Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)
Chapter 32 - Privacy Must Only Be In "Deluxe-Plus"

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 - Privacy Must Only Be In "Deluxe-Plus"

To label the Duskpaw as people from ’rustic backgrounds’ is an understatement. I suppose in a manner of speaking, being ’polite’ about something a person knows is worse than you mean is actually quite cutting.

"Well, that does make sense. You could say I’m a lot more willing to be a part of civilization than they are."

"Yes, you seem *perfectly* willing. Sonya seemed to have given you quite the thorough treatment."

Hmm? More and more breaches of privacy. A little subtle disgust as well.

The question is where she is getting this information. So far I would say, if I just let her keep talking... I’d figure everything out pretty quick.

"Why yes, I specifically requested her attention to detail. I could hardly claim to have a full body scrub by letting her avoid too much."

"Did you? How assertive."

Her eyebrow rose with a hand held near her mouth... as if she caught me in something scandalous. I’m almost shocked by her... acting.

As someone who has gone out of her way to seem different and more glamorous than the other clients, her reaction seems atrociously overblown.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

Finally, I get what I’ve been waiting for. A light sneer crosses her objectively attractive face.

"Most women find it easier to simply accept the standard treatment. Especially when they’re new guests in unfamiliar territory. They know when not to overstep."

As I thought, this is merely a roundabout attempt to bully me ’into place’. For most of her unwilling targets, I suspect they either tuck tail - or get excessively bent out of shape.

> No, no. I’m plenty calm, so you should be too. <

I sit up and lean forward - raising my chin but lowering my voice.

"Perhaps that’s the biggest difference between us, Ms. Whitecrest."

A deep, clear whiff of her scent ruins my mood even further. Where her pack leader was clean snow, hers was more like curdled milk on dirty ice.

It ruins her attractiveness greatly. What good is a pretty flower that makes you gag to smell?

"You think there are anything but big differences?"

Her confidence is impressive, in a way. What a thing to say with a chest so small.

"Who knows? At least I’ve never found it all that difficult to request the attention or privacy I deserve - regardless of whose territory I happen to be in. Shoo."

The woman’s pupils dilated. The unsubtle dominance in my words had caught the werewolf off guard.

She’s clearly not used to wolves fighting back with words. Her foot began to tap on the floor as she leaned back.

"I wonder if our Alpha knows you’re here. You wouldn’t be so mouthy, then."

"You don’t even know that much? Next time you might want to verify before making assumptions about who belongs where."

"...What do you mean?"

Slowly, I leaned back and crossed my legs one over another. Just as lazily as when she first approached.

"What do you think I mean?"

The implication of a closer relationship than actually, technically existed was deliberate. The color drained from this Victoria’s face.

> What ’conquerer’? At least I named you after what you really are, Vrika. <

She stood with more haste than I expected. Smoothing her robe and hair while still trying to glare down at me with a pale face.

"How interesting. I’ll be sure to mention our little chat when I see her next."

"Please do. I’m certain she’ll be quite fascinated to hear how you spend your time between treatments at this establishment."

The auburn haired woman gave me one last look before retreating to her original alcove. Her posture as she strode away was stiff with barely concealed indignation.

I sipped at the last of my second cup of tea. The honey really is delicious.

Satisfaction mingled with the stirrings of concern. The immediate threat was handled easily.

But I’d also potentially created complications, so it was not a perfect result.

> If Kyrie Voss was not the one who sent her to bug me, then she has a problem in her ranks. In any case, I’ve now made an impression on a member of her pack who does not seem to be the type to stay silent. <

In my mindscape, Vrika’s tail now swished with what seemed like amusement. Apparently despite the earlier anxiety, my wolf approved of standing my ground overall.

As long as it was successful. What a worrywart.

The remainder of my time in the lounge passed without further interruption. When Tess returned, there was a change in her demeanor.

"Your massage therapist is ready for you now."

Avoiding direct eye contact with me. I wondered if word of us having this exchange had spread through the staff.

People who I am supposed to trust but have already let things slip.

I wonder how much influence the Rimecoat really has in this location. Or perhaps it is specifically the Whitecrest?

As I followed her, I thought of the royal courts. Information was currency as much as any bauble.

Though much more volatile than gold or well cut and polished gems. Or fine silk, which I have not seen very much of in the city yet.

I’m not sure if that means it is expensive or just out of favor in this culture.

"Ms. Whitecrest is one of our most valued clients."

My attendant eventually mentioned carefully as we walked. With a low voice and still without looking at me.

"I see."

"She’s quite... connected within the greater Vossden community."

"I gathered as much. The daughters of the rich tend to find themselves as socialites."

Which was plenty fine with me. They became bored without a toil, seeking out new pleasures.

Or trying the ones they’d always suspected they would enjoy. I suppose it could be argued I was no different.

A Princess looking to escape her cage and live as she pleased,

"She seemed quite interested in you."

"The feeling wasn’t mutual. I would have rather been left alone."

Tess’s lips twitched in what might have been a suppressed smile. I don’t blame her for trying to stay out of trouble.

Besides, the likelihood of me ever returning to this place has lessened greatly after what I’ve learned from my interaction with that werewolf.

So... I am already somewhat detaching myself from her earlier friendly behavior on my own. Kindness that won’t continue is not worth remembering.

They are just whims.

"Your massage room is just ahead. Dahlia is an excellent massage therapist. You’re in good hands."

With the door opened to reveal another dimly lit room with a table at its center, I found myself thinking about leaving. It was hard to relax with the idea that this place was not as nice and safe as it seemed.

Humans and werewolves. Pack politics and city wealth. I feel like an assassin is going to be my next problem at this rate.

My gaze ticks toward the human waiting in the room. A strong looking redhead with green eyes.

> A pretty color. Like emeralds. Though I like yours better. I’d always had a soft spot for sapphires. <

"Welcome. I hear it is your first time, so we’ll talk all about the process. Are you ready?"

I could say no. There is no obligation for me to make full use of what has been paid for.

Should that have been the case, I would not have agreed to even enter the establishment. The money is not mine in the first place, which is already a sore point.

Yet, how involved the CEO is in that ’Whitecrest’ being here bugs me more. She had seemed so accommodating.

So restrained. Was that just a show? Am I right that she had just been waiting for the right moments to trap me?

Waiting for more hounds to chase the fox into a corner.

"Yes, please give me the rundown."

My sudden smile disarmed the woman known as Dahlia. She blinks a half dozen times before speaking.

Another flower, Helene’s memory says. At least the humans name their children more appropriately.

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