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The Tribulation of the Blue Moon	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 80601 -:- Recommendations : 14 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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A/N: Chapter warning: Non graphic mentions of sex. Explicit violence and torture. Detailed surgical procedure. Gore. Multiple character death.

Last Time

Harry and Fenrir drifted off into their own little world, they came out of their shell for meal times and to see their sons on a rest period, but most of their time, like the first time they had mated in the breeding season, they spent the day fucking and claiming one another.

Fenrir could hardly leave him alone for more than an hour at a time and the looks on the three bitches faces as Fenrir caressed and held him, kissed and bit at him while they were on a rest break made Harry exaggerate his moves and moans more than he needed to, just to kick them in the teeth with the knowledge that Fenrir had chosen him and not them, that he was the alpha bitch once more and he could potentially be carrying their alpha male’s pups once again. He was a very smug bitch about it too and as he grinned over at the three women from over the tops of his sons’ heads, he made sure they knew it too.

Chapter Ten – The End Game

When February rolled around and the breeding season was slowly easing up to where they could actually function without rutting the ground to relieve the ache in their balls every hour and Harry could walk without fear that his legs would fold in on every other step, the pack seemed to settle down even further and come together more, the merge was less obvious, the pack more integrated than before and Harry now felt comfortable enough to delegate Adam or Oscar to looking after his pups as much as he did Miles and Nick, but he still wouldn’t trust Tavin, it had nothing to do with the man being from another pack, but he seriously wouldn’t have trusted Tavin with anything living, not even a puppy and especially not his two sons, not that Tavin minded, the thirty-two year old readily admitted that he was not the paternal type and would have hated children of his own, but he assured his alpha pair that he would do absolutely no harm to their children as long as he wasn’t made to babysit them, then he confessed he’d likely feed them wrong or put their nappies on backwards. He wouldn’t outright hurt them, but he’d likely hurt them through negligence or ignorance as he just didn’t know how to look after such dependent little pups.

Harry sat down tiredly and cuddled into Fenrir’s warmth, accepting a small handful of meat as an offering and he started eating delicately. He felt seriously tired today and he couldn’t dredge up the energy to eat it, he didn’t want to eat, he just wanted to sleep for several more hours, but he forced it down anyway just so he didn’t worry Fenrir or any other of his pack mates, who were always so concerned about his eating habits after the state he had been in when he’d first come to them and then again after the months of walking to find a new territory, though he’d never gotten as bad as he had been when he had been a lone wolf.

“You alright?” Fenrir grunted.

Harry nodded as he chewed his last bite of meat slowly. “Just tired.” He insisted. “We’ve fucked so much and so often that I almost can’t wait for the down time, it’ll be nice just to be able to walk in a straight line again.”

He smiled and kissed Fenrir’s mouth, running both his bloodied thumbs over Fenrir’s stubbled chin and cheeks before licking the blood back off.

“I would gladly let my alpha fuck me as often as he wishes!” Emily insisted.

“If you don’t want your teeth knocked back down your throat, I’d shut up. I’d be very happy to prevent you from talking at all through a crushed jaw otherwise.” Harry growled lowly.

“Unfortunately for you, your alpha doesn’t want to even touch you. I wouldn’t fuck you weak bitches even if Harry wasn’t here.” Fenrir rumbled, his anger rising easily as he carried on from where Harry had left off. “I have made my choice more than clear. Harry is my alpha bitch, the rest of you are nothing to me.”

“Cheers alpha, I love you too.” Jonas actually pouted; his lower lip pushed out and folded down exaggeratedly and grotesquely.

Harry laughed so hard he almost choked. Fenrir patted his back, none too gently, but he was smiling.

“You know I didn’t mean you lot, just the three bitches. I couldn’t give a fuck about them, though I hope you’re all enjoying your omega bitch, seeing as I won’t lower myself to ever touch her, even if anything did happen to Harry.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me, I’m younger than you remember. You might fuck like a twenty year old, but you’re not one.” Harry said cheekily.

Fenrir bit at him but Harry was laughing so hard he didn’t mind.

“I think we’d enjoy our omega bitch more if she was better looking, alpha, and less used and less weathered. Though we thank you for your gift to us.” Bryan said with a shit eating grin, he leered at Harry, who flipped him off. “Now if our omega bitch looked like our alpha bitch, I doubt any of us would leave him alone long enough to do our duties.”

“That’s why Harry is the alpha bitch, not the omega bitch.” Fenrir grunted, pulling Harry more firmly onto his lap in a show of possession and possessiveness.

“Is that the only reason?” Harry frowned.

“Of course not, but it’s the only reason they’ll ever know.”

Harry smiled and laughed, wrapping his arms around Fenrir, before his attention was stolen by his eight month old twins.

Ulric was babbling and Felan babbled back, having a conversation with one another that sounded completely adorable to an adoring Harry. He joined them, sitting just in front of Fenrir, and cooed to each of them and they laughed and reached out for him and he could do little more than hold them tight and grin over at Fenrir.

“I can’t believe it’s almost a year since they were born.” Harry said softly.

“We could have more soon.” Fenrir said tonelessly but he ducked his head so no one would see his smile. Harry knew the gesture well by now and it made him smile even wider.

“I’d be more than happy to give you more.” Harry said proudly.

“The breeding season is over.” Liang pointed out sharply. “If you’re not pregnant now, you won’t be this year.”

“I could be pregnant.” Harry said with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t know I was pregnant last year until late March.”

“That was only because you were vomiting too.” Loren nodded. “You didn’t start showing until at least another two or three weeks later. Though you’re fitter now, healthier, you don’t look so much like a bag of bones or like you’ll drop dead at any moment.”

“I might start showing later then.” Harry nodded. “I wonder if I’ll be so sick this time around.”

“Stop speaking like you’re already pregnant!” Emily snapped.

Fenrir let out a bass growl and Emily paled and huddled in on herself.

“I could be, I might not be, it doesn’t matter.” Harry shrugged unconcernedly. “I’m sure you can enjoy Ulric and Felan for another year until the next breeding season, can’t you?” He turned to address Fenrir.

Fenrir nodded. “I don’t want you to think that any younger pups will replace Ulric and Felan, they’re still my pups, they’ll always be my pups, just because we have more doesn’t mean I’ll forget them.”

“Why would you chose him again in the next breeding season if he isn’t pregnant this time?!” Bernice didn’t seem able to help herself from speaking up and interfering.

“He’s my breeding partner.” Fenrir growled for the thousandth time. “Not a seasonal partner. That means that every breeding season that comes around, he is mine and I will claim him, that means, even if he doesn’t give me pups for five years in a row, he’ll still be my breeding partner and each and every year I will always go back to him.”

“Does that mean on the sixth year you’ll pick another mate?” Emily asked hopefully.

“What part of what I just said didn’t you understand?” Fenrir demanded. “Are you so thick headed and fucking retarded that you can’t understand such a simple statement? Five years, six years, fifty fucking years it doesn’t matter, he’s mine and no one else can have him and I won’t claim anyone else.”

The three women went quiet and sullen. Harry went back to his sons, who had started their conversation back up, babbling odd consonants mixed with vowels, words like ‘ba’, ‘ca’ and even ‘ma’ and ‘da’ when prompted.

“Say Mama.” Harry encouraged.

“I still find it creepy that you refer to yourself as Mummy.” Bryan pointed out.

“I am their Mother.” Harry said. “I conceived them, I carried those two boys in my body, hell I still carry them in that damn sling when I take them down to the river and I won’t have anyone taking that away from me. I’m their Mother, end of discussion.”

“You’re the best wolf Mother I’ve ever seen.” Grant said with a smile and a dip of his head.

Fenrir nodded with a proud smirk and agreed. “He is.”

“You didn’t see me with my little pups.” Bernice cut in, trying to discredit Harry and his Mothering skills while bringing the attention back to herself, unable to hold her tongue as Harry and his pups were praised yet again for something that she felt wasn’t deserved or warranted.

“Thank fuck for that.” Jonas scathed. “From the state of the black worm hole between your legs I don’t think any of us want to see you giving birth. Your last litter probably walked out of you and don’t get me started on the state of those sagging, empty flesh bags you dare to call breasts. Your previous pups must have sucked the milk, fat and connective tissues out of them and left you with two flaps of skin with giant, broken nipples.”

Fenrir snorted and Harry laughed loudly along with the rest of the beta males. Burne flushed heavily and averted his gaze. Harry found himself feeling sorry for Burne, but he couldn’t bring himself to care for Bernice, not when she was trying so hard to take his breeding partner from him, Fenrir was his and until she and the other two harlots learnt that, he was never going to be pally with them and he would continue to fight them to protect his claim on his alpha male.

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The Dark Lord Voldemort sat in his chair and absently stroked his snake, Nagini, as he thought long and hard about the plan that had been brought to him by his followers, picking it to pieces and trying to evaluate every angle with a harsh, critical eye.

It was a solid plan on the surface, there were risks involved, naturally, but he couldn’t help but wonder how many of his followers the wolves would decimate upon further, deeper, reflection. The Lestrange brothers wanted to put in the cursed and controlled followers first as fodder for the wolves and then when the wolves were distracted, the Death Eaters would then encircle them and cut them off from any escape.

He had other plans however, if his most loyal went in first, there were less likely to be such heavy losses on his side, where if they sent in the people under the Imperius curse first, they would lose their edge of surprise. The wolves would rip through the cursed people easily and he wondered how many of his loyal followers he would lose as they followed the cursed people, they needed that edge of surprise.

Though as he thought more upon it, they may already have lost the element of surprise and he had already reprimanded Rookwood heavily for letting the female werewolf go without so much as a tongue-tying curse to ensure her silence. Rookwood had insisted that he hadn’t done anything to her to keep her trust, Rookwood was still paying for his overthought and he would make sure he carried on paying for it, but he had look outs on the wolf pack and they hadn’t moved yet, so perhaps the female halfbreed really was as stupid as Rookwood had claimed her to be. Wonders never ceased.

He looked up when someone at the table shifted and he glared at the thin, pale and balding man, watching as the blood drained from his face making him turn from papery white to a pale grey, the too wide eyes reminding him of a cornered prey animal. A small prey animal.

“Something to say, Mulciber?” He asked smoothly.

“N…no, my Lord. Nothing. No.” He stammered and tripped over his own tongue in his haste to answer, it was equal parts amusing and annoying.

“Rodolphus.” He said, addressing the man to his right, just passed Bellatrix. “I believe it would be beneficial to keep the element of surprise. It would benefit us more to corner the halfbreeds and take them by surprise, if you feed them the controlled followers then they’ll rip through them and it’ll give them time to get into a blood lust and then we’ll take heavy losses.”

Rodolphus inclined his head. “As you wish my Lord, we live to serve you.”

He smiled, more of a cruel, lipless snarl than anything. The Lestrange brothers hadn’t lost their honeyed tongues in Azkaban, though it seemed that Bellatrix had lost most of her wits and sanity, the brothers weren’t as affected, most of the damage done to them seemed to be to their once glorious bodies, now thin, pale and emaciated, they were shadows and shells of their former selves. He lamented the loss of their ability to move as well as they once had, they had been two of his most loyal, his most agile, talented and fearless duellists, now they were ruined, though their efforts to regain their former weight was working, but slowly, very slowly and it was painstaking and frustrating, he knew, he could feel it from their thoughts, he could feel how angry and impatient they were, how angry at everything being so weak and useless made them.

“We cannot hold this off any longer, it takes a mere moment for that female halfbreed to have a crisis of conscience and she’ll tell Greyback what she’s done and then our element of surprise has gone, they’ll be expecting us, even if we catch them before they get to move, we need that initial attack of surprise to get the edge on them.”

He gave a look to Augustus Rookwood and the whole table turned too look at him. The man flushed heavily and ducked his head.

“It has been a month, my Lord, she hasn’t told them yet and they are none the wiser to our plans or what she did.” Rookwood said softly.

The anger was instantaneous and he could feel his mouth pull into a snarl as he swished his wand and shot off a Cruciatus curse. He watched Rookwood scream and roll around the floor for a while until boredom settled in and he lifted the curse and turned back to the Lestrange brothers.

“This female could expose what she’s done at any moment, it will take her a few seconds to tell Greyback and then they’ll be expecting us, no matter where they go, we would have lost our element of surprise, I will not have that happen!” He hissed furiously.

Rodolphus nodded his head once again. “I understand my Lord, I will finalise the plans to your specifications, inform the others and we will move in to attack and capture within the week.”

Voldemort nodded, but he couldn’t help the flash of annoyance that it wasn’t any sooner. His fingers itched and he caressed his wand, ignoring the flinches it garnered from his followers and how Rookwood paled even further after he crawled slowly and painfully back into his chair like a bug.

He couldn’t wait until he had Potter at his feet, begging for mercy. The day had been a long one coming and he had waited sixteen long years for his revenge, now that it came closer to the boy’s last day of life, he found himself unable to wait much longer.

He would finally crush Potter beneath his foot and then everything would finally fall into place, he was spreading his reach slowly and surely. His might and strength was taking over and people were noticing. The Ministry was still holding on, but now that Draco had finally completed his task, admittedly with considerable help from other Death Eaters, which he was very displeased over and he’d make sure to let his displeasure be known, and lured Dumbledore into a trap that ended with the old man’s death, the public was panicking and splitting, they were running around like headless sheep and the only thing that stopped it from being all out mass hysteria was that oppressive Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour who was holding everyone together with an iron fist and an unbending backbone. He was the next target on his list. Everything was falling into place and as soon as Potter fell at his hand, there would be no one left to stop him, it would only be a matter of time then before he took over completely and Britain would fall into his rule, he already had a plan for that, but he couldn’t implement it until Potter fell, it was imperative that Potter was killed and as soon as he could manage it. He had other plans he wanted to get done, this had been drawn out for too long as it was and it would be an almost physical relief to get that boy out of the way once and for all, but first things first, he had to get rid of Scrimgeour while his followers plotted and planned to take the wolf pack by surprise and then when all of the public was running around looking for their next leader, he would throw down Potter’s lifeless body and declare himself as the ruler of magical Britain, then all he’d have to do was exterminate the Muggles and Mudbloods and he’d have his pure, magical Britain at last.

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February was going to be a month of surprises it seemed, especially where his twin pups were concerned. Harry watched with excited pride as Ulric used Fenrir’s leg to push himself to his feet.

Making embarrassing, excited noises, Harry hunched down on his feet and held his arms out to Ulric, encouraging him to walk the small gap between them. His little noises also managed to snag the attention of half the pack, which then got the attention of the other half.

Fenrir watched avidly as Ulric used his leg as support, one little hand always resting on his jean clad thigh even as Ulric turned to face Harry and made the silent, grasping motion with his hand, which usually ended with Harry scooping up whichever pup had made it from the ground and into his arms. Not today. Today Harry stayed where he was and encouraged Ulric to come to him instead.

Frowning heavily, and looking like he might throw a tantrum at any moment, Ulric refused to move his feet forward and continued grasping for Harry, demanding his attention and touch. Fenrir pressed a huge hand to the tiny pup’s back and gave him the barest hint of a push, causing his oldest son to take a wobbly step forward.

Fenrir grinned as Harry started visibly buzzing with excitement, bouncing where he crouched; his whole arms shaking and vibrating as Fenrir gave Ulric another little push forward, prompting him to move his other leg forward. Another push and another little step and Ulric’s hand slipped from the end of Fenrir’s knee.

Standing alone with only Fenrir’s hand at his back for support, Ulric decided that he didn’t like not being able to touch something and tried to backtrack to Fenrir again, but his Father wouldn’t allow him to and instead gave him another tiny push forward.

“Come on Ulric love.” Harry coaxed gently, getting his son’s attention back onto him. “Come here. Come to me.”

“Ah ma!” He sniffled.

“I know, come here love.”

Fenrir slowly took his hand from Ulric’s back and let it hover behind him, just in case, as Ulric took his first, unprompted step towards Harry, before another and another and Fenrir felt himself swell with pride and protectiveness as he watched his son take his first steps, he ignored that they were stilted, wobbly and stumblingly and that on the fifth baby step he all but fell into Harry’s arms and lap as he was swept up in Harry’s excitement and joy and pride. The four steps before that last had been perfect in his eyes and unaided too. He refused to let anything else matter or deter his pride.

Harry gave him such a look of love, pride and burning desire that Fenrir let out a low, almost inaudible groan as he felt himself harden.

“I hope I am pregnant.” Harry told him as he shuffled over with Ulric to drag him into a harsh kiss of teeth and tongue. “I want more children. I want your children.”

Fenrir growled a little louder at that and pulled Harry back into another harsh, demanding kiss. Felan joined them by way of crawling. Harry hated either of his sons crawling across the clearing. The floor of their main clearing was so hard packed from decades of use that it grazed his pups’ hands and knees terribly. He’d prefer them to crawl on the softer areas of grass, but with the snow still falling, there wasn’t any grass and crawling on snow was an impossibility, Bryan had tried and Felan had sunk through the snow and came out terrified, soaking wet and screaming. Harry had beaten Bryan for that and chewed his ear off about not doing it in future. He couldn’t wait for the damn summer so all the snow would melt.

Holding both sons on his lap, Harry kissed Fenrir one last time before he stood up and hefted both boys over a shoulder apiece. Fenrir smacked his arse which garnered an eye roll from Harry, but was otherwise ignored, as it usually was.

The merge was almost fully implemented, it was only the females still holding out, as the beta males all realised they were in a better place with Fenrir than they had been with Bruno and that Fenrir didn’t play stupid games with food, fights or sex. Harry had been disgusted to hear that Bruno had not only starved his pack members, but had also forced them to fight and he had forced most of his beta males to perform sex acts on one another for his own sick entertainment, a practice his oldest son Bryce had taken up as well, but as soon as they realised that Fenrir wouldn’t do that to them and would let them just get on with what they wanted to do, unless he needed something that was, they all stopped being so skittish and jittery of their new alpha pair, like they were expecting an attack at any moment, they came out of their shells a lot more and shared a lot more about themselves and thus they mingled more, made friends and merged properly with the ‘invading’ pack.

Though Harry still grumbled that it would be best to just kill all three of the other bitches. Emily was too bloody vocal about Harry’s every fault and shortcoming, she made fun of his pups (never within Fenrir’s hearing range of course), ripped the bond that he had with Fenrir to pieces by pointing out everything they were doing that other mated wolves didn’t or vice versa and she had tried to attack him twice more, both times Harry had beaten her into the ground, not without injury to himself though, which was wearing him out, but still Emily kept trying, kept hurting him and when she stopped, one of the others started. It was a vicious, never ending circle.

Bernice, who had come out of oestrus now, was once again being used by the beta males to relieve tensions and frustrations now that she couldn’t get pregnant by them. Her behaviour had changed, she was quiet, withdrawn, skittish, always jerking around at every gust of wind or snap of a twig, but the pack put it down to the severe power shift, she had been their alpha bitch at the time of the takeover, she had been the alpha bitch more times that Emily or Liang, she had been the Mother of alpha pups, the pack had never had an omega bitch before her, so naturally going from the highest ranking female in to becoming the lowest rank in the pack would change her behaviour some, but Harry and Fenrir ignored and discounted her more often than not, she was an omega bitch, she wasn’t worth their attention and that she’d gained the rank of omega bitch through attacking Harry when his back was turned and one of the alpha pups was not a foot away made her the equivalent of a crushed snail in their opinion.

It was Liang that worried Harry the most though. She was too quiet. He looked at her now, to find her staring at him and the two pups, she was always staring. He gave her his best glare and refused to show that her answering smile unnerved him. He had Jonas, Bryan and Grant watching her at all times and he kept Loren close to Ulric and Felan. He’d tried to get Miles and Nick close to her, but she’d refused to even look at them, she’d even spat that they were intruders and that Fenrir was an usurper, if Fenrir had heard her say that himself then he would have killed her out right. She knew that…she was too clever and that worried him too. She was his new obsession, he spent most of the day watching her, having the beta males following her and watching her, he barely noticed the other two, though it was harder to ignore Emily when she flew at him to launch yet another physical attack on him every other day.

Harry sat down by the deer that was freshly caught, the blood was warm and thick and he let Ulric and Felan play with the dead carcass, let them get a taste for animal blood as they put their bloodied hands into their mouths curiously. He had started weaning them off of pure milk, as they had known, Felan took to it more easily after the disaster that was forcing something other than milk into Ulric’s mouth before he was ready, but their oldest son was getting there slowly and now that they both had teeth, or rather a tooth each, they wanted more than just milk in their diets.

“Isn’t it bad manners to teach them to play with their food?” Grant teased as he sat beside Harry and pulled him into a short hug before sitting back and ruffling his already abysmally messy hair.

Harry snorted. “I’m thinking of it more as getting them used to their future diet. They seem to like the taste of the blood.”

Loren snorted. “Of course they do, they’re little werewolves. Not that we can tell if they’re cat, dog or little bears when they turn, they’re just little balls of coloured fluff that wobble around and nip at our ears and tails when we’re sleeping.”

Harry grinned and accepted the chunk of meat that Fenrir had carved out for him. Because the pack was so big, they usually had to have two large stags for every meal, so Harry ate at one as the alpha bitch and Fenrir at the other as alpha male, but Fenrir always handed him his first bite of meat, it was just habit now from when Fenrir had first declared his intentions towards Harry over a year ago now and neither of them saw fit to break the tradition, even though Emily pointed out that no other alpha pair did so after mating to one another, trying to plant it into their heads, and the heads of the beta males, that their bond was weird and not usual in werewolf society.

Harry hated that Emily and Liang ate at the same ‘table’ as he did, but he refused to have them near Fenrir, even if he was well within hearing distance of where Fenrir was sat and could easily follow his conversation with Jonas and Warren as easily as he could with the conversation between Bryan and Oscar beside him.

He was tired, no, he was exhausted from the constant posturing and threats to his place in the pack by the three women, even though she was the lowest ranked wolf in the pack, Bernice still tried to take his place, as if she thought Fenrir wasn’t worth more than a mere omega bitch as a mate, even as a seasonal partner. She’d never be alpha bitch again, even if anything did happen to Harry, but that she didn’t understand or accept that was worrying. It was like Bruno had completely fucked all three women up, which Tackett pointed out that he had seriously fucked all three of them up, pitting them against one another for his own amusement, hitting and beating on them and using them in turn every breeding season. He’d had no idea that his second and third in command, Warren and Worrick, were sneaking them potions to kill off his pups before they even formed, they would have been executed otherwise, but only Bernice had been rose tinted enough to actually think Bruno in love with her, because she believed the lie that she alone was fertile and could give her alpha pups so she believed that she was somehow elevated in Bruno’s eyes because of her ‘superior fertility’ and she used that to try and stamp down Liang and Emily and boost herself up in Fenrir’s eyes too, not that he ever spared her a passing glance, but she was demented enough to still think she had a chance at Fenrir.

But back to the point, he was tired of defending his claim on Fenrir, tired of the insults and slurs and the disrespect and the pushing. He was one person and he had three hardened, older women each trying to take a pound of flesh and a pint of blood from him. Even as he thought this, he snatched out a hand and twisted Emily’s wrist as she tried to take one of the choicest parts of the deer, Harry’s known favourite part. He snarled lowly and Fenrir looked over sharply to see Harry and a beta bitch once again posturing against one another. He was as sick of it as Harry, but he couldn’t just kill them with no good reason, not even if they annoyed the absolute fuck out of him, which they did. He couldn’t abuse his position of alpha, his beta males would never trust him again if he did and he valued their trust and their loyalty.

“You touch Harry’s food you’ll be on the omega diet.” He said gruffly, even as he tore into a tender piece of meat.

Harry flashed him a feral smile and dug in the stag to find something before gifting him with one of the nutritious kidneys, Fenrir’s favourite part of any animal.

Fenrir grinned and took it, immediately eating it down in several bites, before smashing his mouth over Harry’s and kissing him harshly.

Harry sat smug and puffed up as he lorded over his meal, smirking at Emily, who didn’t want to be on an omega diet, no one wanted to be on a scarce omega diet, especially not in the winter when they needed the extra layer of fat for warmth.

Harry had been learning a lot about werewolves over the last year and he learnt yet more every single day, but it wasn’t until he had come here that he learnt anything in depth about omega wolves and watching Burne and Bernice sitting away from the rest of the pack, isolated and waiting for the pack to finish eating so that they could come and scavenge scraps from the bones and intestines that were left caused strange, conflicting emotions within him. He didn’t care about Bernice, but he did care about Burne, whose only transgression was being born to Bruno, something he couldn’t help, had absolutely no control over and couldn’t change no matter how much he wanted it to.

When the meal was finished, Harry had made sure that there was a bit of meat left for Burne, though Fenrir’s carcass had been nearly picked clean, what with having several large males eating at it, Harry wasn’t as big and didn’t need as much and neither did the two females who ate with him, so more was left.

“Burne.” Harry called out. “We’ve finished eating; you can come and eat now.”

Burne made his way over and sat down self-consciously, trying to huddle down and hide himself from the eyes of his own pack mates. Yet as he was walking away, Harry slipped him part of the liver, which was a huge deal as usually only the alpha pair were permitted to eat the organs.

Burne looked at him shocked and surprised and Harry hunched down and with a soft smile he scent marked Burne on the cheek, the same as he did for his two sons.

“Just because you’re Bruno’s son doesn’t make you bad and just because you’re the omega of the pack doesn’t mean we don’t care about you or your wellbeing. We take care of our own, but you have a special role in the pack, it takes a strong and brave wolf to absorb the tensions and frustrations of his pack and still stick around and stay with us, we need you so that the pack doesn’t devolve into tearing itself apart, none of us would survive if the pack started tearing itself apart, we have too many male egos and not enough outlets, there’s only so much play wrestling and hunting can do to rid us of tension and stress, but despite that, we do still care and we won’t abandon you or throw you away, you’re a part of this pack Burne, no matter where in the hierarchy you stand.”

Harry patted that strong shoulder and stood, ignoring that Burne was moist eyed and seconds from sobbing his heart out, he went and bedded Ulric and Felan down for their afternoon nap before he stretched with a yawn.

“What was that?” Fenrir demanded as he wrapped his arms around Harry, his hands slipping under Harry’s thick, soft jumper to touch skin, brushing over a nipple.

“I hate seeing him so desolate, I know who and what he is, I’m not changing that or even trying too, he is our omega, but I just hate seeing him so sad, so defeated. So I enlightened him that his role of omega is very important, that we need him to absorb all the tension before we kill one another. I don’t think he was seeing it that way, so maybe now he can feel a little better about his rank.”

“You have a soft heart and a softer head.” Fenrir snorted.

“I prefer to think of it as caring about all members of our pack.” Harry snapped.

“Do you?” Fenrir challenged.

“Of course!” Harry defended hotly, before catching sight of Bernice crawling on the floor around the remains of Fenrir’s stag, picking small pieces of meat from bones and a stab of perverse pleasure went through him. “Well, all those who matter at least.”

“You can’t claim to care for all the pack when you don’t.” Fenrir told him shortly.

“What would you have me do?” Harry hissed angrily. “Play nice with them when I know they would stab me in the back and clamber over my still warm body and into your arms if they could?”

“It’s never going to happen.” Fenrir waved away. “They’re never going to replace you, why can’t you get that through your thick skull? Nothing they do is going to change the way I feel about you, so why is this still an issue?”

“Because they damn well make it an issue!” Harry snarled, insulted at being called stupid by his own mate.

“Don’t rise to it!”

“I won’t let them walk all over me and I won’t have them disrespecting me!”

“So tell them!” Fenrir snarled. “Stop all the fighting and posturing and open your damn mouth and tell them!”

Harry was so angry he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t think he could even unclench his jaw to say a word. He turned on his heel and stalked off towards the river; ignoring the smug smirks the three women sent him. They had seen the fight, even if they couldn’t hear what was said, it was obvious that he and Fenrir had just fought and he was so angry he couldn’t think, his mind kept looping the words Fenrir had spat at him, the accusation of not caring about the pack, the demand to give in to the three women after fighting them for so long to protect his claim, and he focused on his anger and it fed more anger into him until his wolf was throwing a full out bitch fit inside him.

He punched a tree repeatedly until the pain finally wormed its way into his brain, finally taking over the livid anger he felt, and he turned and collapsed against the tree he had been hitting, cradling his hand, which was bloody, scraped raw and swollen. He’d probably broken a few knuckles, but he didn’t really care.

The tears came before he could stop them. He’d never fought with Fenrir before and he hated it, he hated knowing that Fenrir was disappointed and angry with him; he hated knowing that Fenrir was fed up with him so much that he had chewed him out in front of the rest of the pack.

He sat and wallowed a little bit, trying not to think about the clearing, knowing that the three females would have immediately moved in on Fenrir while he was gone and so angry, knowing they were taking advantage of the fight they’d just had to try and get Fenrir’s interest and affections and drive him down in Fenrir’s eyes, though it seemed he didn’t need any help with that.

A part of him did wonder if Fenrir enjoyed all of the attention, it had to be an ego boost, to know that he had four bitches fighting and vying for his sole attention. It made him wonder all the way back to when he’d first stumbled into Fenrir’s life, about if he had had competition from the beginning as the females had said, if Fenrir had had a choice in bitches from the start, if things still would have turned out the same. A small niggle of doubt set in before he could stop it, the three other bitches were all pretty enough, they were strong enough after Bruno’s treatments and they were all fertile, so who’s to say that if things had been different if Harry would still be the alpha bitch, was it so farfetched to believe the other three, despite Fenrir’s assurances, had a chance of replacing him after all?

Someone sat next to him and took his broken hand into their larger hand and kissed it. Harry looked up through tear blurred eyes at Fenrir, who cursed and used a thumb to brush the tears away, his rough skinned palm destroying the path the previous tears had taken down his cheeks and chin.

“Does it hurt that much?” Fenrir grunted, checking his hand in the weak winter sunlight.

Harry blinked and sniffled a little. “I’m not crying because of my damn hand.” He said with a little warble to his voice that ruined his stubborn indignation.

“Then why are you crying?” Fenrir asked, a crease between his brow.

“I’ve made you angry and disappointed.” He admitted. “I hate myself for it.”

Fenrir pulled him roughly and suddenly onto his lap and held him. He cursed harshly again.

“It’s me.” He said gruffly. “I saw you giving that bastard part of the liver and I got jealous and didn’t know how to handle it without lashing out. I felt special when you gave me one of the kidneys from your stag, I felt amazing and smug and above all the others to have your affections and then you turned around and gave the pack omega a gift as well! Near enough the same gift that you gave to me.”

Harry blinked and swallowed as he realised that all of this, the fight, the anger, all stemmed from Fenrir’s jealously. He sagged back into Fenrir’s arms and let the larger, older man cradle him in his muscled arms.

“I love you.” Harry said softly, looking up at those dark blue eyes and pouring all of the feelings he felt for the man above him into them. “I care for you, I respect you, I trust you. I’d follow you wherever you took me, I’d protect you with my very life if I had to. I love the little things you do for me and for our sons, the feelings and the warmth of cuddling up to you at night, lying in your arms as we go to sleep, the safety and protection I feel when I’m around you, how happy you make me every day. I love talking to you; I love how you play with my hair and how you’ll move it out of the way to bite my neck to mark me as yours. I love how you stroke my skin and how you make me feel, you can make me feel better with just a look, no one else can do that for me, only you. It’s you I love, no matter what I do with anyone else, it’s you alone who holds me, only you who will ever get to willingly touch me, you are the Father to my children Fenrir, no one else. So yes, I gave a kind word to Burne because I felt sorry for him, I gave him some extra food because he looks like he’s getting sick, I gave him some of the liver because you know I don’t like it, I gave you a kidney because it’s your absolute favourite, so there was thought behind the gifts, but Burne hasn’t done anything to us, to our sons or to the pack, his only fault is being born to the wrong man, how can we punish him for that when he was the only one of Bruno’s children who didn’t jump in to attack us when we fought to take over, who was the only one of his children who hated him and wanted him gone? He was glad he was gone Fenrir and he looked up to us for getting rid of the sadistic bastard. I understand why he has to be the omega of our pack, but why must we mistreat him too? Why can’t we be kind and caring towards him too, like we do with our beta wolves?”

“So you don’t like him?” Fenrir asked quietly, doubt warring with the proclamation of love Harry had sprouted off.

Harry sighed and grabbed Fenrir’s cheeks and pulled him down into a kiss as he lifted his head to meet him halfway.

“No, not even a little bit and I never will. I just feel sorry for him, that’s all. It’s you I love, you who is my alpha and my mate, the Father to my sons and all the other children I’ll have in the future. No one will ever replace you Fenrir, no one. I don’t want anyone other than you, I didn’t even think what I was doing was wrong or going to hurt you; if I had I wouldn’t have done it in the first place. I just don’t see Burne that way so I didn’t think; I don’t see any of them that way, so I just didn’t realise you’d get jealous over how I was acting. I thought I was just being kind and caring towards our pack members. I’m sorry.”

Fenrir snorted and pulled Harry up to his mouth to kiss him. “It’s me who’s sorry.” He grunted softly. “I…I care for you a lot and seeing you acting that way with anyone made me so damn angry. Is that how you feel when those women are around me?”

Harry nodded. “I get so jealous, so angry that I can’t think straight, I think I’ve damaged my teeth from grinding them so hard and I clench my jaw so tight that sometimes I think my jaw will pop or my head will explode, but I don’t do anything because the last thing I want to do is disrespect you, least of all publically or in front of the whole pack. I hate them being around you, I get so jealous because I love you so much, I care so much for you that seeing you paying any attention to them makes me feel sick and upset and then you told me to leave them alone, to stop protecting my claim on you and to actually start treating them like they weren’t slavering all over you and I lost it, I had to get away because I…I actually thought that maybe you enjoyed all of us fighting over you.”

Fenrir made an angry noise and opened his mouth but Harry pressed a finger to his mouth to stop him.

“No, let me finish. It’s bound to stroke your ego, your male pride of you and your wolf too, to have all four of us at each other’s throats just for you, to be presenting to you, begging for your attention and approval, begging for your seed to give us your children. I understand that, you’re a man, it’s natural, but if you started giving them attention, even a little bit, I wouldn’t be able to stand it. It would egg them on; give them just enough hope to keep fighting me, wearing me down. I’m so tired of fighting them Fenrir; I’m tired of fighting my claim, I’m afraid to turn my back in what’s supposed to be my home, just in case I’m attacked again. I’m terrified for our sons, I’d never forgive myself if I laxed my attention and protection around them and they got injured or even killed. Those bitches are willing to do anything and I’m terrified that they’ll take it out on our pups because I can actually fight them back, our sons can’t.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Fenrir demanded.

Harry frowned. “You had more than enough to deal with without me adding to your load with my emotional shit.”

“It’s not emotional shit.” Fenrir told him harshly. “You’re afraid in your own home, the home I won for the both of us so that we’d have somewhere to live with our pack, where we would be safe! You’re afraid to turn your back, afraid for our pups! That’s not shit, that’s serious!”

Harry looked down and felt the tears coming back. He felt an emotional wreck and he wasn’t sure what was to blame, the fight with Fenrir? Had everything just become too much and gotten on top of him? He didn’t know, but currently it felt like he could cry himself to sleep if he tried.

“Come here. Stay close to me for the next few weeks, I’ll sort this out.”

“I should be able to do it myself!” Harry insisted with a soft sniff.

“What’s the point in having an alpha male to look after you if you don’t let him look after you?” Fenrir teased gruffly.

Harry couldn’t help it as his anger and frustration broke with a smile and a weak chuckle.

“I just want to prove that they aren’t getting to me.”

Fenrir scoffed. “It’s very obvious to everyone that they’re getting to you and not only that but they’re digging under your skin and festering there, so they’re doing it all the more. I won’t have it, out of respect for you I let you deal with it on your own, but this has gone too far. I won’t have you afraid for yourself or our pups in our own home. I won’t have it and I won’t put up with it any longer, they will respect you or I’ll beat it into them.”

Harry was shaking in relief as he curled into Fenrir’s arms, resting against his chest. He trusted Fenrir to sort this out for him. He trusted Fenrir full stop and if he said he’d deal with it, Harry would let him.

“Now, what do you say that now we have that sorted out and under control and our misunderstanding jealousy has been worked out and put behind us, I reckon we have an hour or so more before anyone comes looking for us.”

Harry laughed at the hungry look on Fenrir’s face and he wrapped his arms around Fenrir and kissed him with an open mouth.

“I say we make the most of it before we’re disturbed by our worried pack mates who think we might have killed one another.”

Fenrir laughed and Harry turned so that he was sat straddling Fenrir’s lap, a hard part of his mate’s anatomy pressed right up against his own and it made Harry sigh softly.

They kissed slowly and exploratory, hands touched everywhere as tongues tangled and battled, lips pressed tightly together as Harry shifted his hips and rutted against Fenrir’s lap in the way he knew Fenrir loved.

Sure enough Fenrir soon had him stripped of his clothing and was kissing down his body and around his skin, kissing, licking, nibbling and biting, leaving his scent and his marks behind. He prepared Harry quickly and kissed him everywhere his mouth could reach, murmuring encouragement and words of love without ever saying the actual ‘L’ word, the closest Fenrir seemed able to come was to say that he cared about him, but Harry understood, he knew Fenrir loved him, he didn’t need him to say it, he wouldn’t press his mate for a simple word when every touch and action spoke of how much he really loved him.

They were just about to come together, Harry whining and panting softly, begging for Fenrir, at least until Jonas interrupted them that is, bursting out of the treeline and out on to the river bank in a panic, apologising profusely as Fenrir snarled viciously and insisting that Loren had heard people in their forest, very close by as well.

Snarling even more ferociously, and not in the mood to deal with people, Fenrir grumpily tucked himself back into his jeans as Harry tugged his own clothing back on sluggishly and a bit weakly and shakily at having such an amazing build up to what would have been a spectacular orgasm, only to be denied at near enough the very last minute by a threat to the whole pack.

Fenrir and Jonas escorted him back into the clearing, where Warren was organising everyone, Loren had both pups in his arms, prepped and ready to run or Apparate at a moment’s notice, Grant was beside him, one hand on the back of Felan’s little head. Harry went to them and took his sons into his own arms and held them tightly, ignoring the bolt of pain that went through his broken hand at the action.

Worrick rushed back into the clearing from his scouting operation, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with panic written all over his face.

“There are wizards here!” He said surprised and horrified.

“You’re sure they’re wizards?” Fenrir demanded.

Worrick nodded his head. “They had their wands out alpha, ready to attack; they’re surrounding us, trying to cage us into our clearing on all sides.”

Bryan handed out the pack members’ wands, handing Harry his two, his own and Sirius’s stolen wand. He handed one pup to Loren so that he could hold his wand tightly; ready to fight to defend his home and his family, ignoring the pain in his hand still.

“How did this happen?” Fenrir snarled. “How did they know where we were, exactly where we were, to pin us down in one location?!”

No one answered and Harry breathed deeply and swallowed hard. “We’ll find out how after we’ve killed them.” He said surely. To think anything else was to give up before the fight had even started and he couldn’t give up, his entire life was here in this clearing, maybe not the clearing itself but the people inside it, they could always get a new clearing, but the people inside it were irreplaceable. He looked down to the little face of Ulric, then over to Felan in Loren’s arms. He would fight to the death for his two sons if need be, they wouldn’t take him alive, they wouldn’t touch his sons.

“Get back to back.” Fenrir ordered sternly. “Harry, get in the middle with our pups.”

“I can…”

“NO!” Fenrir roared at him, his eyes taking on a crazed glint. “You might now be pregnant again with my pups, you will stay safe and you will keep the pups we already have safe, do you understand me?”

Harry swallowed and nodded, letting Loren help him rig up a sling out of a blanket and he slipped both boys into it so he could still defend himself if everything went to shit. The boys were so big and heavy now that the blanket sagged and threatened to trip up his movements, but he got Loren to tighten it and Harry pressed a small hand against Fenrir’s back as his pack tightened in around him, trying to ease his breathing and calm himself.

When the Death Eaters broke the edge of the clearing, Harry flinched violently. Of everyone who was after him, the Order and the Ministry, why did it have to be Death Eaters? He just wanted to live in peace with his family, why couldn’t he just be left well enough alone!

“Here Harry, Harry, Harry.” A woman he knew all too well taunted him and he tensed his whole body, he had seen this crazy woman in Voldemort’s mind, she was always there in his visions, she hardly left Voldemort’s side and he’d heard so many horror stories of her from Sirius, the woman who had destroyed Neville’s life by torturing his parents into insanity with her insane Husband and equally insane brother-in-law. Bellatrix Lestrange was one of the Death Eaters around him.

“Greyback, so surprising to find you here, and in present company too.” The smooth, cultured voice of Lucius Malfoy came from directly in front of Fenrir.

Fenrir let out a low growl. “Leave. Now.” He snarled.

“Oh we would, but you seem to have something that we want, hand over Potter and we will leave you in peace and no one needs to get hurt.”

“It’s a good trade alpha.” Bernice said quickly. Too quickly. Harry’s heart plummeted and his hand clenched on the waistband of Fenrir’s jeans tightly. Jonas was right; they should never have trusted her. If they got out of this, he’d kill her himself.

“Shut up or you’ll never speak again.” Fenrir threatened her furiously, coming to the same conclusion as Harry had. Her shopping trip to get ‘female products’ had taken her half a day, longer than it should have taken. If that had been a lie to get away from the eyes of the pack and she had met with someone before coming back then she was the reason that this was happening, she was the reason they were currently surrounded by Death Eaters and it would be her fault if anyone was injured or killed, though he knew he would feel the guilt heavily if anyone was hurt or killed, he and Fenrir both. They knew now that they had been careless and stupid and Jonas had tried to warn them and they hadn’t listened and now they were paying the price for her betrayal and their overthought.

“Tisk tisk, such anger and threats towards a woman, though she looks like you’ve already had a go at her, I see you are still an uncouth and uncivilised beast, some things never change.”

Fenrir took an angry, threatening step forward, but Harry held his waistband tight.

“They’re baiting you Fenrir.” Harry told him softly. “They want you to break ranks so that I and the pups are exposed.”

Fenrir blew out an angry breath and stepped back to cover Harry once again.

“So wonderful to hear your voice Potter, we’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same.” Harry answered angrily.

“Enough of this!” A deep voice from a tall, thin man snapped through the clearing. “Hand over the boy and the infant beasts and we’ll leave.”

“Not going to happen Rodolphus.” Fenrir snarled. “They’re mine!”

“We have a difference of opinion then. A small problem.” Malfoy said silkily.

“Get the fuck off my territory now!” Fenrir growled, his body shaking with the force of his inner wolf. How much he wanted to let go and change so he could tear them to pieces, but it was two weeks until the next full moon, he couldn’t change and do what he sincerely wanted to.

“Are you stupid, wolf?” A man Harry didn’t know the name of demanded sharply. “We’ve been through this, hand us Potter and the mutated cubs and we’ll let you live, or we’ll take him anyway and kill every one of you vile beasts doing so.”

Harry swallowed. He couldn’t give himself up knowing that he might be pregnant, he definitely wouldn’t give up his sons to the Death Eaters, but he didn’t want anyone to be killed either. He was truly caught in a catch twenty-two, between a boulder and a very hard place and he could see no way out of it.

“We won’t give them up, so what now?” Jonas snarled furiously, pressing his shoulders to Warren and Fenrir’s on either side of him.

“Then we take them by force.” Rodolphus Lestrange insisted, before he gave a sign and the spells came thick and fast from all sides.

It was chaos, but Harry was seized around the waist and hauled off. He recognised the scent of Loren, he had been in this position so many times before that he could have laughed through the fear and the stress.

“Me and you against the world Loren.” Harry said as he held Ulric and Felan tightly.

“Tell me about it, I’ve never been so fit since you came to the pack and had me running everywhere.” Loren answered with only a slight puff to his breathing as he trudged through the snow.

It was only a few minutes later that they realised that it had been a trap to lure him out. There were more Death Eaters in the forest and Harry screamed loudly until he thought his throat would tear when Loren was cut down by a curse in mid run.

He felt wretched as he ran away from Loren, leaving him face down in the blood stained snow. He only hoped that his friend and pack brother was still alive and that by running in the opposite direction Harry was leading the danger away from him as the Death Eaters followed him, it was him they wanted after all, him and his two pups and all three of them were heading in the opposite direction to Loren’s body.

When his scar started searing, his heart almost stopped. Voldemort was in this forest. Harry veered off on a sudden left; he had to get back to Fenrir. He stopped suddenly and swallowed, looking at his two sons. He couldn’t take them into a fight, but he couldn’t leave Fenrir to Voldemort’s mercies. He was torn and he had no idea what to do. He danced on the spot a little with nervous energy as the pain in his head grew with every heartbeat before he cast a protective charm on the blanket he was wearing and running quickly back to the clearing. It wouldn’t protect his sons from any lethal curses, but he hoped he’d spot a lethal curse and block it or take it onto his own body, but it would stop most dark curses, so they were protected as much as he could offer them, as he couldn’t just leave them on their own, unprotected in a forest crawling with Death Eaters, sly scavengers and famished predators just aching for their next meal in any form they could get it.

He burst into the clearing to find the pack mostly captured, but there were bodies on the floor too. Bodies that weren’t moving and were bleeding, one of the bodies looked like it was missing a hand and Harry felt his knees go weak, he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Fenrir was still alive and still standing, but he was caught in a silver cage, the liquid silver, much like how Voldemort had created Wormtail’s silver hand after his rebirth in that damn graveyard, was just forming the top most corner of the cage as he ran into the clearing and, as he stopped and surveyed everything, the corner solidified like the rest of the cage, trapping Fenrir within.

“Ah, Harry there you are.” Voldemort purred and Fenrir snapped around to look at him, Harry saw the desolate fear in his eyes and his heart stopped beating. He had never seen that look on Fenrir’s face before; he never wanted to see it again.

“I take it my loyal followers did as instructed and chased you back towards me. Good. Now why don’t you come here and I can kill you nice and easily.”

“Nice and easy was never your style.” Harry ground out as he kept his gaze on Voldemort, but tried to survey as much as he could out of the corner of his eyes.

“Now that isn’t true, your Father went peacefully with a simple killing curse as did your Mother, after she had stopped begging and pleading for mercy. You can go the same way Harry, you can join them again.”

“I don’t want to.” Harry snapped. “My life is here.”

“I can’t allow you to live Harry.”

“Then we have a problem.” Harry snarled as he covered his sons with one arm and held his holly and phoenix feather wand in the other, broken, hand.

“Are you going to fight me Harry?” Voldemort said gleefully, his red eyes shining with amusement. “With your twin sons strapped to your body?”

“Did you expect me to just hand them over to you?” He demanded incredulously.

“I would only kill the one; the other would be kept…”

“As an insurance policy, so you could use him to control Fenrir!” Harry snarled.

“I see you’ve only gotten more insolent and rude since becoming a half breed.” Voldemort tisked, his followers laughing like mindless sheep. “I would let you pick which one would live.”

Harry laughed mirthlessly. “You really don’t understand love, do you? Dumbledore, as much as I hate him, was right about that. I love both of my sons, I don’t love one more than the other, I love them both and I love them both equally! I will eat my own legs before I chose one to die and one to live a life of torment just to control and torture his own Father!”

“Didn’t your Mother ever tell you to be careful what you wish for?” Voldemort said sadistically.

“Didn’t your Mother ever teach you to play nice with others?” Harry spat back.

The smile fell from Voldemort’s thin, pale lips and Harry threw up a shield just in time for a blasting curse to bounce off of it. He breathed in deeply and calmed himself, his arm remaining securely across his sons. He’d rather have it blown off than move it and risk his sons being hit with any sort of curse.

He heard Fenrir raging inside his cage, his pack mates screaming as they fought Death Eaters to try and reach him, but he blocked that out, even when several Death Eaters came at him from behind, out of the forest and into the clearing. There had been more out there than he had known, yet he knew that Voldemort would want him finally finished by his own hand, he would have told his followers to leave him to be dealt with personally, so he ignored them, they’d only become a threat when he killed Voldemort, but by then his magic would have failed with his death, releasing Fenrir from his temporary prison and his mate and lover was beyond livid.

He refused to be baited, refused to play any of Voldemort’s games as he stood still and calm as the Dark Lord taunted him and tried to get a rise from him so that he’d slip up. It wasn’t going to happen. He kept his head clear and his shields strong, he was a Mother now, he had more to think about than just himself.

“Perhaps you are eager for death?” Voldemort tried one last time. “Perhaps you are so desperate to rid yourself of Greyback, to leave behind the life of being a werewolf’s little toy, that you want me to kill you.”

Harry just lifted a single black eyebrow. “Are you done with these games?” He asked. “Only night will have fallen before you get anywhere and you know that as werewolves our sight will be better in the dark than yours, unless…do snakes see in the dark? You are part snake now aren’t you, after drinking all that snake venom to keep yourself alive you must be.”

Those red eyes flashed dangerously and that bone white wand lifted, the thin, pale lips uttering a curse that Harry blocked, sending back a cutting curse he’d once used to sever the flayed hems of his old school trousers, it worked just as well on people he saw, as Voldemort deflected his curse into his own followers and one went down in a spray of blood.

“Enough of these games then Potter, if you are so eager to die, let us not play around any longer.”

Harry swallowed and steeled himself, Voldemort struck as quickly as the snake that Harry had accused him of being and it was all Harry could do to keep up with him, the Death Eaters jeering and taunting him as he was forced immediately on the defensive, he couldn’t fully go on the offensive as he couldn’t risk his sons, wouldn’t risk his sons, but he was able to hold his own long enough to shoot off a few offensive spells between his shields, but none even came close to touching their target, he felt despair grip at him, uncertainty and worry, what would he do, what was he going to do?

He hadn’t even finished his education and he hadn’t been the best student in his year before he ran away at fifteen, not like Voldemort had been, he who had been top of his classes in all years, he who had fifty years on him to his mere seventeen and he was burdened by having two eight month old babies strapped to his body, it all seemed so hopeless, that was until a loud crack rent through the air and more people joined the fight. Order of the Phoenix people.

Harry kept his focus on Voldemort, his sons jiggling about and making soft noises of discomfort as he moved sharply and quickly to avoid the curses being sent his way. He saw many characteristics that he recognised, including the soft, calm coloured cardigans that Lupin liked wearing as opposed to robes and the shoulder length, shaggy black hair of Sirius, but Harry refused to be distracted from the vile creature in front of him and then in a déjà vu moment, he threw a disarming charm at the same time that Voldemort hissed out the killing curse and their wands connected once more in priori incantatem like they had years before in that nightmarish graveyard, but this time, Harry steeled all his strength and resolve and snapped the connection before it could become too difficult to hold on and threw the killing curse back at Voldemort, pouring all of his hate and loathing for the man into the spell, his want to have him dead for killing his parents and ruining his life sixteen years ago, his need for the creature to be gone so that he wasn’t a threat to him, his pack, his alpha and his two little pups strapped to his chest and, hitting him in the dead centre of his thin, skeletal chest, the force of Harry’s spell sent him flying back into a tree with a sickening crack, where he slumped down, his face etched in shock, his eyes wide with a recognition and fear that spoke of his knowledge that death was coming and he wouldn’t be able to get out of the way quickly enough.

It wasn’t the cheering from the Order or the screams from one Bellatrix Lestrange that alerted him that he was successful in killing Voldemort for good, it wasn’t even seeing the man slumped against the tree as he was in a state of shocked denial that he’d actually done it, that he’d actually killed someone with a wand, it was the strong arms that wrapped around him, ripping him up from the floor and cradling him and their sons gently that finally hammered home what he’d done. Fenrir was out of his cage.

The magic that Voldemort had used was dissipating, which would have only happened if he was truly dead. Fenrir hadn’t even waited for the cage to fully dissolve before he had wrenched himself free of the cage to come to him which had left him with scratch marks made by silver, scratch marks that were bleeding and due to the silver must have been burning, but Fenrir seemed to be oblivious and uncaring of his injuries as he held Harry tightly.

“Are you hurt?” Fenrir asked, ignoring the wizards around them as Jonas, Bryan and Warren were keeping their bodies between the wizards and their alpha pair, both Order members and Death Eaters alike, which were quickly being rounded up and secured with magical ropes. The one’s that weren’t being beaten by pack members that was.

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m fine. Are you okay? You’re bleeding and I saw they put you in a silver cage.”

“No lasting damage.” Fenrir grunted. “The pups?”

“Absolutely fine, they had a bit of a rough ride being strapped to my chest, but…LOREN!” Harry shouted out as he remembered that his friend, his pack brother who had risked his life countless times for him and his sons’, had been cut down in the forest and Harry didn’t even know if he was alive or not, even now he could be slowly dying as he wasted time cuddled up with Fenrir.

“Fenrir, you have to help him, they cut him down in the forest when we were running, I had to run and leave him…I don’t know if he’s okay or not!”

Fenrir nodded to Jonas, who was bleeding, but otherwise seemed unharmed and he ran through the forest in the direction that Harry had pointed in.

Sirius came over and he tried to appear calm and together, but Harry could see the glare he wanted to throw at Fenrir.

“What do you want?” Harry asked with narrowed eyes.

“When Snape came to us to say the Death Eaters were coming to get you, we rallied quickly to come and protect you.”

“Good job you did of that too.” Fenrir glowered at the man.

“We arrived as soon as Snape told us. He was sent with the other Death Eaters to come and capture you, but he came to the Order instead. Things haven’t been the same since Dumbledore was killed, but…”

“Dumbledore is dead?” Harry asked as he shared a look with Fenrir before looking back at Sirius.

“Yeah, the young Malfoy boy lured him out with some sob story about wanting to be reformed and being terrified and wanting a real life away from slavery and the Death Eaters ambushed him and killed him. That was about two months ago.”

“We don’t really pay attention to the news out here.” Harry pointed out dryly.

“The Ministry fell too, just last week, we thought things were going to take a turn for the absolute worst, Muggleborns were being hunted down and imprisoned, some were even being killed, but now, we can start rebuilding and cleaning out the Death Eaters.”

Harry could see the invitation clear in Sirius’ hopeful eyes.

He shook his head. “No. I’m not going anywhere. This is my home now Sirius, my family. You need to accept that. I’m in love with Fenrir, he’s my mate, my partner and we have two sons and maybe some more on the way.” He pressed a hand to his still flat belly. “This is where I belong now, this is where I want to be, you need to respect that.”

“You’re wanted by the Ministry.” Kingsley’s slow, deep voice cut through them.

“The Ministry has fallen; does it truly matter if a few werewolves slip by?” Harry asked, almost pleading. “I just killed Voldemort, the whole reason you were chasing me down was to get me to kill him for you and I’ve done that, why can’t we call it quits? We haven’t hurt anyone; we haven’t even encountered any humans since coming here. I just want to live in peace.”

“He tortured and killed Moody and Tonks. We didn’t have enough left of either of them to give them the send-off they deserved and we couldn’t give Ted and Andromeda Tonks the entirety of their only daughter’s body, they were devastated. He mauled them both to pieces.” Lupin said, jabbing an accusing finger at Fenrir with a tight scowl.

“You did?” Harry tilted his head back to look at Fenrir, who didn’t take those piercing blue eyes from the three people in front of him.

“I did. They had no right to hurt you the way they did or to treat you and our pups how they did.”

“It was a natural werewolf thing.” Harry said with a shrug turning back to the group in front of him.

“Don’t fob us off, I’m a werewolf too!” Lupin snarled.

“A poor excuse for one.” Fenrir mumbled.

“Just because I don’t eat humans like you!”

“Stop it! Just stop it! Being a werewolf has nothing to do with eating people! We eat deer thank you very much, do you want to come and see our cache so you can check we have no skinned humans inside?” He demanded angrily. “We are just trying to live, sometimes we need to kill to avoid detection, sometimes we even kill when we’re starving, but it’s been years since Fenrir has killed anyone for spite, he killed Moody and Tonks because they were endangering me, his mate and our two newborn sons, I almost dropped one of them because of how hard Moody was pulling on my arm and Tonks tried to take one of them from me, what was he supposed to do, sit back and watch? And I want it on record that I have never killed anyone for spite! So why don’t you take Voldemort’s body back to the Ministry, take the captive Death Eaters, set up again and forget you ever stumbled across us, it’s the fucking least you could do after what I just did for a world I don’t even live in anymore!”

No one moved, no one said anything, they all seemed too shocked to do anything, at least until Kingsley nodded his bald head once and Harry sucked in a deep breath, feeling like a brick wall of pressure had just lifted from his body, so utter was his relief.

“If you hurt, maim or kill any humans, this deal is off.” Kingsley warned him, looking uncomfortable at the mere suggestion of letting them go, but still he ploughed on with his tentative truce. “The moment you start turning people purposefully again is the day I get all my Aurors to come after you, do you understand?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, I do. You have no worries though, there’s no fun in hunting humans. Too slow, too stupid and the hunt doesn’t last long enough.”

The looks that garnered him made him snicker.

“I’m joking.” He said with a smile. “I’ve never hunted any humans, only in my wolf form and only for food and not since I found my pack, we have more than enough food to get us by, we just want to be left alone, please.”

“I promised your Father…”

“Sirius.” Harry said softly. “My Dad is dead and he’s not coming back. I’m an adult and I don’t need anyone to take care of my anymore. I have Fenrir for that, my partner. Hell I have children of my own now. I have had to drag myself up all throughout my life, I’m glad to have known you, but that part of my life is over and nothing now can change that, I am what I am and I’m not ashamed of that. I’m a submissive werewolf, I’m mated to Fenrir and I give him pups to carry on after him. I’m making the most of what I have and really, I’ve never been happier. Sure the winter is cold and bleak and I worry every day for my boys, but we know how to survive, we know how to get what we need, we just want to be left alone.”

Kingsley nodded again. “Then I’ll announce it in the Prophet as soon as I can. Harry Potter and Fenrir Greyback were killed in the struggle which also ended Voldemort’s life. I’ll call off the hunts for you both.”

Harry swallowed, that was better than he could have ever hoped.

“I…I know this is stepping over the boundaries a little, especially after this and what you’ve already done for me, but can you…I don’t want anyone to say that I was ever on Voldemort’s side.” He said in a soft voice.

“Of course not.” Kingsley added. “You killed him and then succumbed to your injuries shortly afterwards before medical help could be administered. You’ll be left alone.”

Harry smiled then, truly smiled and he held his sons to his chest and squeezed them tightly.

“Can I…can I see them?” Sirius asked. “They were near newborns the last I saw them, what do they look like now? I can see they’ve grown a lot.”

“They’re almost nine months old now.” Harry smiled. “They have teeth, hair, they’re crawling. Ulric is actually walking!”

Harry squirmed and Fenrir set him on his feet, but kept an arm around his waist. Harry didn’t mind and didn’t try to move from Fenrir’s arms. He pulled one of his sons from his sling to see Felan’s pouted face and paler blue eyes.

“This is Felan, he’s on his way to being weaned and he’ll be on solids soon.” He said proudly.

“I remember this one, does he still whine?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, he does. He enjoys it far too much.”

“As heart-warming as this is, we should really get these things from our clearing and help the wounded.” Fenrir growled, itching to go and check on the pack, yet he didn’t want to leave Harry and his pups with the very wizards who had once abducted them from him and did everything they could to keep them apart.

“Did Jonas find Loren?” Harry asked nervously, looking around and spotting both over to the side with Worrick.

He walked over, his heart in his throat as he saw that Loren was lying down and seemed to be…he wanted to say unconscious, he couldn’t think that Loren was gone, he just couldn’t, but he was lying so still and he was so pale and he was covered in blood.

“He’s fine.” Jonas assured him as he noticed Harry’s bloodless face. “He needs a bit of TLC, but he’ll be alright. It was a little cutting curse to his leg, he didn’t get up because dozy fucker that he is, he hit his head on a rock that was buried in the snow when he fell.”

Harry smiled in relief and petted Loren’s dirty, messy, blond hair. Those brown eyes cracked open and Loren smiled at him.

“Glad you’re okay.” Loren croaked.

“I’m fine, I’m happy to know that you’re going to be fine too.”

“I’ll be even better if you keep doing that with my hair.” He grinned, closing his eyes and tilting his head into Harry’s fingers.

Harry laughed and obliged him, combing his fingers through Loren’s blond hair gently. He rather thought that if he’d been a cat he’d be purring, he certainly was making soft noises akin to purring.

Jonas stopped him from leaving Loren’s side and wouldn’t let him turn around either, much to his frustration as Fenrir must have told Jonas to do it when he wasn’t looking. He could hear the sounds of rustling and dragging. There were some dead and his pack members were trying to shield him from seeing them.

“How many?” He asked with a dry throat.

“Five.” Worrick said with a grief stricken face as he watched what was happening from the other side of Loren, looking at the dead being dragged away.

“Not Warren, surely.” Harry said horrified at the thought of the two brothers being separated by such a tragedy.

Worrick shook his head. “No, my brother is fine.”

“Who?” Harry asked Jonas.

“Tavin was killed in the initial attack.” Jonas said softly. “Nathan died protecting Tackett, something which he’s beating himself up over, we’ll need to support him through this. Adam’s dead too, I don’t know what happened to him.”

“That leaves two more.” Harry pointed out when Jonas stopped talking. Understanding dawned on him when Jonas remained quiet and he licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry. “They’re from the original pack, aren’t they?”

Harry swallowed when no one answered him and he turned to survey the damage. Jonas blocked his view quickly and turned him back to face Loren.

“Who was it?!” Harry demanded his voice cracking.

“Miles is gone.” Jonas said sadly. “And…and…”

Harry turned to look at Jonas and felt his heart break at the look on his face. He slipped his arms around his waist and held on, letting Jonas hold him back, those strong arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Who?” Harry prompted in a whisper.

“Grant.”

Harry squeezed his eyes closed and burrowed deeper into Jonas, holding him tighter.

“We just lost Nick too.” Fenrir announced softly, coming over to them, his face heavily lined and his hands blood stained.

Harry shot back from Jonas and looked at him aghast.

“How?!” He said, tears welling up in his eyes.

“He was injured, badly. There was nothing we could do for him in time and he succumbed to his injuries.” Fenrir told him, letting Harry come to burrow into him instead, feeling the silent sobs wracking through Harry’s body, the tears soaking his shirt. “How’s Loren doing?”

“He’s got a bad concussion, but the wound to his leg was easily patched up, it wasn’t too deep, but he will scar, but we stopped the bleeding in time which is the most important thing.” Jonas said.

“How are you doing?”

“I barely got scratched.” Jonas waved away unconcernedly. “How’s the rest of the pack?”

“Tackett’s in a bad way, he’s inconsolable at the moment and he won’t leave Nathan’s body alone. Bryan’s injured, but he think’s Oscar needs more attention than him, despite him barely being hit during the fight. Warren’s fine and two of the three women huddled together with Burne and were uninjured as a result.”

“What about the third?” Jonas asked.

“Ran off at the beginning of the fight and hasn’t been seen since.”

“It wasn’t her was it?” Harry demanded, peeling himself from Fenrir’s chest to look up at him. He didn’t need to elaborate on who her was.

“No, Bernice huddled with Burne, she tried to run with him, but he wouldn’t leave and she wouldn’t leave him. Emily’s the one who ran.”

“There were more of them in the forest; I don’t think she would have gotten very far.” Harry pointed out.

“We certainly didn’t.” Loren said with a groan, his eyes still closed.

“We got far enough and in the snow too, which made it more difficult.” Harry said, moving to pet Loren’s hair again. “I’m very grateful I had you with me.”

“I failed to protect you.”

“You were cut down, Loren. You did more than enough for me and the pups and I’m grateful, I really am. Thank you for protecting me and getting me away.”

“Even if I failed?”

“You didn’t fail; all four of us are still alive. That’s not a failure.”

“I still didn’t get you away.”

“You didn’t need to, everything worked out in the end.” Harry soothed petting Loren gently, picking bits of twig out of his hair which was soaked with melted snow. “Get some more rest; you need some sleep to recover.”

Loren nodded and his brown eyes closed again. Harry went back to Fenrir and cuddled into him and ignored the Order removing the captured Death Eaters, most of them stunned or under sleeping charms for an easier time of it.

Their dead were lying side by side in a line, but Tackett was still sobbing and crying and apologising over Nathan’s dead body, Warren was crouched behind him, trying to sooth him to no effect. Harry doubted Tackett knew he was even there.

Bryan was standing guard over Liang, Burne and Bernice, stopping them from going anywhere, he had Oscar tucked into his side and was running a hand up and down the younger man’s arm to offer comfort, but as Fenrir said, Oscar looked near enough unscathed, just spooked.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He said weakly.

“You should be fine and left alone for the most part now.” Sirius assured him coming to stand close to him.

“Mostly left alone?” Fenrir growled, raising one black eyebrow.

“Well I’ll obviously want to drop in and see how Harry and the pups are doing.” Sirius said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I won’t do it invasively, I just…Harry’s the whole reason I’m still living, I just need to check up on him. He’s my only Godchild, my best friend’s son and grandsons.”

“You can come and visit sometimes.” Harry relented, swallowing a lump at how far Sirius had come to accepting him and his decision to remain with his pack, his family. “But not all the time, and send an owl ahead first! Fenrir and I…well, we…” Harry trailed off with a blush.

“We fuck often.” Fenrir filled in unashamedly. “Merlin help you if you interrupt us when we’re claiming one another.”

Sirius gave out his bark like laugh and the familiar sound took some of the embarrassment away from Fenrir’s blunt statement. Harry smiled at the forest floor; it seemed things were working out after all. Dumbledore was dead, Voldemort was dead, the Death Eaters were captured and on their way back to Azkaban and this time there would be no one to break them back out again and Kingsley was going to declare him and Fenrir officially dead, so they’d have no one hunting for them anymore. They could finally be at peace and hopefully nothing like this ambush would ever happen again.

They’d lost Scott, then Stacey and Sidney, and now they’d lost Grant, Miles, Nathan, Tavin, Adam and Nick. Maybe Emily too, but Harry found himself not caring as much about her.

More Death Eaters were flushed from the forest, the Lestrange brothers had apparently put up an anti-Apparation ward around the entire forest, some impressive magic, and since they were both still alive and hadn’t had the chance to remove the ward, it was still up for now, which allowed the Order members to capture the Death Eaters still wandering around. Emily turned out to be dead, an Order member carried her body back into the clearing, her stomach was cut open, almost from groin to shoulder and her cut was much deeper than Loren’s had been and her throat was cut open too, slit so deeply he could see the flash of bone inside. Harry averted his gaze quickly, but the memory of Hermione, her own spine showing through her neck, his tongue wrapping around the jut of bone, licking it clean of hot blood still rushed up to taunt him.

He paled and he scooped out Ulric and Felan from their sling and shoved them at Fenrir before he rushed away, just out of the tree line and vomited into a snow covered bush. He couldn’t stop heaving, his belly wouldn’t settle and the pressure built up until his head was pounding and his throat felt raw. He was reduced to dribbling bile and even then he still couldn’t stop or draw breath.

A large hand touched his back and he knew that hand so intimately by now that he didn’t even need to look to know that Fenrir was behind him.

“Our sons.” Harry croaked out, his chest heaving as he tried to suck in some much needed air before his belly twisted again and he vomited yellow bile again, his stomach contracting and relaxing in quick succession continuously, forcing more bile up his throat to dribble from his mouth, preventing him from breathing and his eyes started watering as his nose started running with the lack of oxygen and the force of the vomiting, his throat clenching tight, burning, as the bile trickled out of his mouth.

“With Jonas.” Fenrir said gruffly, hovering over him. Not sure what he was supposed to do or what would help. He was useless at these sorts of things and they both knew it.

“How can I help?” He asked, which made Harry feel all fuzzy inside like a girl with her first crush which happened to be on a young, sexy Professor.

Harry’s belly stopped heaving enough to suck in deep breaths, swiping a hand over his eyes and nose.

“Nothing Fen, it just has to pass.” Harry groaned, pressing a hand to his aching belly.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Harry shook his head. “Just stay with me.”

“I’m not leaving.” Fenrir said gruffly.

Harry got onto all fours and breathed as deeply as he could, trying to ease the pain in his stomach by massaging his belly. When no more heaving or vomiting showed up he carefully eased himself into a sitting position, then when nothing happened, he leant right back against Fenrir and kept breathing.

“What happened? I thought you’d be happy that bitch was dead.” Fenrir grunted.

“Oh I am.” Harry assured him, his voice hoarse and his throat raw. “It was the neck wound.” He admitted.

“Why does that bother you?” Fenrir asked completely confused, his eyebrows were even doing that thing where they were lowered so much they were almost joined in the middle.

“One of the people I first killed, the same night of my first change, she was a very good friend of mine, I snapped her neck so badly her spine was sticking out the side of her neck, I remember…I remember wrapping my tongue around it and licking off the hot blood. I was sick the first time I remembered that memory too and seeing that wound, it reminded me of what I did to my best friend and my belly just went again.”

Fenrir petted him roughly, but Harry didn’t mind, Fenrir wasn’t a gentle creature and he was used to the harsh petting and touches, it was familiar and welcomed and it made him feel so much better.

“Do you feel better?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, much. I need a drink though.”

Fenrir handed him a beaker of water, showing that he did think of Harry’s needs and was capable of empathetic thoughts.

“Thank you.” Harry croaked as he took the first mouthful to swill his mouth out, before he started gulping it down, the coldness of the water easing his raw throat blissfully.

“Do you want more?” Fenrir asked when Harry finished the beaker.

He shook his head. “No, I’m fine.”

He put the beaker down and turned to cuddle into Fenrir and let his mate sooth him just by being there.

Fenrir scooped him up and, wary of his ailing belly, carried him slowly back into the clearing and away from his pool of vomit.

“Are you alright Harry?” Sirius asked.

Harry nodded. “Just an upset stomach.”

“Are you pregnant again?” Bryan asked. Ulric in his arms, the little boy curiously looking around, though Bryan was keeping him shielded from the massacre behind with his huge shoulder. “The only time I’ve seen you vomit was when you were pregnant.”

Harry shrugged. “I still don’t know and I don’t think one round of vomiting proves that I am pregnant.”

“But it’s a possibility?” Sirius asked going slightly green.

Harry nodded. “A very big possibility. Our breeding season has only just ended. I dread to think what would have happened if we had been in the middle of the season when they attacked us.”

“They’re gone now and no one will attack us again.” Fenrir told him.

Harry breathed deeply and nodded, resting on Fenrir trustingly.

“We’re going now.” Kingsley came over to tell them. “All the Death Eaters have been captured, we’ve removed the anti-Apparation ward and cleaned up, I don’t want to be seeing you again.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “You won’t, I have everything I need right here.”

The Order said their goodbyes and they left, Sirius with assurances that he’d be back soon to check on him and that yes he would send an owl first when Harry reminded him.

Very quickly it was just them in the silent clearing with their dead. He swallowed and wriggled for Fenrir to put him down.

“Are you sure?” His mate grunted softly.

Harry nodded and Fenrir let him down carefully. Harry went over and knelt by the first body in the line. Grant. So strong, so solid, so sure of himself and everyone else. He had been a rock within the pack. It was hard to believe he was gone. He felt sick.

The tears came before he could stop them. He didn’t want to stop them; he needed to let them out, to grieve for the six lost pack members, he didn’t care about Emily. She’d been dumped down away from the others, she had abandoned the pack when they had been attacked, when they were in need, she would have been exiled anyway if she had lived.

Harry moved over to Adam, then Tavin, Miles, Nick and then finally Nathan, who was being sobbed over still by a devastated Tackett. He cried for all of them, he said goodbye to all of them and when he reached the end of the line, he swiped his eyes and stood back up. He looked down at the six of them and then looked at the darkening sky.

Fenrir’s arms came around his waist and held him tightly. He dropped his head into Harry’s hair, snuffling down to his neck, he bit lightly, not wanting to hurt or even mark, but to give comfort and familiarity.

“We’ll start digging their graves soon.” Fenrir promised. “Tomorrow morning, after we’ve had some sleep.”

“We can’t leave them here!” Harry said in horror.

“The snow will preserve them and a quick spell will mask their scent and the blood so no predators are alerted, they’ll be fine overnight. It’s too dark and I still have something to do before we can sleep.”

“What?” Harry asked turning and sending a look of confusion to Fenrir.

Fenrir kissed him and then turned to glare at Bernice, who was being guarded over, separated from the rest of the pack, by a silent, vigilant Worrick.

Harry pulled a face and nodded his understanding as he glared at her venomously. He went to Jonas and Bryan and took both his sons from them; he went into the cave and bedded them down, tucking them into their blanket cradles, soothing them and giving them both a kiss before coming back out into the twilit clearing.

“Burne. In the cave now.” Harry ordered firmly. “Watch my pups.”

“I…what are you going to do alpha?” He asked in a quaking voice.

“You’re an omega! It’s not for you to disobey a direct order from your alpha bitch!” Fenrir snapped viciously and Burne flinched violently and went to his knees in apology.

“Go in the cave, sit by my pups and don’t leave them. You know what we’re going to do.” Harry said softer, giving Burne’s chestnut brown hair a gently stroke.

Burne looked sick and pale. He nodded and stood on shaky legs, he already had tears rolling down his cheeks and on the fourth step he started sobbing. He didn’t once look at his Mother as he went into the cave to pupsit a sleeping Ulric and Felan.

“Please.” Bernice begged as she huddled down at Worrick’s feet as Fenrir stalked to her with long, angry strides.

“Please what?” He snapped. “We trusted you enough to send you to a town to get female products because you needed them, despite you being an omega bitch!”

“You sold us out instead.” Harry said softly, coming to stand beside Fenrir. “You sold out your entire pack and seven of them died because of it!”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way!” She cried. “You have to believe me, he promised me! He promised that they only wanted you!”

Fenrir snarled angrily, his fists clenching tight and his body thrumming with murderous energy.

“You believed him?” Warren demanded furiously, coming to flank Fenrir. “You put the entire pack in danger; you got seven pack members killed! All because you believed one man was going to come in and do what? Kidnap our alpha bitch under the cover of darkness without the rest of us knowing? Have you forgotten since becoming an omega bitch that we all sleep together, wrapped around one another? We would have felt them taking our alpha bitch!”

“They wanted the pups as well.” Harry pointed out. “You told him where I was and you asked him to take the pups too, didn’t you?”

“No one was supposed to get hurt!” Bernice insisted, a mad glint in her eyes.

“You sold out your pack, my mate and my pups!” Fenrir roared.

“All for your own gain too, you selfish woman!” Harry hissed. “Look at them!”

Harry stepped forward and yanked her off her arse by her hair and onto her hands, facing the line of dead pack members.

“You killed them. They died because you are a selfish fucking whore and thought it would be a good idea to tell DEATH EATERS where we lived you stupid bitch!”

“I didn’t know…!”

“How could you not know?!” Jonas demanded as he circled around Harry to face her. “What did you think they’d do, that they’d sneak in, steal Harry and the pups and then leave again? Without any of us being woken up or alerted? Or maybe you thought we’d just sit back and watch as our alpha bitch and alpha pups were taken from us? That we wouldn’t fight with everything we had to get them back.”

Harry sneered at the look on her face. That’s exactly what she thought would have happened and he wanted to beat her, just for giving up the lives of his pups to Death Eaters, but he wanted to make it last a very long time for the six dead pack members that had died to protect him and his pups on the information of one omega bitch.

“How dare you sell us out.” Fenrir spat, his burning eyes like blue fire in a face lined with fury. “How dare you get the balls to lie to my fucking face, to run around plotting to kill my mate and my pups and to actually lead strangers to where we live! Just because you had some ridiculous, fantasy of becoming my mate. It was never going to happen! Ever!”

“If he wasn’t here…”

“I prefer men you filthy little scum bag!” Fenrir snarled.

“You had women in the…”

“In that past!” Fenrir snapped. “When I was much younger, before I understood that I would rather have men as mates rather than females! If your little plan had succeeded, what did you think would happen? That I’d forget about Harry and my pups, that I’d sweep you up and confess to making a mistake and that I wanted you as my bitch instead?”

Harry snarled at the very thought and Fenrir placed a hand on his hip to calm and reassure him.

“If they were gone I would have had a chance.” Bernice said simply, speaking with a conviction that showed how sure she was of that fact.

Fenrir’s hands clenched so hard his knuckles cracked and blanched, going white and bloodless as his arms shook with the strain of not lashing out.

He hunched down in front of her and held her jaw in one hand, squeezing hard.

“Let me inform you of how deluded you were. You have never had a chance, the only thing you are fit for is entertaining my betas and even then you did such a piss poor job that they turn to each other when they’re done with you. You killed off seven of your own pack mates for nothing, you selfish, scheming cunt and I’ll make you pay severely for what you’ve done.” Fenrir promised calmly and quietly.

He stood back up and breathing deeply he turned to his remaining pack members.

“Anyone who doesn’t have the stomach for this can go; those who are too injured or too tired, go and get some rest. This is going to last most of the night, or until I get bored, whichever comes first.” He said callously.

Worrick moved to try and get Loren into the cave, as the most injured pack member no one would have blamed him for going to rest, but he fought Worrick off and sat down in the snow before he could fall and be dragged into the cave, unconscious.

“I’m staying.” He said stubbornly. “She sold out us, she admitted to wanting to get rid of Harry, my friend and my alpha bitch! She threw mere pups at the Death Eaters! Our pups! I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”

“Tackett?” Fenrir questioned, looking at the man who was still cradling Nathan’s dead body, silent tears streaming down his strong face.

Tackett shook his head vehemently. “I want to watch until the very end. I want to see her take her last breath for what she did to Nathan.”

“He wasn’t supposed to get hurt!” Bernice cried. “No one was supposed to be hurt.”

“He’s not hurt you fucker, he’s dead!” Tackett screamed a note of hysteria in his voice before he murmured quietly. “He’s dead.” Into Nathan’s hair as he buried his face into it.

Harry swallowed heavily at the display and turned back to Bernice with a lump in his throat and a burning desire to just end her, but Fenrir wanted to savour this, he wanted it to go slow and Harry could see the appeal of that, so he stayed himself and his urges and let Fenrir lead the show.

Fenrir moved so fast that Harry missed what he did, but it didn’t take a genius to work out that he had put his full force into stomping on Bernice’s shin, breaking both the bones in her lower leg as she screamed and clutched at it with both hands.

“To stop you from running away.” Fenrir hissed from between clenched teeth.

“Don’t hit her head or chest.” Harry ordered.

Fenrir turned to look at him questioningly and Harry felt the need to elaborate to his mate, who was sinking into a headspace where he would end their game before Bernice had suffered half as much as she deserved. “You’re a very big, muscly, powerful alpha werewolf, Fenrir. If you hit her head or chest, you’ll kill her before we’ve had a chance to make her sorry for what she’s done to our pack. We don’t want that now, do we? We need to make her suffer first, it’s our duty to make sure she goes off understanding that what she did was wrong and I wouldn’t want to tell my alpha male what to do, but surely you know how big and strong and powerful you are, so no fatal blows just yet.”

The look on Fenrir’s face was a feral mix of pride, pleasure, smugness and arousal and he pulled Harry into a toe curling, lingering kiss, before slowly turning back to Bernice and grabbing her arm. Holding it out by grabbing her wrist and elbow and placing a boot to her side to keep her arm extended, Fenrir looked at Harry.

“Hit her, right on the forearm.” Fenrir encouraged him savagely and Harry swallowed back any conscience he had at doing this by reminding himself that because of her seven pack members were dead, that Loren, Bryan and Jonas were hurt, that Tackett had obviously lost someone so very loved and important to him and that she had done it just to get rid of him and his two baby sons.

He took a deep breath and knew he couldn’t break her arm with his hand, he wasn’t strong enough, so he focused where he wanted to hit and swung his foot out instead. The loud crack that ripped through the almost silent clearing gave Harry such utter satisfaction that he started panting, and not from exertion either.

Fenrir allowed all the pack members who wanted to hurt her for what she’d done have a go at her as well, Tackett was one of the most vicious and by the time he was done with her Bernice couldn’t even cry any more, she had stopped begging for help soon after they’d started, realising that no one would come to her aid, not even her own son.

The sky was just starting to lighten again when Fenrir shook his head and hunched back down in front of the bleeding, broken traitor.

“I’m going to kill you now.” He told her, making sure she knew that her end was coming.

“Please. I love you.” She garbled out through missing teeth and a swollen cheekbone. Her opposite eye was a ruin of swollen flesh, blood and a bruise that was a livid red, already taking on a hideous dark shade.

“I hate every single part of you and when I’m done I’m going to leave your body several miles away for scavengers to pick apart.” Fenrir snarled, reaching out and taking her jaw in his huge, rough hand again. This time he applied more pressure and crushed it before standing up and delivering such a powerful kick the snap of it hitting Bernice’s skull echoed. Harry was surprised that her head didn’t go sailing off her shoulders.

Bernice thunked into the snow, the area around her already pink with blood, spots and speckles patterning the snow as far as five feet away from the punishment of the pack. Half her head was caved in from Fenrir’s boot and Harry felt that he could finally breathe a little easier.

He turned back to the main clearing, looking over the far side at the cave. Burne must have heard everything and Harry felt so sorry that he had lost his Mother, his Father and his brother and sisters. He’d lost his whole family, but hopefully he still realised he had his pack.

“Take her away and dump her body for scavengers to find.” Harry said tonelessly. “The last thing I want is for Burne to see her like this. He doesn’t deserve that.”

“He’s…!” Tackett tried to burst out but Harry shut him up with a glare.

“He’s not his Mother. He is not his Father or his brother or sisters. He’s Burne, his own person and we will treat him as such. I know you’re hurting Tackett.” He said softer, his gaze turning sympathetic. “But taking it out on innocent people isn’t going to make you feel better. The one responsible for Nathan’s death, for all of their deaths, has been killed. Make your peace with that and move on.”

Tackett swallowed, probably what was a mountain of abuse he wanted to rain all over Harry and his declaration, and nodded tightly.

“Can I get rid of the body? I want to piss on her before I turn in.”

Harry looked to Fenrir and then nodded. Fenrir looked bone tired. “Don’t take too long Tackett; you know you’re my wind breaker in the cave.”

That made the older, larger man smile, if a bit listlessly. “I’m sure Worrick will fill in my place for you.”

“Where’s the other bitch?” Bryan asked, looking around confused. “Where’s Liang?”

Harry snapped his head to look where she had been, huddled down, watching as the pack beat, tortured and then finally killed Bernice and found only her indent in the snow.

“If that little bitch has run, let her ride out the rest of winter alone.” Fenrir snapped. “I should have killed the three of them when I first took over. All-male packs are stronger and less fucking distracting.”

Harry’s mind was working overtime and his gaze drifted back to the cave. Was it foolish and naïve of him to have left Burne watching his pups while they stood outside and killed his Mother? His last remaining blood family member.

His heart stuttered as it took in the missing Liang and he moved before he thought about moving. He made a distressed noise and ran to the cave, his pack watching him curiously. What he saw would haunt him forever and the panic and loathing he felt was unrivalled as the scene etched itself into his mind, making sure he’d never forget and that he’d never be able to forgive himself.

Burne was face down on the cave floor, blood pooling around his still, unmoving body and Liang held a bloody knife in her small hands, her face pulled into a snarl, those dainty teeth bared. Even as he stood rooted to the spot forcing his brain to take everything in going on inside the cave, she hunched down and reached for Felan, who was awake and watching her, his little body wriggling to get away from her, but he was pinned under all of his heavy blankets.

He screamed loudly and raggedly in equal parts fury and terror and it startled Liang just enough for him to rush her and tackle her before she could get control of herself enough to grab for one of his sons. He felt the searing pain of a knife being plunged into him, but he didn’t care. He beat her with his bare hands and when he was thrown off her by a well-placed kick to the chest, Fenrir was there to take over.

“She stabbed Burne to kill our sons! She was going to kill our sons!” Harry screamed hysterically, making sure that everyone understood what was happening, even as Jonas pulled him back and checked him over, he found one of the deep stab wounds and quickly put pressure over it.

There was no build up for Liang, no torture by the other pack members; Fenrir lost control so much and so quickly that one huge fist with all his force and power behind it caved in the front of her face as easily as if it had been made of card.

Harry didn’t stay to watch as Fenrir took all his anger and fear out on Liang’s already dead body. He broke away from Jonas angrily and went to his sons and he picked them up to cradle them close to his chest. Warren and Bryan were seeing to Burne, Harry didn’t want to think on if he might be dead or not, it would be his fault if Burne was dead, he would never forgive himself for giving the order for him to stay in the cave with his pups if he was dead.

Felan was whimpering, not his usual whining either, but actual whimpering and Harry took him out of the cave and into the dawn, stroking his back softly and soothingly, murmuring to him.

Fenrir stormed from the cave and went off in the direction of the river. Harry didn’t blame him for his detour, he was plastered in blood, Bernice and Liang’s both.

“Are you okay?” Loren asked, wobbling over with a grimace on his face, one hand pressed to his upper thigh.

Harry nodded, feeling detached from his own body as he continued to stroke and calm Felan, clutching Ulric just as tightly to his chest as he listened to their terrified whimpering and sniffles.

“Are the pups okay?”

Harry nodded again as he stared out over the line of dead bodies. He noticed that Emily had vanished with Bernice’s remains.

“Come on, talk to me Harry.”

“I just want to wake up from this nightmare.” He said tonelessly.

“I’m sorry. You’re not dreaming.” Loren told him softly.

Harry nodded. “I know.” He said softly.

Fenrir came striding back, his hair was wet and he was nearly naked, his bloodied clothing nowhere to be found. He dismissed Loren with a move of his head and he embraced Harry, who jumped at how icy cold he was.

“You need to get warm.” He croaked.

“We need to sleep.” Fenrir said his voice rough and strained.

“Grab the blankets. I want them down between us tonight. I can’t let them go.”

Fenrir led him into the cave, Jonas had gotten rid of Liang’s body and Worrick was just finishing cleaning up the blood, but there was nothing they could do about the smell of it thick on the air.

The pack settled down, none of them speaking, though Harry was happy to see that Burne was alive, but he was pale and his face was pinched in pain. Harry didn’t even feel his own stab wounds, even as Fenrir sat him down, stripped him before he cleaned and wrapped them for him, his movement’s harsh and jerky, even as he tried to be gentle, but he was too angry and seeing stab wounds on Harry’s body was not helping him calm down.

Many of the pack cuddled together that night and though they were all silent, the noise of their thoughts was loud enough to give Harry a headache. He grimaced and touched his head, coming away with blood. He must have caught it somewhere, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember where. Fenrir wrapped his head up before dragging all the blankets and duvets that the pack had lying around over all of the pack members. They were all cold and it had nothing to do with the snow and the cutting wind and the blankets helped very little.

Harry shuffled as close to Fenrir as he could get with their two sons between them, Jonas pressed right up tight to his back and wrapped his arms around him tight. Every pack member was pressed close to the other and Harry startled and looked down when someone rested their head on the bend of his knee, but it was only Loren, who had Bryan wrapped around his back to keep him warm and safe during the night.

He swallowed heavily and settled down, his tremulous thoughts making it very difficult to sleep and when he did finally drop off to sleep, the sun was just peeking into the cave entrance. His sleep was not easy or peaceful and he was plagued with nightmares and bone eating fear. He was restless and kept waking up before drifting back off due to sheer exhaustion. He didn’t stay asleep for long and he was just as exhausted when he got up as he had been before he went to sleep. The next few weeks were going to be hard on all of them and lack of sleep and grief was not going to help them any as they tried to move on from this.

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William ‘Bill’ Weasley rubbed his forehead with three fingers. His life had taken on an automatic quality ever since his Mother and four siblings had been killed two years ago. He spent his time taking care of his two remaining younger brothers and making sure his Father was taking care of himself, the thin, balding man he’d grown up with was now thinner and balder than ever. He was worried.

He sighed at the article in the paper that claimed Kingsley Shacklebolt as the new Minister for Magic after he came to the Ministry dragging the dead body of the Dark Lord Voldemort. As a member of the Order he had been there for the drama the other day. The public had rallied around Kingsley as a leader after the death of Dumbledore and Scrimgeour and with the news that Harry and Greyback were now ‘dead’ too, Kingsley had never been so popular with the masses.

He knew the truth though; he knew Harry and Greyback were still out in a massive wild forest in Derbyshire. Kingsley had pardoned them for their part in killing Voldemort and with the promise that they wouldn’t hunt any more humans.

The Order had been hard at work hunting Voldemort’s Horcruxes, Dumbledore had had no other choice but to recruit them in to help since Harry had disappeared yet again. They had found and destroyed the last one just five weeks before Voldemort had launched his attack and in that time they had agonised over Dumbledore’s theory that Harry himself was a Horcrux, or rather his cursed lightning bolt scar was a Horcrux.

Sirius had refused point blank to kill Harry, or to even entertain the thought and Bill agreed with him, as did Charlie. They wouldn’t kill Harry and they had gotten angry when some new recruit had pointed out that he’d killed their family so they should want Potter dead.

Bill hated that Harry was blamed for what had happened when he knew Harry had had no control and no input in what had happened. He had been bitten and then locked up the following night for fear that he’d turn, when he hadn’t they had assumed he was safe and hadn’t take precautions the following full moon, the night Harry had turned. If they had perhaps things would be different, but two years on and Bill was done playing the ‘what if’ game, things had happened how they had and he couldn’t change that, he’d made his peace now and so had his brothers and their Father.

Then came the knowledge that perhaps the werewolf genes had destroyed the Horcrux when he changed, but Emmeline Vance had been the one to point out that Harry still had the scar when they’d captured him a months before, which had put another knot in their wands as they couldn’t exactly go out and start asking about Horcruxes or cursed scars caused by failed killing curses. They just didn’t have the information they needed and they had no clue how to get rid of the Horcrux within Harry without killing him, which they refused to do, so they were in an endless tough spot, kill Harry to kill Voldemort, or let them both live, or hope that the werewolf genes had destroyed the Horcrux within Harry’s scar but had left the actual scar behind because it was just that, a permanent scar. They didn’t pretend to know much about cursed scars, but it made sense that even if the Horcrux was destroyed, that the actual physical scar would remain.

When Harry had faced off against Voldemort, his two sons strapped to his chest, Bill had never been more horrified or afraid. They didn’t know if Harry could kill Voldemort, they didn’t know if the last Horcrux was destroyed or not, they just didn’t know and for Harry to be standing there with his two small sons was heart clenching.

Diving into the battle with Death Eaters, Bill had missed most of what had happened with Harry and Voldemort, but when Harry broke the Priori Incantatem and then threw the killing curse at Voldemort his heart had gone into his throat.

Seeing Voldemort fly back into a tree, obviously dead, Bill had felt a moment of surprise that the werewolf genes had seemed to destroy the Horcrux after all, then jubilation that Harry had managed to actually kill him when the war had been getting worse and Voldemort’s grasp had gone so far and so deep.

The end was actually pretty anti-climactic. Harry had done all of the work, the Order had mainly been there to capture and secure Death Eaters and to stop the angry, well…more like absolutely livid, werewolves from attacking the tied up Death Eaters. Not that the Death Eaters hadn’t suffered some casualties and ‘light’ mauling from the pissed off wolves for invading their territory, killing their pack members, caging their alpha male and then attacking their alpha bitch who happened to be holding the pack’s pups. No, to say that they had been pissed off was a serious understatement and they had wanted blood for it.

“Bill?”

Bill looked to his brother Charlie and smiled at him, nodding his head to the chair beside his own.

“I was just checking the paper.” Bill said as he folded said paper up. “It seems that everything is falling into place, it’s almost too easy, too smooth. I keep waiting for something to pop up or the other boot to drop and for everything to go wrong. I don’t know, I just…I don’t trust this sudden calm, it doesn’t feel real.”

“I know what you mean.” Charlie bobbed his head and sat down, his stocky body flexing with muscles, his skin dotted with shiny burn scars. “This time last week we were running around, there wasn’t enough time in the day to do everything we needed to get done, we were searching under every little pebble for information on Horcruxes and cursed scars and You-Know-Who was gaining strength and power by the day, the Ministry had just fallen, Scrimgeour was dead and he was all set to take that over too and now today, nothing. I have nothing to do, it’s peaceful and calm, it’s surreal.”

“I can’t say that I’m not glad.” Bill said. “But I wish Mum and the others had lived to see this peace.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it.” Charlie said with a sad smile, gripping his shoulder in a show of brotherly affection. “It happened Bill, we can’t change that and if you think about it, if Harry had never been bitten, he wouldn’t have paired up with Greyback. They wouldn’t have been in that forest, hell we don’t know where Harry or Ron or Fred and George would have been or what they’d be doing. We all came out of this alive, me, you, Dad and Perce. There’s no guarantee that if things had been different that we all would have come out the other side again. If things had been different the end battle might have been much different. The Death Eaters had to hunt Harry down instead of him hunting them down, that distracted them and Harry was able to get the upper hand as he fought on his home turf. If it had been the other way around, there’s no telling that any of us would have survived the final battle. You-Know-Who could have won even and then where would we be?” Charlie pointed out wisely.

“When did you steal Percy’s brain?” Bill teased lightly, knocking into Charlie.

“This morning when he was pouring over that boring report for Kingsley. He hasn’t missed it yet.” He answered without missing a beat.

The shared a laugh before sobering up.

“How’s Dad?” Bill asked.

Charlie nodded his head. “Yeah, he’s doing okay. I think he’s just glad it’s over now. I think we all are.”

“You don’t think that he’ll get worse now that it’s all over, do you?” Bill shared one of his biggest fears.

Charlie shook his head. “No, I think he’ll do what he said he will. I think he’ll live for us and now that Percy and Audrey are expecting, I think having a grandchild around will help him.”

“He’ll keep thinking back to Mum.” Bill said softly. “She loved children and she wanted grandchildren, it might make him worse.”

“I don’t think it will, I think a new baby in the family will help him come to terms with everything.”

“I hope you’re right.” Bill sighed.

“Of course I am. Cheer up Bill, Dad’s going to be fine. Me, you and Perce are fine and he’s going to be a Father, he might even get married. Our lives have to move on from this, we can’t wallow or we insult the dead and Mum would beat us with a spoon if she knew we were wasting our lives.”

Bill grinned and tugged on his ponytail, remembering his Mum begging him to let her cut it. It reminded him of her now and every time he run his hands through it he could hear his Mum’s voice. It helped him a lot.

“As long as we stick together, I think we’re going to be just fine.” Bill agreed with a smile, clapping Charlie on the shoulder and for the first time he actually felt like doing something for himself, something that didn’t include his brothers or his Father.

He went to the fire and flooed to Gringotts bank, he was going to gather his courage and ask Fleur Delacour on a date. She had been trying to gain his interest for years, but he had been wallowing and burying himself in his pain and his need to see his remaining family members safe, now he was going to be selfish and think only of himself and he was going to focus completely on the absolutely gorgeous woman who was clinging to the hope that one day he’d return her feelings. Today was that day and one thing was for sure, he’d be doing a hell of a lot of grovelling and making up to win her trust and heart after he’d been trampling all over them for the last two years, but he was very stubborn and he wouldn’t give up on her, not now that there was no threat to their lives or happiness.

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Harry glared at Fenrir from across the clearing. He didn’t want the man near him and despite his best efforts Fenrir couldn’t change his mind. So he had to sit across from Harry and stare at him as his mate grimaced and groaned, holding his large belly between his hands.

It was late June, their first two pups had passed their first year, which had been celebrated for an entire day and night and the both of them were walking now, or at least trying to as they toddled around clumsily.

They had found out that Harry was pregnant in early April, he hadn’t been as sick with this pregnancy as he had with Ulric and Felan, but he was far more emotional and his moods could flip at a moment’s notice, unfortunately the mood he flipped too was usually anger and he spent a lot of the last two months screaming and shouting at everyone.

He wasn’t really angry at Fenrir, he was just in pain and he breathed heavily and deeply again. He thought he was in labour, the stabbing pains up his back certainly pointed in that direction, but it wasn’t time yet.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Warren asked as he walked past.

Harry nodded tightly and his glare moved easily from Fenrir to Warren, who held his hands up and moved away. All of them had learnt quickly to avoid Harry in one of his moods.

The pack had suffered a devastating loss, but they were pulling together closer than ever. It had been four months since the incident, almost five now, but Tackett was still morose, not that anyone blamed him, but they made sure to pull together around him to support him and he was smiling and laughing again.

The six dead men had been buried with Stacey and Sidney; the pack paid their respects to them all often. The body of Liang had been taken to where Bernice and Emily had been dumped, there was nothing left of them now. Wild wolves had eaten the remains and scavenger birds had picked the bones clean. They were once again an all-male pack, at least for now.

Harry cupped his belly and smiled sadly as he remembered Stacey teasing him what seemed like an eternity ago about not giving the pack a little girl. He wondered now if he was going to give Stacey his wish of a little girl for the pack, though he suspected the man had been joking about it, but now that Stacey was dead, it didn’t really matter anymore.

“What’s the matter now?” Fenrir demanded from across the clearing and Harry looked up, only to realise his eyesight was blurry and he was crying.

“Nothing!” Harry snapped back.

Fenrir growled and he stood up and came over.

“Don’t you come near me!” Harry hissed.

Fenrir however had had more than enough and ignored him, falling down beside him and pulling Harry onto his lap and holding him in place, even as Harry squirmed and kicked and fought to get away. He eventually tired himself out, his pregnancy kept him exhausted most of the time and he tired very easily.

When Harry stilled, falling back exhaustedly, that was when Fenrir felt the ripples and spasms going through Harry’s back muscles and he frowned.

“Are you in labour?!” He demanded incredulously.

The pack stopped at the loud declaration and looked around, some with mouths hanging open.

“Announce it to the fucking world why don’t you!” Harry shouted.

“You are in labour!” Fenrir snarled. “Why the fuck didn’t you damn well tell me?!”

“Because it’s not time for the pup to come out yet.” Harry hissed through clenched teeth.

“I could have helped take away the pain!” Fenrir raged.

“How?!” Harry snarled back.

Fenrir snorted and bent Harry forward holding him in place and Harry was going to start screaming and raging again when Fenrir’s large hands started massaging his back with just the right amount of pressure to make his muscles relax and in just the right places to take away the pain. He relaxed and sighed softly, feeling better within minutes.

“See, you should have just told me!” Fenrir grunted.

“Sorry. I don’t know where the anger comes from.” Harry said sadly as his mood changed yet again in a complete one-eighty at a moment’s notice.

“You’re in pain, your hormones and shit are going ballistic and the attack on the pack is likely playing on your mind. Do you feel safe here?” Fenrir asked.

Harry nodded. “I do now. I trust everyone here and I’m happy to leave Ulric and Felan with every pack member we have, I don’t think that’s the issue anymore. The other points however, those I can get on board with.”

“Is he in labour alpha?” Oscar asked softly. “Do you need us to do anything? Water, blankets?”

Fenrir nodded. “Get a fire started; I need boiled water, blankets and a knife. Is the stature kit safe?”

“Yes alpha.” Loren answered. “Do you want it now or shall I leave it where it is?”

“Go and get it, I want everything prepped and ready.” Fenrir ordered.

“I’m glad you’re here this time.” Harry said softly.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Fenrir told him. “I only left the last time because we needed supplies, it’s not my fault you went into labour early.”

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because I have so much control over this.”

Fenrir chuckled and pulled Harry back against his groin before going back to massaging his back, slipping a hand around his side and over his large stomach every now and then to feel his new pups kicking within.

Harry’s hands were pressed firmly under his own bump, just like the first time he had gone into labour, trying to use pressure to get rid of the pain.

It took only an hour for the pack to set everything up ready for the birth, but Harry still wasn’t ready to give birth, insisting that it still wasn’t time.

Ulric and Felan however were done with their nap and they wanted their Mum’s full attention, something Harry couldn’t give them as the pain was starting to make him feel sick and irritable.

“Mama!” Ulric frowned at him as Harry all but ignored him, trying to breathe deeply and evenly, but still he breathed too quickly, almost panting as a lash of pain went through his lower body.

“What do you want Ulric?” He forced himself to ask through gritted teeth.

“I have him.” Loren said as he picked Ulric up and holding him tightly as Ulric twisted and kicked, crying out and screaming. “He’s getting strong.” Loren panted himself, holding the wriggling boy tightly, ignoring the look of pride his alpha gave his son, he understood where the pride was coming from, he just didn’t too much like that it was at his expense.

“He definitely has the alpha streak in him.” Fenrir agreed, grinning.

Harry ignored all of them as Felan crawled onto his leg and patted him to get his attention.

“Hey Felan.” He greeted as mildly as he could, he had never, nor did he ever want to shout at his two sons, but he couldn’t help rocking slightly as the pain built in his throat until he had to swallow down a scream of agony.

“Mama.” Felan patted him before turning around and sitting down next to Harry, grabbing his own shoes and rocking like Harry.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he moved one hand to tuck a lock of jet black hair behind Felan’s little ear. He hissed between his teeth and bent back down again, the pain changing and he gasped.

“Now!” He snarled. “Get the pup out now! Someone move Felan! Keep him and Ulric away.”

Oscar quickly picked Felan up and he and Loren moved away with the boys to where their toys had been put that morning to keep them distracted and entertained.

Fenrir held the folded belt up to Harry’s mouth and Harry unclenched his jaw long enough for it to be slotted in and he bit into it as hard as he could. His shirt and jeans were removed next and his huge, stretched belly was exposed, but Harry seriously didn’t care at this point as he allowed Fenrir to move him how he needed, he just did as he was told, which was bite on the belt, keep breathing and keep fucking still and don’t lift his hands or arms.

Fenrir stuck the top of Harry’s body under his arm, bent over his lap so that his bum was still in Fenrir’s lap, his legs stretched out in front of him, but the top half of his body was bent back over Fenrir’s leg and was lying on the floor behind him. Fenrir balled up Harry’s shirt and stuck it under his head.

“Keep that belt in your mouth and don’t make me have to pin your legs down.” Fenrir warned.

Harry nodded to show that he understood, but he knew Fenrir could see the fear in his eyes, it was probably written clear all over his face. Fenrir turned and gave him a soft smile, it stunned Harry into forgetting for a moment what was about to happen.

“Just stay still.” Fenrir told him, he took one of Harry’s hands and pressed it to the waistband of his jeans. “I can’t stop once I start, even if it gets too much for you, so do what you have to, to get through it, even if you have to tear up my back with your nails, just do it.”

Harry nodded his understanding when he locked eyes with Fenrir and saw that he was deadly serious. Fenrir turned and locked his arm in place around Harry’s ribs, he wouldn’t even be able to sit up and he panicked.

He bit into the belt, but his one hand, the one that wasn’t clenching Fenrir’s waistband, went to Fenrir’s arm that was keeping him pinned down. He tried to move it to no effect, hitting it, but Fenrir didn’t move, he felt the tip of a knife press against his skin and that was when he started crying.

He begged with Fenrir in his mind, but his jaws refused to unclamp themselves from the belt that was between his teeth, not even when he tried to scream when that blade sliced a line through his skin, quick and easy.

He dug his heels into the ground and tensed his leg muscles, but he didn’t move them, even as he screamed and screamed behind the belt, the old leather muffling the sound as Fenrir worked with the help of Warren, not that Harry could see them, all he could see from where he was pinned down was Fenrir’s back and if he turned his head, he could see their home, the cave and on the other side he saw trees and wildflowers. He could not see what was happening on the other side of his body, but he could damn well feel it and the pain was excruciating enough that he vomited around the belt, choking and spitting it out around the belt.

Burne came around and hunkered down by his head, cleaning him up with a soft, clean blanket, his face worried, his eyes concerned as he started stroking Harry’s hair gently and murmured softly to him. Not that Harry took a blind bit of notice of him as he thrashed and screamed behind the belt.

Burne pinned Harry’s one hand down, the one that was trying to claw at Fenrir’s arm, the other hand was tugging at Fenrir’s waistband and scrabbling at the skin of his back. Burne held his shoulders down too, he looked so apologetic and worried, but Harry didn’t care as the rage took over and he screamed harder as the pain took on a new level of absolute agony and he shook his head. He couldn’t deal with it, he couldn’t do this, how did anyone expect him to be able to deal with this level of pain, this torture, he couldn’t do it and he screamed harder behind the belt, fighting Burne harder as the omega wolf pinned him to the floor, resting his weight on him to keep him as still as possible. Harry sobbed and cried behind the belt, he couldn’t deal with this agony.

“You can do it.” Burne told him softly. “They’re almost done, just a little longer.”

Harry glared at him, but it only made Burne smile softly. Harry snarled behind the belt, but the wail of a newborn pup stopped him and he tried to look over at his newborn baby, but he couldn’t see and only then did he start kicking his legs and making angry, pained and frustrated noises.

Burne took a baby wrapped in a blanket that was handed to him carefully by Warren and then Harry had a baby in his arms and he settled down, everything was worth it, all the pain, all the agony of being cut open, the labour, the entire cumbersome pregnancy and he barely noticed the tears still falling down his face, the pain of having another baby pulled out of his body, he didn’t care as he looked at the bloody, squashed face of his newborn pup.

Another baby was handed to him and he cuddled the both of them tightly. He let out a scream as he felt a needle being pushed through his skin, the sickening pulling of having his skin tugged back together as the stitches went in.

Burne pressed something onto his chest and Harry blinked open eyes he hadn’t realised he’d closed to see a third little pup on his chest and he made a soft, excited noise as he looked at the baby. Three. He’d given Fenrir three new pups.

“It’s almost over.” Burne cooed to him and Harry gave him another glare for good measure as he bit so deeply into the belt he thought he’d either crack his teeth or leave a permanent indent in the leather, it was Fenrir’s belt though, so maybe his mate would enjoy having his teeth imprinted forever into his belt, perhaps not so much the vomit stains though.

Screaming and gouging out runways of earth with his feet as he tried to ignore the stitches going into his belly, Harry tried to focus on his three little pups, trying to decide if they looked like boys or girls, but they all looked the same and they all looked like unisex, androgynous dolls. Bloody, swollen, squashed looking dolls, but they were his, no matter what gender, no matter what they looked like; they were his and Fenrir’s.

“There you go, all done.” Burne said brightly.

Harry gave him the look his tone of voice deserved, because the pain didn’t just stop because Fenrir had stopped putting in his stitches. The pain stayed and it was still white hot agony. He couldn’t even tell that Fenrir was finished the pain he was feeling was that bad, the only inclination he had that Fenrir was finished and now that he’d been told he had finished, was that he couldn’t feel the painful tugging on his skin anymore.

A soft blanket was swiped over his belly and down his thighs, warm water was poured over him and the blanket was back, patting over his stitches and then Fenrir carefully turned over and Harry got to look him in the face.

“I’m so proud of you.” Fenrir rumbled quietly and roughly as he used one hand to stroke his jaw before easing the belt from between Harry’s still clenched teeth.

“You better enjoy these, because I’m never doing that for you again.” Harry rasped, his jaw aching from how hard he’d had it clenched for the last several years.

Fenrir laughed and bent down fully to kiss him, ignoring the sour taste lingering in Harry’s mouth.

“Are you going to sit up or are you going to stay there?”

“I’m fine here thanks.” Harry whispered, his voice almost completely gone and everything pained and aching, lances of pain still shooting through his body.

“Well if you sit up, I’ve got a pain potion for you.” Fenrir coaxed, making the small bottle dance in front of him.

Harry forced his body up, gasping and grunting through the pain and with one of Fenrir’s arms around his back to help him he managed to stay upright and keep his three babies in his arms, but he gasped and groaned and then almost shrieked when the pain became too much.

Fenrir bent him back slightly and held the bottle to his lips and tipped. Harry was almost ashamed of how he guzzled the contents of the bottle down his parched throat.

The potion started working almost immediately and Harry went boneless with a happy moan of pleasure.

“Thank you so much.” Harry said blissfully.

“You know why I couldn’t give it to you before, don’t you?” Fenrir asked.

Harry nodded. “I needed to be able to keep my muscles tense as you pulled the pups out, something I wouldn’t have been able to do had I taken the potion first as all pain potions have muscle relaxants in them.”

Fenrir nodded. “As long as you don’t think I did it to be cruel.”

“I could never think of you as cruel. Sadistic yes, especially when you’re denying me my much needed orgasms, but never cruel.”

Fenrir snorted and brushed his sharp, strong nose against Harry’s and then bent his head further to kiss the three new pups.

“So what did you get?” Bryan asked, his smile was so wide Harry was surprised his lips didn’t split.

“Three little pups, what did you expect, pigeons?”

“No! Girls or boys, Stacey’s ghost will come and haunt us if you don’t have a girl.”

Harry snorted. “I thought the same thing.” He admitted with a smile.

The pain now completely numbed out, Harry sat himself up and cushioned two of his three babies on his thighs, keeping his firstborn in his arms as he kissed the little baby gently.

He unwrapped the blanket and moved a leg that was smeared with dried blood to look at tiny genitals and he grinned up at Fenrir.

“Well don’t keep me waiting, I just pulled these pups from inside you and I cut their cords, I deserve to know what I gave you.”

“This is the first one born, or would that be the first one yanked out?” Harry mused.

Fenrir flicked his ear and Harry laughed.

“Okay, okay!” He relented, giving Fenrir a huge smile. “He’s a boy.”

Fenrir’s grin could only be described as shit eating and he took the baby into his large arms, making the little pup look even smaller.

“Do you have a name?” Jonas asked him with a smile.

Harry shook his head. “I have ideas, but nothing solid yet. I didn’t know what or how many I was having; it’s hard to name a baby without a gender and even harder to pick out names when you don’t know how many you’ve got growing inside.”

“So what are the other ones?” Tackett asked.

Harry smiled at him. They’d done wonders in supporting him through the loss of Nathan, but this was the first time he’d seen Tackett actually smile sincerely since the ambush massacre by the Death Eaters four months ago.

Harry picked up the youngest, the third born baby, unwrapped the tiny little body and picked up a skinny little leg. He laughed and wrapped the baby back up and handed the newborn carefully to Fenrir, who looked at him inquiringly.

“Another little boy.” Harry said with a smug grin, Fenrir’s own grin matched his.

Harry checked the last baby, the second born baby, unprompted and the baby whined as Harry grabbed the little leg.

“Oh no, not another whiny baby!” Harry pleaded as the baby let out another soft whine.

Fenrir just laughed and cuddled the two babies he was holding tighter.

“It has to be your genes.” Harry pointed out, though he was smiling. “I haven’t whined a day in my life.”

That made his whole pack laugh and Harry huffed in mock offence. “I don’t know why you’re all laughing.” He scowled. “I don’t whine!”

Harry picked up the little, pale leg and huffed yet again, rolling his eyes.

“I swear your virility knows no bounds! All boys.” Harry announced. “Five little boys under two, that’s just asking for trouble.”

“You should get them cleaned up before the blood attracts predators, I’ve already buried the placentas. There were only two, so you know what that means?” Jonas grinned.

“You missed one and it’s still inside me?” Harry said with a frown and then his brain started to move and he paled. “Oh please tell me you don’t have to open me back up again to get it out! I’d rather keep it where it is thanks.”

That made his pack laugh and Fenrir bent forward to kiss him.

“I forget how young you actually are.” He murmured softly. “That you only had two placentas means that two of the babies are identical twins. The second and third born boys.”

“You already knew the last one was a boy, didn’t you?” Harry shook his head, his grin growing when Fenrir gave an embarrassed little shrug.

“It was nice to have it confirmed.” Fenrir told him.

“Two, year old boys and three newborn boys. You must be so proud.” Harry teased.

“I am. Very, very proud, of you and the pups.”

“I didn’t do much, mostly dug a hole with my feet, glared a bit, screamed a bit, gouged rivets into your arm and back and almost bit through your belt.” Harry grinned. “Oh and I puked, sorry about that.”

“Don’t downplay how brave you were to go through such a procedure in the first place.” Fenrir told him seriously. “Not to mention carrying the three of them for as long as you did, even though it was grating on you and your independence by the end.”

“You did the hard work.” Harry murmured. “I have no idea how hard it must have been for you to cut into me, knowing that it would hurt me so much, yet still doing it anyway. That’s the real bravery here.”

Fenrir looked so embarrassed that Harry sighed and changed the subject before anyone could notice and make Fenrir grumpy by pointing it out.

“I’m thinking that this first little lump should be named after you for your brave part in this horrific, mentally scarring situation.” Harry said consideringly, looking at the larger, firstborn boy.

“What, Fenrir Junior?” Fenrir snorted.

“No, I think that’s too confusing. I think having one Fenrir in this pack is more than enough.” Harry grinned, kissing Fenrir gently. “I was thinking…well I don’t know what I’m thinking as that pain potion is seriously strong and is blurring everything and muddling all my thoughts, but what do you think of Ferus?”

“I think that is the pain potion talking.” Bryan told him, ruffling his hair as he walked past with a bowl of freshly boiled water.

Harry huffed and unwrapped the second born baby that he was still holding and plopped him into the bowl of water, using a corner of a fabric scrap to get rid of the dried blood and thicker things that he didn’t want to name or know where they’d come from.

“Pain potion talking or not, I like the name Ferus.” Harry said as he washed the baby of blood.

“So what about the twins?” Loren asked, Harry’s older sons, who Loren was supposed to be watching, were nowhere in sight.

“Ulric and Felan?” Harry asked, looking around, a bit groggily now that the pain potion was making him woozy as well.

“You can’t name these two Ulric and Felan, that’s just cruel.” Jonas teased. “You can’t have Ulric and Felan senior, Ferus and Ulric and Felan junior.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

Jonas laughed. “We know. Burne has Ulric and Felan, they’re calling for their proud Mummy, but Burne’s distracting them still.”

Harry nodded and settled down again, washing his new son with gentle strokes. When he was done, Harry handed the wet baby over to Warren, who wrapped him back up in a clean blanket before taking one of the other babies and dumping him in the clean bowl of water that Bryan had changed out while Harry was handing over the second born baby to Warren.

“Hello baby Ferus. You look a lot like your Daddy, but I wonder if you’ll grow to look like him too.” Harry mused with a whimsical smile.

The pain potion made him very sleepy and he didn’t last long past bathing the new babies and he settled down cuddling with Ulric and Felan. He fell asleep and the next thing he knew Fenrir was groaning and there was a high, piercing crying wail in his ear, splintering his skull into hundreds of fragments that stabbed into his brain painfully.

“Stop making noise Fen.” Harry grumbled sleepily, turning over and wrapping his arms around one of his year old pups tightly.

“It’s not me!” Fenrir hissed incredulously. Harry could almost see the scowl on his face behind his closed eyes. “It’s the newborn pups, they want a feed.”

Harry blinked and opened his eyes again. “What?” He asked as he rolled over, only to screw his face up as a wave of absolute agony tore through him.

He let out a small scream, but cut himself off by shoving his own fist into his mouth. He kicked his legs and waited until the pain passed before he cracked his eyes open.

Fenrir slipped an arm under his neck and held another bottle up to his mouth and Harry gulped it like a dying man would water. He relaxed soon enough and sighed.

“Thank you so much! I love you more than anything, just as long as you keep giving me those potions!”

Fenrir snorted and then fed one of the little newborn pups. Harry forced himself up and he fed another of the little pups and then bedded him back down again as Fenrir fed the last pup. He curled up and sighed as he watched Fenrir burp the little baby and bed him down again in another trio of blanket cradles. Ulric and Felan didn’t need them anymore, they were a year old and it was summer. They were cuddled up with the pack and they were wrapped up in blankets, but they didn’t need to be buried in them anymore, not when it was going into July and it was quite warm out, despite it being the middle of the night. Harry was not happy to be back on night feeds, especially not three hourly feeds for triplets. He liked his sleep, but as he looked at the three newborns, then his two little one year olds, his five children whom he loved and his last thought before he went to sleep was that he wouldn’t give them up for anything, even if his little babies were on every hourly feeds for the next six months.

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Harry fell back into an easy routine, not doing more than he could handle and making sure to delegate responsibilities while he was healing. Three newborns were infinitely worse than two, everything was tripled, every bath time, every feed, every changing. The entire pack was grouchy and tired as hell as well as stressed as Fenrir took his own lack of sleep out on them when they failed to hunt successfully.

A month on from when he had birthed, it was now the end of July, almost August and almost his eighteenth birthday. Not that he cared, birthdays and Christmas meant little out in the wild forests, but his pack mates always acknowledged the day and gave him congratulations, he wondered if his new pack would do the same, though he supposed they would, they’d all become good friends. Fenrir’s gifts were the best though, he spent the day with him, doing small, little things that made Harry smile and at meal times, he gave Harry his favourite parts of the deer and he cuddled him through the evening, talking to him lowly in his gravelly voice, but it was the night that Harry looked forward to most. The hours of fucking and screaming as Fenrir focused his whole attentions on him and staved off his own orgasm to give Harry as many as he could before his stubborn will faded and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, where he would give Harry one final, screaming orgasm before joining him and then holding him tight in his arms all night and into the morning. Harry grinned, he couldn’t wait.

A baby crying woke him from his daydreams and he moved to pick up Ferus before anyone else could and he cradled his thirdborn baby tightly, shushing him and kissing his cheeks and brushing his tears from his eyes as he stroked the jet black downy hair that all five of his sons had growing.

“Is he alright?” Fenrir shouted out from his new lookout point.

Harry nodded and shouted back. “He’s fine, he probably felt a little left out is all.”

Fenrir had become so protective of their children that Harry barely recognised the uncertain, flapping man that his mate had become. All because their youngest, identical twin had developed colic a week after his birth. Harry had dealt with it as best as he could, following the advice from the development books he still had to get rid of the griping, trapped wind that was causing all the pain and the discomfort.

He had named his youngest twins and he remembered how much Fenrir had scowled, almost pouted, as Harry took charge and didn’t ‘consult’ him on the names before giving them to their sons.

It always made him smile to think about it, but he understood. He had been kidnapped before he’d birthed Ulric and Felan the first time and when he came back to Fenrir he’d already birthed them and named them, then he had named Ferus the same afternoon he had been born and then he turned around and named the younger two as well. He had kissed Fenrir hard, deep and passionately and had sworn to him that he could name the next litter of pups.

“The whole litter?” Fenrir had questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Harry had nodded. “The whole litter, even if there are six of them. You can name them all, but please, nothing stupid or I’m calling a presidential veto.”

Fenrir had been so happy and he’d stopped sullenly sulking on his new rock lookout point above the cave, even though it wasn’t as high as their first home, he still enjoyed being up there.

Harry looked to him now, sat up on his rock with Felan in his arms and sat securely on his lap. Fenrir was murmuring lowly to him, pointing to things and talking and Harry felt his heart melt. He knew how much Fenrir loved him and the pups, who the hell needed mere words?

Ferus warbled softly and Harry started rocking him more firmly and those baby blue eyes slipped closed almost immediately. Maybe it was less feeling left out and more overtired, he amended his earlier thoughts as Ferus almost immediately slipped into sleep. Harry gave him a kiss and tucked him into his blanket cradle and covered him over with a light blanket, it was too hot for thicker, stifling blankets.

Instead he turned his attentions to his identical twin sons, who really were completely identical, from their jet black hair, baby blue eyes, to the little ellipse shaped birthmarks they both had on their upper, left thighs. Harry could only tell them apart at the moment due to the fact that his fourth born son was a whiner, like his older brother Felan. His youngest son was silent, always silent and he barely cried, barely moved, he was so laid back and even tempered that their personalities were like night and day, even if their appearances were like mirror images.

He went to his youngest son now, Garvan, and sighed as he saw that the little boy was scowling at everyone and everything though a tiny pouted mouth. He looked like nothing would ever satisfy him and he looked so much like Fenrir that Harry snorted.

“You look so much like your Father, Garvan; if you’re not careful you end up just like him.”

“I heard that!” Fenrir snapped from where he was sat with Felan.

“Good! Look at this bloody scowl; you’d think I was dancing naked with a fucking elk draped over my back.”

His pack mates snorted and gave him a look. Harry flipped them off with a grin.

“I haven’t been getting enough sleep. My brain no work with no sleep.” Harry pouted at them before he rolled his eyes and turned back to Garvan as they started laughing at him yet again.

Harry had named his youngest son for his rough start with colic. Garvan meant rough little one and with all the scowls and frowns, he was a rough little one too, which made Harry smile. His identical, older twin brother was named Lorcan, which meant fierce little one and it fit him to a tee too.

Harry tucked them in, but when Garvan just stared at him, almost glaring under his crinkled little brow, his little mouth a severe line that reminded him of Professor McGonagall, Harry picked him up again and cradled him.

“I think you gave me a sociopath.” Harry complained to Fenrir, who looked up from Felan to frown at him too.

Harry held Garvan out, facing himself and laughed as he compared him to Fenrir. “Look! Perfectly matching expressions!”

Jonas came up behind him and checked and he laughed loudly. “He’s right alpha! There’s no way this boy isn’t yours!”

Jonas kissed Garvan and his son’s frown deepened, which made Jonas laugh louder.

“You’ll have your hands full with this one. He’s going to be hunting before he can walk!”

“You think?” Harry asked consideringly as he brought Garvan back into his arms to cradle him gently, kissing his brow, which relaxed and eased it so that it didn’t look like his month old baby had constipation.

“If he’s not you can beat me with a stick!” Jonas told him with a grin.

“I don’t know what I’d like more.” Harry ribbed.

“I’d rather beat Jonas with a stick.” Bryan grinned as he came over, pulling Jonas down and trying to get him into a headlock, but Jonas countered him and sat Bryan on his arse, but Bryan grabbed Jonas’ ankle and yanked him down with him and they started wrestling and growling at each other, snarling and biting.

“I swear you two are getting more and more like animals.” Harry sighed. “Do you rut when no one’s looking too?”

That stopped Jonas dead and Bryan managed to get a good, real hit to him. He stopped immediately when Jonas sprawled over onto his back and laughed, sitting Jonas back up.

“You’re not supposed to lose focus when play fighting Jonas! That’s how people get hurt.” Bryan chastised mildly.

“You know I don’t like men.” Jonas frowned, ignoring Bryan and focusing on what he saw was the more important topic.

Harry smiled. “I was joking Jonas.” He explained as he tucked Garvan into his bed, his face eased of frown lines as he slept peacefully. “I know you only like women, though maybe one day you’ll get a woman you actually like, as long as she’s not one of my future daughters, I won’t kill you for it.”

Bryan laughed and clapped Jonas on the back, before getting up and walking out of the clearing, probably going for a piss or something.

“I wouldn’t dare touch my alpha pair’s daughters. I like my cock and balls where they are.” Jonas told him firmly. “And my throat for that matter.”

“Until you do get a female wolf you can stand, you’ll just have to make do with your hand and rutting into Bryan under the guise of a fake fight.”

“Why you…!”

Harry laughed as he ran from Jonas, being chased all around the clearing and sometimes dipping into the trees. Jonas caught him soon after, Harry was still recovering from his pregnancy and the traumatic birth and he wasn’t as fit as he had been before he’d fallen pregnant a second time, this one a litter of triplets, but he was slimming down again and getting healthier and stronger, which was only a plus, but Jonas was a strong, fit man and hadn’t recently been through a pregnancy, labour and a caesarean, so he caught Harry easily and even managed to tackle him to the ground though he did take the impact upon himself so Harry wasn’t injured at all in the fall.

They fell about laughing and Jonas carried him back to the clearing, to find Fenrir tucking up Felan with his littermate, his twin, Ulric, who had been exploring the back of the cave with Burne and was now asleep too. He was much steadier on his feet now and could toddle around without much falling, unlike Felan, who tripped over every stone, twig and sometimes over air.

Jonas dumped Harry in Fenrir’s arms and nodded to his alpha, before he went back over with the other beta males and the lone omega male, who hadn’t been beaten in three months. The tension in the pack was almost non-existent now and they had all settled down and calmed down and everything was just better, so much better and Harry loved it, it felt like a real home now and he’d have it no other way, no other environment would be more perfect for his sons.

“Hi.” He greeted Fenrir with a wide grin, wrapping his arms around that thick neck and pulling himself up to peck Fenrir’s lips.

“Have you worn yourself out playing cat and mouse with Jonas?” Fenrir grunted.

Harry shook his head. “I’m never too tired for sex with you, my big strong alpha male.” He grinned.

“I was thinking less sex and more practice for the next breeding season.” Fenrir replied with a smirk.

Harry laughed. “If you think you need the practice, then by all means, go for it, we have to make sure you’re up to the task and up to the standard I expect from my alpha male. I can’t have you going all old and weak on me now, can I?”

“Of course not.” Fenrir grunted as he sat down and kissed him.

“Which baby do you think will interrupt us tonight?” Harry replied with a smile.

“With the way he’s been today, I think Garvan.”

“I was thinking more Ulric. He’s been so curious today.”

“I wonder how far we can get.” Fenrir mused, even as his hands wandered all over Harry’s body, touching flesh and digging fingers into dips and curves as he caressed skin.

“As long as it’s not like yesterday, I was so close!”

“I felt you clenching around me as your orgasm built.” Fenrir chuckled.

“It’s not funny. Our own sons are giving us blue balls.”

Fenrir licked around his neck and sucked a mark where his shoulder met the curve of his neck.

“We could always pass them off onto our beta males and steal away for an hour.”

“You really want that practice don’t you?” Harry laughed.

“I’m out of practice; I haven’t claimed you fully in two weeks. That doesn’t sit right with me or my wolf.”

Harry laughed and was just about to agree when Lorcan started whining. Harry let out all the breath in his lungs in one long sigh.

“Well we were both wrong about who would interrupt us.” Harry said grumpily as he bent forward and dug Lorcan out of his blanket cradle. “Why are you whinging?” He asked the tiny baby.

Lorcan grizzled and didn’t stop until Harry held him against his chest, resting his little ear against his heart, the strong, sturdy beat soothing him more than Harry’s voice alone ever could. Lorcan loved listening to hearts.

“There goes our night.” Fenrir sighed, scratching at the scruff on his chin.

“I could watch them alpha.” Tackett said softly.

“You don’t mind?” Harry asked.

Tackett shook his head. “I’m sure the eight of us can watch over the five of them.”

Harry smiled and handed Lorcan over, he whined at being shifted from the steady heartbeat, at least until he was pressed to Tackett’s heart and he quietened back down again.

Then Felan vomited and all the best made plans were all for naught with his little family. Harry picked him up and shushed him as he screamed and Fenrir was in his element. His flapping, over protective, mother hen element.

“What’s wrong with him? Is he going to be okay? Does he need a Healer?” Fenrir demanded harshly.

“Oh gee, I don’t know Fenrir!” Harry snapped. “How about you let me check on him first?!”

Harry pulled Felan from his shoulder, ignoring the baby sick sliding down his back and sticking to his front. He tore off his own shirt and then undressed Felan from his vomit covered clothes and checked him over.

Felan sniffled and whined a little in his own way as Harry pulled him back to his chest, bare skin to bare skin. He checked him over and then frowned, checking the vomit and even sniffing it.

“Who the fuck let him eat grass and fucking leaves?!” Harry demanded angrily.

“What?” Fenrir asked.

“There’s grass and leaves in his vomit. That’s why he was fucking sick, who was watching him?!”

“I had him this morning.” Oscar admitted. “We didn’t go anywhere near the sides of the clearing, I kept him and Ulric in the middle with their toys.”

“I took him down to the river.” Bryan told him. “I didn’t let him or Ulric out of my sight and neither of them went near grass or leaves, I let Ulric rip up a flower, but I took it from him before he did anything with it.”

“I had him last.” Fenrir said with a frown. “I don’t think he ate any of the foliage.”

“But he could have?” Harry prompted.

Fenrir shrugged. “He could have, he was stood on my lap and reaching over my shoulder as I spoke to him, he grabbed the branches of the trees, but I never noticed him eating anything.”

Harry rolled his eyes and cuddled with his son, who was sniffling and crying a little before sniffling again and even huffing.

“I know Felan; your Daddy didn’t keep a close enough eye on you and now you’re suffering for it.” Harry said his eyes boring holes into Fenrir.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Fenrir snarled.

Harry glared at him harder and didn’t answer, turning back to Felan and rocking him until he fell asleep in his arms.

“I…I care for…those boys are mine!” Fenrir hissed so no one else could hear him. “I would never do anything to harm them!”

Harry sighed at how emotionally stunted Fenrir was that he couldn’t even say he loved his own sons. He made a mental note to help Fenrir with that as best as he could, he didn’t need the words, but his sons likely would, but Fenrir had had a hard life, he’d been bitten, almost savaged really, by a crazed and bitter werewolf in an attack that had almost killed him and then he had been abandoned by his family at the age of nine as soon as they had found out that he had been turned into a werewolf. He’d then been accepted into a pack, which had helped, but just seven years later the alpha of that pack had cast Fenrir out to die. Fenrir had been just sixteen years old and he had struggled and fought for everything since that moment until he had met up with Jonas on a full moon, another lone wolf he was also struggling to survive and they had both been gearing after the same elderly stag. An easy meal. Together they had brought it down and they had shared that meal and the morning after, when they were back in their human forms, Jonas had followed Fenrir and wouldn’t leave him alone. Then came the whole debacle with Voldemort and doing his bidding, gaining Grant and Bryan and Nick along the way, but Fenrir had broken free of Voldemort and led his small pack to safety, but by then the damage had been done and Harry ached for all the hurt that Fenrir had felt throughout his life.

“I know they’re yours, I know you care for them and I know you love them.” Harry said softly. “But please keep a closer eye on them, we have three, month old boys and two, one year olds, one Fenrir, they’re just one year old, they need constant watching and constant supervision. Please, I can’t…I can’t lose them.” He said, his voice breaking and he averted his gaze and swallowed hard.

Fenrir sat down and placed a hand on Felan’s head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…I wouldn’t want to hurt them, I didn’t know.” Fenrir admitted bitterly.

Harry sighed. “I know. I see the way you are with them, the way you look at them.” He smiled and turned to look at Fenrir. “You love them so much, I know you wouldn’t hurt them purposefully, but you’re a hard man, sometimes the things you do are inappropriate and I know that you’re my alpha and I can’t tell you what to do, but please, just watch them a little closer, please.”

Fenrir nodded and shuffled closer to him, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders.

“I will, I promise. I’ve…I’ve never had pups live as long as Ulric and Felan. I’m sort of out of my element here.”

“I am too!” Harry pointed on. “I’ve never had any pups before Ulric and Felan, as you know, I was a virgin before you.”

Fenrir grinned at that and Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, yes, I know you’re so very proud that you’re the only one to get between my legs and give me your pups, that’s not the point, they are my very first children, I don’t know as much as maybe some would, I certainly don’t have the experience Jonas has and he really has been invaluable, but I’m winging it too, just like you.”

“You watch them like a hawk though; maybe I should take a leaf out of your book.” Fenrir mused. “You’re making me soft.”

He gave Harry a shove and Harry snorted. “I think that’s a perk of being a monogamously mated werewolf with five sons.” He replied with a smirk.

“Soon to be more.” Fenrir grinned. “I get to name them too.”

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. “If I’m pregnant again in just six months’ time I’m going to castrate you in your sleep. I can’t go through that level of pain every single year, so maybe you’d be better off hoping we miss a year before you start wishing another baby on me.”

“As long as you don’t forget that I’m naming the whole of the next litter.” Fenrir grumbled.

“I won’t forget.” Harry smiled teasingly.

Harry put Felan back into a shirt and tucked him back up; his second son was fast asleep from the light rocking and the soothing tones of Harry’s conversation with Fenrir.

Harry surveyed the five babies sleeping, Ulric and Felan tucked up together and his three near newborns, Ferus, Lorcan and Garvan, tucked up heavily in their blanket cradles. He tucked a loose corner back in as he smiled at them all lovingly.

“I think we can go and enjoy the rest of our evening now.” Harry grinned, moving to straddle Fenrir’s jean clad lap and kissed him hard.

“You’re not too tired? I can’t tell you how ego destroying it is having your partner fall asleep on you during sex.”

“It wasn’t during sex. Not really.” Harry admonished with an embarrassed smile. “Your touches were so nice I just happened to drift off. I was very tired then, so it wasn’t really my fault.”

“You fell asleep when I was caressing you to prepare your body for sex!” Fenrir pointed out.

Harry laughed and cuddled into Fenrir’s chest, feeling his burning warmth.

“That’ll teach you to be so gentle with your touches when I’m already tired.” Harry grinned.

“I was trying to be careful after I cut you open and pulled out three pups before stitching you back up. I didn’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

Harry couldn’t keep the grin from his face. “You were too gentle; your ghosting touches sent me right off to sleep.”

Fenrir huffed and turned away frowning. Harry thought his pout was adorable, but didn’t tell his breeding partner such, he didn’t want a smack.

“Last time I ever do anything nice and considerate for you.” Fenrir grunted.

Harry couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up and out of his mouth.

“I enjoyed it; I was having trouble sleeping until that point.”

Fenrir pitched him off his lap and onto the floor and Harry laughed harder.

“On any other night it would have been a very welcome change, but when I was already tired, it was a little…much.” Harry explained.

Fenrir turned his back on him and Harry’s grin widened. He moved forward and draped himself over Fenrir’s back, wrapping his arms around that thick neck and pressing his chest to Fenrir’s muscular back.

“I still love you.” Harry said, kissing a stubbly cheek before licking an ear. “Even if your sexual advances do put me to sleep.”

Harry screamed out a laugh as Fenrir growled and yanked him over his shoulder and into his lap, digging thick fingers into his sides and his belly, tickling him mercilessly and not letting him go or letting up on his assault, even as Harry begged him to let him go.

“Please! Please Fenrir, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!” He gasped out between giggles.

“I don’t think you’re actually, truly sorry.” Fenrir told him sadistically as their pack looked on in amusement.

“I am! I am, I swear. Please Fenrir! Please let me go! Stop! Stop please!” He begged between bursts of uncontrollable giggles and laughs, his body rolling and thrashing as he kicked out his legs and tried to fruitlessly capture Fenrir’s hands to stop them from tickling him.

Fenrir eased up and stopped tickling, but his hands still pinned Harry down in his lap and he smiled down at his lover, his mate. He felt the swell of emotion that he had come to associate with Harry bubble in his chest and he bent down to kiss Harry’s lips lightly, even as he smiled in answer to the smile that was plastered over Harry’s face.

Harry actually giggled and shifted his body in a full body wriggle before he settled himself down more comfortably in Fenrir’s lap.

“I love you.” Harry told him easily.

Fenrir opened his mouth and grunted. How much he would give to be able to say those words back to Harry, but every time he tried, he merely grunted, the words getting stuck in his throat and he always swallowed them back down again, like a ball of bile that made him feel worse for swallowing it, it needed to come out, but it was so difficult for him to get those words out. They were just words, but the deep, sincere emotion behind them made him choke on them before he could bring them up and out and it was the fear of those emotions that kept him swallowing them back down each and every time.

“It’s alright.” Harry said from down in his lap, looking up at him with such love and care, that smile still on his lips. “I know you love me, you don’t have to say it. You show me that you love me so often through the course of every day that I don’t need to hear mere words to know, just make sure you let our sons know that you love them too, if you take as much care with them as you do me, then I have no doubt that they’ll know, as I do, that you love and care for us all.”

Fenrir was choked by emotion yet again and he said nothing as he tried to show Harry how much he cared, but he wasn’t sure if he was successful or not, but Harry still smiled, as if all he needed was to see Fenrir trying to show his love to him.

It seemed ridiculous, to be sat there with Harry’s head and shoulders cradled in his lap, staring into each other’s eyes and trying to convey love to him, but he was still sat there doing it.

Harry raised a hand and cupped his cheek, grinning up at him, before a huge yawn took over until his eyes started watering. Fenrir snorted and brushed them away from those huge, green eyes.

“You’re tired, aren’t you? I knew it!” Fenrir smirked down at his lover.

“I am now!” Harry huffed. “You tickled me half to death; you know writhing around a floor makes me tired.”

Fenrir’s eyes widened and then he laughed. “I think you need to sleep.”

“I thought you wanted to claim me, to reconnect with me physically?”

“I do.” Fenrir nodded. “But you’re too tired. You’re still recovering. The procedure to get the pups was brutal and invasive and it left lingering damage. It’ll take you months to be better and I don’t think my ego could take it if you fell asleep on me during sex for a second time.”

Harry sighed and nodded. He held his arms up.

“Take me to bed then, for the boring bed stuff and not the good, exciting bed stuff.” Harry sighed. “Maybe tomorrow we can try and sneak away for an hour or three.”

Fenrir smirked at that and picked him up and carried him over to their sons, where a blanket had been lain down so that Harry wasn’t sleeping on the floor in such a delicate condition. He put a hand under his pouch and felt his healing caesarean cut. It wasn’t too bad any more, it was relatively healed, but it did look quite bad still when he lifted his pouch up to peer at it.

“Is it hurting you again?” Fenrir asked concernedly.

Harry shook his head. “No, I was just thinking about it and my hand automatically went to the scar. It hasn’t hurt much all day today; it’s been good and hasn’t really played up at all.”

“You’re getting stronger, you’re healing well.” Fenrir nodded as he lay down and spooned up to Harry’s back, who was facing away from him with his twin pups in his arms.

“I know, I just wish it would happen quicker. I know I’m doing much better than a human would, but still I can’t help but wish it would go a little fucking quicker.”

Harry grinned over his shoulder at Fenrir, who snorted and bent forward for a kiss.

“Stop talking and get some sleep. I want you well rested for tomorrow.”

Harry laughed. “I’m sure you do, but you have to make sure the babies don’t need us first.”

“The betas can care for them for an hour for us, I have a need to claim you and it’s not going to go away until I do claim you again.”

“Is this part of being mated?” Harry asked as he rolled onto his back to look at Fenrir without the painful crick in his neck.

Fenrir nodded. “The physical need for our mates.”

“I’ve never felt it before.” Harry frowned.

“We’ve never gone so long without sex before.” Fenrir pointed out with a leering grin.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back, cuddling up to his sons and Fenrir moved to spoon against him again.

Harry took one last look at his three, month old sons and settled down with a sigh as he noticed them all sleeping peacefully, his twin sons sleeping in his arms and Fenrir’s arms wrapped around him.

It had been a damn crazy couple of months, they’d lost pack members and they’d gained three new ones. Harry smiled, bittersweet, as he cuddled with his family, feeling the beta males settle around them. He wished they hadn’t lost members, of course, but they had and it was time to move on, they had to get through this for the survival of their pack. Pack looked after pack and they had helped Tackett day in and day out and he was getting better with their love, support and care. They had helped him and he was getting better and now months later, they were all doing better and with the addition of Ferus, Lorcan and Garvan, there was laughter in the pack once more, as well as tears, screams, baby sick, snot and very, very bad smells, but Harry would have it no other way.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face, surrounded by his family and the knowledge that he would be left alone, left in peace now that no one was hunting him or his lover down. He was finally at peace with the pack, the family, that he loved and no one could now rip that away from him. He slept easily and peacefully without nightmares or the visits from Voldemort, with the knowledge that he would not be hunted down by anyone now that they thought him and Fenrir dead.

Murmuring in his sleep, Harry wriggled a little in his arms and Fenrir smiled as he kissed the back of Harry’s head gently, he lay himself down and squeezed Harry around the middle, pulling his mate closer to him as he settled himself down in the summer night to sleep. He cared for his family a hell of a lot and he would do anything for Harry and their sons. He would do anything and everything to protect them and no one would ever hurt them, or try to hurt them, while he still drew breath, he would never allow it. Not ever.

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A/N: This is an absolute monster of a chapter lovelies! I want monster reviews for this one! Please? Well anyway this is the last but one chapter, there is only one more to go after this and then we’re done and we can get back to Rise of the Drackens, which should be exciting.

Kkbk: Harry doesn’t have access to any money; the pack has no money, so he can’t buy anything, let alone get enough money to get themselves overseas or to buy any amount of land.

Right, I hope you’ve all enjoyed this chapter! Especially after all the time, effort, blood and sweat that went into it. This chapter took so much out of me and it’s reflected in the word count, so I hope you love it, appreciate it and give me feedback on it, needy author needs reviews, especially as it’s coming to the end.

But anyway, I’ll see you all soon with the very last chapter, which has a very large time skip of some years, so be sure to read the warnings, until then lovelies,
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