Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)
Chapter 236 - Authority & Awkward Assertions

Chapter 236: Chapter 236 - Authority & Awkward Assertions

Around the corner of the building which I stopped and collected myself at, I found a scene that made my stomach drop. Two large men in dark suits I’d never met had some fairly recognizable teens backed against a van door.

Judging by all of their postures, this hadn’t been a very friendly conversation throughout. The young werewolves both looked on edge with the world ending drama of ’being in trouble’... and the men?

> Rimecoat security. Has to be. They smell like her... like they are wearing those necklaces or something like it. But what are they doing with Paul? <

That sweet teenager whom I taught how to take a proper selfie - or two-shot. With the rather unfortunate family connection to someone who I’ve had nothing but trouble with.

The girl with him all but had to be the very one I’d seen him showing his phone to that day - dark skin, curly hair, and currently looking like she wanted to disappear. Paul himself looked somewhere between confused and terrified as he tried to reason with them.

Of course, if his cousin really is so important, I’m sure he must know that nothing is going to happen to him. At least... I’m pretty sure nothing will happen? I really am making a lot of assumptions about the pack.

Kyrie may have been on... edge, when she first talked about providing me security forces that morning I called her from Bread & Breakfast. But if she only arranged them this morning, she may find me a tad bit more important than before.

With my system.

"I told you, we were just waiting for someone. We’re not doing anything wrong."

Grumbling with barely controlled frustration, the young girl’s eyes glowed a sort of dark brown. It was almost hard to tell they were doing anything at all, but her agitated scent threaded through the area.

I suppose it’s not that strange for a young werewolf bearing a spirit to be friends - or more - with an Omega at their age. Though it’s still strange that he makes a point of taking scent blockers.

"Different pack loitering is suspicious enough behavior. We’re going to need to contact your Alpha."

"She- She’s lived here all her life, she doesn’t have a different Alpha!"

> Oh, wonderful. Escalating to politics over kids in a fairly free city. Also, Paul... see that Vrika? That’s putting one’s foot in their mouth as they try to push someone out of danger. <

Airing someone’s personal matters to strangers, even ones supposedly in authority? How uncouth.

I cleared my throat as I approached and all four heads turned toward me. They must be too close to each other if they didn’t smell me approaching...

Ah. No. I was downwind by luck, wasn’t I? The young teen male’s eyes widened with recognition and... teared with what looked like relief.

"Citra! I mean, uh..."

He caught himself, probably remembering that our single previous encounter didn’t exactly make us friends or exceptionally well acquainted. Or perhaps it was my expression... as I’m sure I did not look much amused.

"Is there a problem here?"

Both of the adults immediately shifted their posture - not quite standing at parade attention, but close. Keeping my voice level while remaining authoritative tended to have that effect on men of their profession.

> No, I’m sure that Kyrie did not forget to tell them to listen to me. Must you ruin my self-confidence? I did speak to guard... captains all the time in my kingdom! <

"Ma’am, we were instructed to monitor the area and detain anyone who appeared to be... lingering with unclear intentions. These two were casing the location to the building you were in. One was even taking pictures of the entry."

"I see."

Looking between the pair of teens, then back at the guards... my voice chills just a bit. I’d seen a lot of young shifters of many kinds harassed while exploring the city’s bazaar in my original world.

Shaking them down, looking for stolen goods in alleyways off of the main road. Beating them for not ’listening’ quickly enough. The sorts of things I couldn’t have seen while being carried in a covered palanquin in the bright spots.

"And what exactly about that still makes these two so suspicious after this many minutes? Are they not known and welcome wolves of your territory?"

"The male is a Rimecoat, but the female..."

The older one gestured vaguely at the girl and I could already see where he intended to go with it. Raising my hand in a stop motion, his trailing off doesn’t lead him to say what he would have. But I say it for him.

"Is of a different pack and could be reconnaissance for the rogues troubling me. And your orders were assuredly to be cautious about anyone trying to get close to the area. I get that. I do."

Crossing my arms under my chest, I sent the most withering look I could manage straight into his eyes. The one I was told to stop bothering my etiquette teachers with - or else I’d only get more lessons.

"But I was told you were *still* detaining them. You must have their information by now. You could have sent them on their way instead of scaring them. Right? Do wolves forget what it was like to be weaker and smaller once they get so big and strong?"

"Ma’am-"

"These are rhetorical questions for you to think about on your own time, not to waste mine further. If you have a problem with the manner in which I am admonishing you, then with all due respect for your positions... take it up with the one who sent you."

Turning my eyes away with a very slow blink and deep breath, my entire expression morphs from pissed to pure ’Princess’. Smiling benevolently towards the two young werewolves, I wave my hand in greeting.

"Paul, wasn’t it? What brings you here?"

He shot a quick glance at the girl before answering and his face practically exploded crimson when she nodded.

"My g-girl... girlfriend! S-she heard about some modeling thing happening here today. That you were going to it. She thought... well, *I* thought maybe we could see you again if we waited. But we weren’t trying to cause trouble or anything!"

My hand cups my cheek and I feel a little melting sensation in my heart. The feeling of wanting to rub his hair and squeeze his cheeks rose exponentially. Maybe even hugging him to my chest and smirking at his ’girlfriend’.

> Look at the little embarrassed and henpecked teen. Looked for permission to say it. It’s so adorable. How can you not just want to tease them both? <