat, carrots, potatoes, onions, and - while I’m not absolutely sure - I believe these bits are called ’celery’? Not so appealing to me alone, but they combine well with bites of the rest of it.

I pause with the spoon stuck in my mouth. I’m not sure how many spoonfuls it was exactly, but the volume of it is notably... diminished already. Quickly, I take two more pictures and send them to her before I could-

> Yes, before I could chicken out. Thank you for that imagery again. You are so very helpful at this. <

K: [Just sitting down to eat the same thing. How was your day?]

I read this after my mindscape’s fox form stops gnawing angrily on my wolf’s hind leg. Just a little disappointed that I didn’t get an immediate compliment about the pictures themselves.

"At least mention *something* about how I looked..."

C: [Productive. This is very good.]

C: [You can see I’m enjoying it.]

My forehead smashes down onto the table as I realize how two quick messages might come across when I usually do not type so quickly. Especially the last one... pointing out the pictures I sent. But she still doesn’t say anything with the next message!

"I was even licking the spoon so clearly while looking over toward the camera in the picture... just say something about it so I don’t feel weird..."

But of course she can’t hear my whining. Otherwise I wouldn’t be doing it.

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