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What Are You Worth?	By : kati Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 109055 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Chapter 12

The wild man glared at him with such venom and hatred that Fenrir could feel Harry shudder against him.

"You! How can someone like you be fit to serve as Alpha? It is your job to protect and govern the people, not fuck them," spittle sprayed from his lips, "and then kill them when you are finished with them!"

Fenrir didn't understand, none of this made sense to him. His Harry claiming not to be his Harry at all, and the accusations were being flung at him like dog shit. Kill? Harry? Use Harry? Was this man insane?

He whispered into the room, the air now thick with hate and heat, "I have never harmed my partners - well," his mouth twisted in a mock-rueful manner, "not unless they were asking for it. And you think I mean harm to Harry? My mate? These accusations are ridiculous. I demand that you leave us to talk to each other alone."

The man cackled creepily. "Your mate? Harry has just told me that he hasn't met his mate yet, so how could you be his? You spied an appealing submissive with no mate yet to protect him, and thought you could lure him away to rape him! That's what this is! And when you were finished with him you were going to kill him so that he could never tell others of your crimes! You think you can do anything, just because of your title, but I will not allow this!"

The man leaped forwards with his hands curled into claws and his teeth bared in a roar of rage. Fenrir, under normal circumstances, would have met the challenge head-on and no doubt would have bested the foolish dominant, but as it was, with his submissive to protect, he spun around and scooped the startled boy into his arms and sprang to the side.

The other two men in the room stared on in horror, and Fenrir found that he rather admired the aggressive brother more; anyone who had the guts to challenge their Alpha in order to 'protect' their brother was definitely held in his highest esteem.

He deposited his mate upon the bed and sprung back around to defend himself against the furious swipes of his attacker's claws, and went on to deliver a bone-shattering blow to the man's abdomen. His face went white and he struggled to catch his breath as he slipped to the floor.

Fenrir observed him nonchalantly; he wasn't getting back up anytime soon. He spared a glance for the other two, who were perceptibly shaking where they stood, and strode from the room to fetch some guards.

He found seven unconscious men and women dominants slumped all over the antechamber floor, and more in the hallway.

Fenrir sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; he'd have to recheck the quality of the training these imbeciles received if he wanted to be able to relax in his own home at all.

He searched the halls for more guards on duty and growled at them, as he was wont to do, to get their arses to his chambers to hold in custody the three dominants that they found there and to offer the out-of-action guards some medical assistance from the palace medical wing. They were also to receive half-pay for the next two months for their failure and a demotion. He did not suffer fools lightly.

He made his way back to his rooms as slowly as he possibly could whilst his guards surged on ahead like a herd of persecuted gazelle.

What was going through his mate's mind? He did not doubt that Harry was the one, and the only one. He could feel it in every fibre of his being, just as Harry should. Every time he looked at the boy, whether he be as a wolf or as a man, he felt that foreign and welcome ache in his gut, that twisting and turning, telling him and leaving no doubt that the one he observed was his.

But why was he denying it? Fenrir had seen the way that he looked at him, and when he had been frightened of a situation he had looked to Fenrir for protection; they were definitely made for each other, and Harry knew that!

Fenrir dreaded returning to his rooms to have to face his mate, who seemed to have a none-too-small cruel streak running through him.

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Harry had no idea what was going on. When the Alpha had removed him from the dining room he had thought that he was going to be punished. Instead, the Alpha had spoken to him kindly in his spine-tingly voice, leaning down to be on his level, breathing air into his face, giving intimate touches, and smiling warmly. This was unexpected and completely bewildering.

He had tried to express himself in his botched English, and was almost certain he had said something completely opposite to what he had been trying to say. And trying to understand the Alpha was hellish; his accent was so different from Rook's and his English teachers' back at home, and his sentences more complex.

But then the dominant had threatened him with his voice in exactly the way that he had first expected him to, and for some reason this upset him much more after feeling the radiance of the Alpha's kindness than he supposed it would have if had never felt such warmth from the handsome man.

Perhaps he had been kind to lull him into a false sense of security and then meant to lash out after he had thought himself safe; it was certainly more humiliating than simply being thrashed by a stranger. It also added insult to injury as with every blow or slice he would hear that seductive voice purring through his head, "You thought I would treat someone like you with kindness and consideration? What a simple fool. You shouldn't get such arrogant ideas, you slut!"

Because he was a slut, wasn't he? There he had been, spying on the great Alpha from behind a veil like some sort of pervert, every fibre of his being thrumming with the desire to touch him. It was disgusting of him; he had a mate out there and the only thing of value he had to give them was his virginity, and here he was, slavering over another dominant shamelessly.

He had tried to hold the tears in, but it was so hard. He just wanted to curl up with Caspian in a quiet forest somewhere and take in his earthy, comforting smell, and fall asleep in his arms.

As if he could hear his very thoughts, Caspian and his brothers had charged into the room. But everything after that had been three times as confusing as the mixed feelings he had for the handsome but fearsome Alpha, who did not belong to him.

It was only after he had done it did he realise that he was touching the Alpha. His instincts had battled furiously; one urged him to move closer whilst the other screamed hysterically at him to run away!!! as he had no business touching his leader. He had frozen, in limbo, but eventually his decision had been made for him when he had felt huge, calloused fingers snake their way through his hair to massage his flesh soothingly. It had been shocking, but so was the situation. He had decided to trust in chance and had moved closer to the taut body.

Why were they speaking of mates? He had no mate yet. Why was he here? Why had Alpha Greyback looked so angry in the dining hall and yet was so consoling in his rooms? Where was the punishment? Where was the pain?

When the fight had broken out, Harry hadn't known what to think. What were they fighting about?

All he did know was that he liked the feel of the Alpha's bulging muscles through his shirt, and that the man was protecting him. From what, he wasn't sure, as it was only Caspian charging and he didn't seem angry with Harry.

However, the fact remained that the Alpha had made getting him out of harm's path his first priority. The knowledge caused inexplicable warmth to rise in his chest, and a smile to bloom on his features.

Caspian looked pretty roughed up, but was sitting up. He reached out his hand and Harry clasped it without thinking, and rubbed careful circles into the flesh.

He asked, "Are you alright?"

Caspian looked into his face, and Harry saw the weariness there. He increased the intensity of his rubbing.

His voice was slightly choked and his breathing was laboured when the reply came. "I am fine, little one. Are you well? Did he hurt you?"

Harry blinked. No, the Alpha hadn't hurt him.

"I-I am alright. I am c-c-confused, th-though. Why were you t-two fight-ting, b-brother?"

Caspian groaned as he shifted his weight slightly. He glared at his other, less agreeable, siblings across the room.

"Fat lot of help you two were."

Paul spluttered to defend himself, "You-you took that way too far, Caspian! He is the Alpha; you cannot speak to him that way! And you certainly can't - "

Caspian ignored him and addressed Harry. "I was frightened that he was going to hurt you, Harry. Are you certain that you are okay?"

Harry frowned. If he said he was okay, then he was okay!

"Yes, yes, I am. He was j-j-just talking to me."

Caspian pouted. "Then why were you crying? I've never seen you cry like that before, not even when - " He stopped himself abruptly.

Harry examined the deep red bed sheets. They were very nice.

"I d-don't know why... why I was crying. I was j-just upset and worked up."

Caspian eyed him doubtfully and still seemed to hold a well of worry behind his vibrant eyes.

A column of guards swarming into the room interrupted them. They grabbed Paul and a silent Richard without faltering and hauled them out of the room, expertly pinning their arms to their sides. Paul gaped and seemed too shocked too cause a fuss. Richard seemed resigned, and threw them a cursory crooked smile as he was removed from the room.

When they came to apprehend Caspian, however, he growled and yanked Harry off the bed and into his lap and curled himself around the body.

The tallest female rolled her dark eyes. "We're not here for the submissive, fool. We only want you. Get up."

Caspian remained stubborn, and used Harry's body almost as a shield. He knew that they weren't there for Harry, but he was scared. The Alpha's dungeon was infamous, or famous, depending on whom you asked.

The intimidating figure of Alpha Greyback strode into his vision. He observed their position, and his eyes narrowed. Shit.

All the confidence that he had felt previously had long since drained from his body upon experiencing his Alpha's true strength, and now he was left frightened and anxious.

He didn't want his fingernails to be ripped from their beds. He didn't want each bone in his body snapped in two one by one. He didn't want acid to be poured into his eyes, eating away at the jelly there as he wailed.

No, he didn't want to go to the Alpha's dungeon at all.

A sob, as passionate and emotional as everything else that Caspian did, tore itself from his gaping maw, and he threw his beloved brother's body from his own with a guttural gasp of, "Forgive me!"

He struggled to his feet, his stomach burning fiercely in protest, and attempted to rush from the room. However, his injury prevented any real speed.

As he was caught, he groaned in trepidation for the horrors that were to come.
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