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Lunaticus Book Three: New Moon Rising	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 12595 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I believe it goes without saying that there will be some graphic birth scenes in this chapter. I tried to keep it from getting -too- gross, however. Next update will be July 14^th :)
Chapter Twelve – Culture Shock

Harry got up to investigate the sound of the sub who had gone into labour, but Ulrich hung back. Like with Harry's compulsion to clean his courting mate, he instinctively knew that Ulrich's presence would not be welcomed near to the birthing sub, and was therefore not distressed when Ulrich did not keep close to him.

Harry joined the other subs that had circled Jade. She lay on her side, panting softly, while a string of soft whines escaped her. The sounds seemed to be a mixture of pain and fear, but alternatively, she did not seem distressed by the presence of the others around her, and instead seemed to be comforted by them.

Adina approached Jade first, while Harry hung back with Tavish, who had just joined the throng of subs encircling Jade. The elder werewolf lay down next to her and licked her ears, as though trying to comfort her. She whimpered softly, but Harry's attention was suddenly drawn from her by the encroaching scent of the nearby dominants.

Tavish seemed to sense it too, and the pair of them turned to see a number of curious unmated dominants approaching them.

In spite of his small stature, Harry's lip curled back as he growled at the dominants. His warning vocalization was echoed by Tavish, as well as a number of the other subs. He puffed himself up as he growled again as Alpha joined the dominants. However, instead of joining the dominants in their approach, the alpha instead defused the tense situation before it could really start. He snapped at the other dominants, and quickly shooed them all away before backing off himself.

Harry watched as Alpha moved a respectful distance away from the subs, but he, along with Ulrich were indeed several feet closer, and paced along the expanse of the territory, snapping at any other dominant that got too close to the subs. Harry turned back to Jade, his head cocked to the side a little as he watched a number of the other females go to help her, while Harry and Tavish stayed back, present with all the other unmated subs, but well-aware that there was little they could do for her.

It was another two hours of silent waiting before anything at all seemed to happen, when Jade suddenly let out a small whine. Harry's ears perked up and his nostrils flared as a new smell rent the air, and he straightened up to see a dark, rounded thing begin to crown at the base of her tail, and after several long minutes of pushing, paired with Jade's continual soft huffs of pain, the sac was free, and Adina quickly circled Jade to bite through it to free the pup and cut the umbilical cord with her teeth, then picked it up and carried it to Jade, who promptly began to clean the tiny thing off.

Harry was enraptured by the sight, and even in a form where the mind was simpler, spurred by instinct, rather than rational thought, he could still feel his heart beating faster, and a swell of emotion overwhelmed him as the newest member of their pack let out a tiny, squeaking bark.

Jade rested with her pup, and after half an hour, with all the subs still encircling her, it began again, and another small pup was born, this one as black as the first, but once Jade had cleaned it off, Harry saw its fur to be closer to a dark brown. She nuzzled the two tiny puppies lovingly, and rested again before she braced herself for her third.

It continued well into the wee hours of the morning, until at last her fourth and final pup was birthed, and the subs howled their welcome, closely joined by the dominants, though they still did not dare approach.

The four new lives let out several tiny squeaks as their mother tended to them, and the other subs closed in around her as the sky above them shifted from black to a deep indigo. When they transformed back into human forms, they would need the added warmth that their bodies would provide.

Harry joined the others, though he felt somewhat torn at the same time. Ulrich was sitting back and watching him, and Harry wanted to go to him. At the same time however, he felt a deep sense of protect towards Jade and her pups.

Ulrich inclined his head once, and lay down. Harry looked from his dominant to Tavish and the others, and back again.

Tavish, apparently sensing his inner conflict, lowered his head and butted Harry gently in the direction of his dom. He hesitated again, and Jade offered him a soft, exhausted yip from the centre of the puppy pile. Harry recognized the assent at once, and he quickly hurried over to Ulrich, and burrowed into the dominant's side.

Ulrich huffed and perched his head on top of Harry's lithe wolf form, and the small submissive, exhausted after the night's flurry of activity, was asleep before his transformation back to human had even begun.

~*~

Harry was roused earlier than he would have liked by the sound of four distinct, infantile cries.

He groaned and sat up a little, his lithe form almost lost under Ulrich's much larger frame. The puppy pile of submissives was stirring, and the women closest to Jade had helped her take the four squalling infants, and they were all cooing over them.

It was a little strange for Harry to see, given that he was still wholly unused to the werewolves' different views on nudity, and they seemed to have no issue in sitting around and nursing the children while completely starkers. From where he lay, Harry could see a few of other breastfeeding mothers had come forward, and with Jade's ready nod of permission they each took a newborn and began to feed them.

The dominant werewolves, who had also begun to stir, did not dawdle that morning, and instead jumped up and began by bringing the submissives clothing, as well as swaddling blankets and clothes for the babies. They still kept their distance, the male subs hanging on the edges of the group, and making sure the dominants did not break into their protective pile of bodies. Harry watched in quiet amazement how even Greyback did not dare get too close, and stayed a good ten feet back from them as Tavish got up, still naked, and strode across the space in order to speak to his alpha.

Everyone understood that Jade and her pups needed to feel safe, and the dominants all respected that, and did not seem to feel that their ego was being bruised by doing so.

All—but one.

“Oh!” Hermione let out a soft coo when she saw the children being cradled in the sea of bodies, and after she'd dressed she rushed forward.

Ulrich released Harry at the same moment that he began to move, and for the moment unaware of his nudity, he rushed forward to come between Hermione and the submissives. In his peripheral vision, he saw Jade's hold on one of the infants relax a little, and the wet nurses quickly passed the other pups to their mother, who somehow held onto all four at once while she regarded Hermione nervously.

“Hermione, don't,” Harry said firmly, his arms spread wide and his attention refocused solely on his friend. She skidded to a halt, and to his words, a look of utter confusion crossed her face.

“Don't what, Harry? I just want to see the babies,” she said crossly, “I'm allowed to at least hold one, even if I can't...” she trailed off and shook her head, but Harry could hear the insincerity ringing through her voice. He could tell that she was trying to guilt him in to letting her pass, but Harry stood firm.

“No, you're not,” he answered, and he tried to ignore how her confusion shifted to genuine hurt.

“What do you mean I'm not?” she demanded, and Harry winced at her shrill tone.

“He means that for the first few weeks, the mother and her pups cannot be handled by any of the dominants,” Ulrich explained kindly as he approached, and handed Harry a pile of clothes, which he accepted gratefully and tugged them on while Ulrich took over explaining. In truth, Harry did not know why Hermione wasn't allowed, but something inside had told him that he could not let Hermione near the subs at the moment.

“The mother needs to feel completely comfortable, she is just as fragile now as she was when she was pregnant,” Ulrich continued, “we as dominants, while we are protectors of the pack and intend no harm to the mother or the pups, our powerful, domineering energies can make the submissives nervous, and on occasion a mother has killed her pups in a panic, especially if she feels threatened. The other subs stay near to her as something of a shield of bodies to block the mother from the dominants.”

“That's ridiculous,” Hermione sniped, “I'm a woman, not some testosterone-fuelled caveman—”

“—it doesn't matter,” Harry interrupted before her tirade could go very far, “you're still a dominant, and even I can feel that dominant energy you give off, Hermione, it's like a heavy perfume or something. All my instincts are telling me to get you away from Jade, and you're making everybody nervous by being such a—a—”

“—a what, exactly?” she asked coldly, her eyes flashing dangerously. Harry took a nervous step back, alarmed by the near-violent reaction, and at that same moment two things happened at once: Ulrich stepped in front of Harry, his teeth bared at Hermione, and Greyback grabbed Hermione by the throat, and forced her to the ground.

Hermione fell with a strangled cry, but Greyback did not relax his hold as he bore down on her, his teeth bared as though he was still in his wolf form.

“You do not come in here and pass judgment on our ways, when you only stay for the full moon and no longer,” Greyback growled, while Harry circled Ulrich to see what was happening, and he immediately pinned Harry to his side with his arm. Under normal circumstances this would have irked him, but with the moon still being so close and the infants at his back, Harry felt grateful for Ulrich's protective presence at the moment. “You are making all our subs very nervous with your attitude, and if the infants die because of it, that will be on your head. Is that in any way not clear, Granger?”

Harry did not hear her mumbled answer, but when the alpha released her, she cast one hurt and betrayed look at Harry before she stalked off with her head bowed, and Harry felt himself immediately relax.

“What—what the hell just happened?” Harry muttered to Ulrich as his grip on him relaxed a little, “I've never seen Hermione get like that before, it was...weird.”

“Stay here,” Ulrich said by way of answer, “I'll get you some food, and I'll explain. You should stay with the other subs.”

Without another word, Ulrich released Harry and sauntered off, and Harry was left standing before his fellow submissives, and he felt his stomach knot anxiously as Greyback approached him. Quite suddenly, Harry wished that Ulrich hadn't walked off so quickly.

“You did well, Potter,” Greyback said with an approving nod, “not many new subs would feel confident enough to face off with an angry dominant like that, but you didn't even hesitate.”

“I was an Auror, Alpha,” Harry replied simply, “as you well know. Facing dangerous situations is what I do.”

“Hmm,” Greyback let out a small grunt. “I want you to be in charge of the protection of Jade and her pups until they have been weaned. Until then, your other responsibilities are going to be postponed.”

“What?” Harry blinked, “but...what about all that stuff about how subs aren't allowed to be protectors of the pack? Were you making it up?”

“No I was not making it up,” Greyback growled with a sneer while he narrowed his eyes at Harry, “consider this something of a loophole. Dominants cannot approach her right now, and above all she and her wet nurses need to feel safe. I know you can handle yourself well enough to keep any pushy dominants from getting too close, at least until the pups have been weaned off their mother's milk.”

“Oh, okay, er, sorry,” Harry said quickly following the explanation, “so, what am I supposed to do? Just be her bodyguard?”

“She knows what she needs, and you will know how to protect her instinctually. You don't need to crowd her or stick to her side at all times, just be close enough that if some block-headed dominant tries getting to her, you have to intervene. Myself and Ulrich will be nearby if things get out of hand, and this duty shouldn't interfere with your courtship with my beta, either.”

“All right,” Harry replied with a slight nod, his skin tinging pink at Greyback's reference to Ulrich, “er, thanks for trusting me with this.”

“Don't make me regret it, Potter,” Greyback grumbled before he stalked away.

Harry watched the alpha go, and not a full minute later Ulrich returned with two steaming bowls of food. The warm, roughly hewn wood felt nice in his hands, though the food itself looked a little more charred than it normally did.

“With the subs more or less indisposed today, the dominants need to take up a lot of the other territory responsibilities,” he explained, and Harry couldn't help but laugh a little at that.

~*~

Despite Harry's excitement at his new (albeit temporary) position in the pack, he could not help but feel a little guilty when he caught sight his pupils' reaction to this news.

“But—but, Alpha!” one of the older boys, Vyvyan, protested, “Harry's our teacher! You can't just cancel our lessons for the next few months!”

“I can, and I will,” Greyback growled at once in answer, “Jade and her pups needs protecting, and that is much more important than learning wizard magic.”

Vyvyan opened his mouth to argue, but Gina, who had been standing nearby, elbowed him sharply. He bowed his head and shuffled away from the alpha, with a few of his agemates in tow.

“You've become quite the celebrity around here, Harry,” Jade mused as she handed over one of the sleeping tots to her companion, an older female sub named Leticia.

“It's almost like I'm in the wizarding world all over again,” Harry replied, and the new mother laughed as she hefted up another of her children, and began to nurse them. “Have you thought of names for them yet?” he asked, keen to get the subject off himself.

“More or less,” Jade replied, still smiling as she relaxed a little more. Surrounded so completely by the other subs of the pack, she looked completely at ease. The mated male subs and Tavish had taken off to their respective duties, leaving Harry behind surrounded by the women, except for Adina, who seemed to be busy with other tasks in the territory. He felt a little out of place, but they were not unkind to him, nor did they exclude him from any of their conversations, but he still felt a little odd being the only man around.

Jade motioned to the pup in her arms first, “this one is Cyril, she,” she pointed to the other pup nestled in a pink blanket in her lap, “is called Xue,” then pointed to the other two pups, one being held by Leticia, then the one dozing in the makeshift manger next to Jade's hip, “and that's Sheng and Calliope.”

“Cute,” Harry said, uncertain what else he could say, and Jade offered him a small smile. She settled in with her children, tending to them like a singular synchronized swimming team: one would fuss, and Jade would have them in her arms immediately, another would get hungry, and she would lift the child to her breast. Her wet nurses helped her as needed, apparently sensing when Jade needed a second set of hands, and Harry sat back, amazed at the fluidity of her movements.

With his new responsibilities in the pack, Harry wasn't able to go very far, and he spent most of the day sitting and listening to the women gossip. Most of the topics he was wholly uninterested in hearing about—intimate details about childbirth he'd rather he didn't know, techniques for comfortable breastfeeding, and vaginal discharge that Jade was to expect now that she'd given birth (at this, Harry saw a few women titter at him when he went a little green). When their conversation turned to that morning however, Harry felt his stomach clench a little with unease.

“Can you believe that dom?” one of the mated subs, an older blonde woman named Lucy, hissed softly, “thinking she has some rights to break our circle because she's a female?”

“Be fair, she's young, this was only her second moon, it's natural that she wouldn't understand how things work yet,” said Leticia reasonably, as she tucked a stray lock of black hair behind her ear and rounded her honey-gold gaze on the older woman, “she's the only female dominant, I suppose it's natural that she'd want to to seek out some sort of female companionship.”

“Female dominants make me nervous,” chirped Sadie, a younger sub closer to Harry's age, “they're so...so...pushy.”

“It comes with the territory, so to speak,” Leticia replied, “female dominants are in a league of their own. They intimidate male submissives and dominants equally, they unnerve the female subs...they don't have it easy. I feel sorry for her, actually.”

“Harry,” Jade said loudly, clearly trying to break up the discussion, “weren't you friends with her before you both were turned?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, unable to keep the coldness out of his tone, “Hermione's been one of my best friends since I was eleven. We've been through everything together.” He paused, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips, “she's always been a bit...pushy, I guess. Her heart's in the right place, she's just a bit single-minded on some things.” As Harry spoke, images from his fourth year flooded into his mind, and the memory of Hermione's House Elf campaigns. Harry couldn't help but smile a little nostalgically; simpler times.

“Hm,” Lucy huffed, and turned away from Harry to speak with one of the other subs, and slowly the others moved on to other topics.

Harry allowed his mind to wander, and for the first time he found himself actually thinking on what else had happened the night before. In all the excitement, he'd almost forgotten about the fight between Remus and Ulrich.

His memories of this moon were much clearer than the last one had been, and though the details were still hazy, he knew that Remus had tried to separate him from Ulrich, and they had fought.

Why had Remus—no, Moony—done that? It makes no sense.

Harry shook his head a little and heaved a despondent sigh as he tried to work out the logic behind such an action. At the same moment, Harry caught sight of Remus wander into the main area of the territory.

He looked even worse than usual; he was scratched up and badly bruised, and he was walking with a limp. Hermione was at his side apparently talking to him about something, and he kept waving his hand dismissively at her. Even with his new heightened werewolf hearing, Harry was still too far away to catch what they were saying. As he watched them, Remus turned suddenly, and their eyes met.

Harry felt as though he had been frozen to the spot.

The moment Remus had looked his way, he felt his breath catch, his throat tighten, and he was acutely aware of the sensation as though the bottom dropped out of his stomach.

Uncaring if it made him seem weak, Harry forced his gaze away, and glared at his knees.

No matter what I do, I still care for him, Harry thought miserably, and blinked his eyes rapidly in an effort to stave off the tears that were burning in the corners of his eyes. Even after everything, I still love you, Remus. But I don't want to love you—it hurts too much to love you.

~*~

That night, as promised, Harry was able to crawl into Ulrich's cabin with him, and he let out a contented sigh as he curled into the dominant's chest. Ulrich wrapped an arm around him, and held him close.

“You've had a busy twenty-four hours,” Ulrich mused, and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

“Yeah, that's putting it mildly,” he replied, and shifted so that he could look up at him. “What would have happened...I mean, if by some fluke Remus had...er, beat you?”

Ulrich beamed at Harry's phrasing, but at the same time his arms tensed around him.

“You probably wouldn't like it...but he'd never beat me, I embraced my Lycanthropy, he spent his life fighting it.”

“I know,” Harry said, unable to stifle an amused grin at Ulrich's arrogance over his own abilities, “but humour me.”

Ulrich did not immediately speak, but moved his left hand to stroke Harry's hair. He leant into the touch, but at the same moment his stomach turned over uneasily—clearly Ulrich was just as uneasy by the idea of Remus winning their fight as Harry was.

“He was contesting my claim to you,” Ulrich explained, “if he had won, he would have been free to court you again, and I would have been forced to step back and let him do it. But, Harry, he does not have as much control over himself as other dominants do, because of how long he spent fighting what he is. Try not to hold it against him, because he could have easily contested the claim in his human form, but he hasn't done so—he's been doing everything to not upset you or force your hand—”

“—except leave,” Harry muttered darkly, and Ulrich chuckled.

“Yes, well, I just mean don't hold it against him, he wasn't in complete control of himself last night. All his wolf mind saw was his old mate with someone who wasn't him, and he reacted.”

“You're too good,” Harry mumbled as he shimmied closer to Ulrich, unsettled by the prospect of having to go through a forced courtship with Remus again. “Anyone else wouldn't have anything nice to say about...that.”

“I've been interested in you for a long time,” Ulrich replied simply, while he adjusted his hold on Harry, “and I saw how much you loved him. It seemed like a shitty thing to do, just badmouth him for no reason. He loved you, and still does. His heart was in the right place when all that happened, he just handled it badly.”

“Understatement of the century,” Harry mumbled, then sighed heavily. “It doesn't matter if his heart was in the right place or not, he still royally fucked me up. There's no forgiving that.”

Ulrich didn't answer Harry's statement, but silently stroked his hair until they both finally fell asleep.

~*~

Hermione's last day in the territory before she was due to return to the wizarding world was spent mostly with Remus, while she shot Harry nasty, hurt glares that seemed to be a mixture of anger at him and some sort of strange jealousy. Remus's injuries, though far from life-threatening, were healing slowly, and more than once he motioned towards Harry, and it did not take a genius to work out what the pair were likely discussing. Remus's head was bowed forward, and he never looked directly at Harry, however.

The reason for Remus's reluctance to look in Harry's general direction became clear rather quickly, when Ulrich not-so-casually wandered over to the subs—as close as he dared without unsettling them, and Harry handed back Xue to her mother before he stood and stepped over to him. When he got closer, he realized that Ulrich looked far from happy at that moment.

“Is everything all right?” Harry asked as he reached him, and Ulrich immediately reached for his hand.

“I'm not sure,” Ulrich replied, and gave Harry's fingers a squeeze. “We've found another curse attached to the warding, we're trying to work out what it's supposed to do before we try and remove it, but, keep a close eye on Jade and the others, just in case.”

“'Course,” Harry replied with a nod, “should I mention it, just in case we need to move quickly?”

“No,” Ulrich said at once with a quick shake of his head, “I don't want her to get unnecessarily upset if nothing happens. Just keep an eye out.” Harry nodded again, and as Ulrich moved to pull away, Harry's fingers tensed over his as he leant up to kiss him lightly.

“Be careful.”

Ulrich offered Harry a small half-smile, and sauntered off. Harry watched him go, and when he turned to return to Jade and the others, he was stopped by a sudden small, uncertain, but very familiar voice.

“Harry? Can I talk to you for a moment?”

When Harry turned to face Hermione, her head was bowed forward a little, and she was watching him uncertainly. After yesterday's debacle Harry was reluctant to be alone with her, but the nervous look in her eyes told him that it was unlikely that she was planning to explode at him again. Even so, when he crossed his arms, he made sure that she could see that he was gripping the handle of his wand.

“What is it, Hermione?”

“I just want to apologize for yesterday,” she said meekly, her eyes downcast. “Ulrich pulled me aside and explained it all to me after...after Alpha, well, you know, and I still didn't want to hear it, but then...well, Remus talked to me after I'd calmed down a little, and I think I understand it now, and I'm sorry.” Hermione looked back up at Harry, her eyes shining, “I don't know what's wrong with me, or—or why I acted that way, and I just feel awful if I've done anything to upset Jade or her babies, I didn't mean to...”

“These werewolf instincts really fuck us up, don't they?” Harry said, and Hermione laughed a little when he cracked a small smile. “She's okay. A little shaken, but she understands that you're not used to all the different cultural things yet, since you don't live here and stuff.” Harry's gaze briefly flicked to Remus, who had just wandered back into the main area of the territory from whatever he had been doing (Harry had never bothered to find out what his role in the pack was beyond omega), and slumped down on the edge of the activities. He didn't look upset by his exclusion, however, but looked on with a familiar, neutral calm.

“I'm glad...I'm still sorry, though,” Hermione said softly as her gaze followed Harry's over to Remus. She offered him a small, hopeful smile, and Harry responded with a scowl. “I know it's hard on you, him being here, but Remus really does love you, Harry, and he is trying to make it up to you.”

“So I've heard,” Harry muttered, “I wish he'd just accept that we're over and move on. I love—loved him, but how can he make up for what he's put me through?”

“He can't,” Hermione replied, her voice ringing with certainty, “he knows that he can't make it up to you—not really. This is his penance. He still does not like the werewolf part of himself—he can't fully accept it. Being here is a constant reminder of everything that he hates about himself—it's a reminder of everything you two went through, and how had it not been for that one fluke meeting at the Ministry, none of this would have happened. He's more sorry than you'll know, Harry.”

“He told you all this?” Harry asked, frowning at the sensation he was feeling inside. He still felt angry and hurt by what Remus had done, but Hermione's words were like a healing salve, and he felt some of his bitterness beginning to ebb—he didn't like it.

“Some, not all,” she said, and shrugged a little, “I think it's pretty obvious how badly he feels about all this—and how much he still loves you. I don't think that will ever change.” Hermione smiled at him, then pulled him in for a hug. “I'll see you next moon, all right?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied hoarsely, and tightened his grip on her, “take care, and tell Ron I—er, I mean...” he trailed off, uncertain what he wanted to say. To his surprise, Hermione giggled.

“Oh, you two, I swear, you're both so emotionally stunted it's almost funny,” she said as she pulled back and beamed at him. “I know, as soon as this issue with the rogues is solved we'll do something together. Ron misses you too, you know. I think he's actually a bit jealous that Ginny and I have seen you and he hasn't.”

“I'm not that bad,” Harry shot back with a small snort of laughter, “I think it was you who once told him that he had the emotional range of a teaspoon...”

“Yes, well, it's rubbed of on you a bit, sorry to say,” she paused again, and pulled him in for another hug. As they embraced, Hermione whispered softly in Harry's ear, “you don't have to forgive him, but don't be so hard on him. He's trying to make amends, he knows that he's done wrong.”

Hermione released him and hurried off towards the Apparition point before Harry could respond, turning back once to wave at him before she disappeared into the trees.

Almost at once, a pair of strong arms encircled Harry's shoulders, and he was ensconced in the familiar scent of Ulrich. He eased back into the embrace as he felt the dominant's nose brush the side of his throat.

“I don't like her scent on you,” Ulrich muttered, and Harry immediately tensed as the familiar words threw him back into his memories.

As Remus woke, he pulled Harry closer, and a low growl escaped him as he did so.

“You smell like Hermione Granger,” he muttered darkly as he broke the kiss.

“Harry?”

Ulrich's voice echoed, and his arms tensed around Harry, but Harry didn't respond.

“Harry, are you all right?”

Harry wasn't certain when the tears had made it to his eyes, but just as suddenly he was inhaling a sharp, shuddering breath, and he blinked rapidly to get rid of them before Ulrich saw, but it did nothing but enable them to streak his cheeks more quickly. Ulrich spun him around quickly, and his large hands cupped Harry's cheeks, and he brushed away the tears.

“I'm—I'm sorry,” Harry mumbled, unable to look at the man before him as he breathed shallowly and tried to get a hold on himself. “I've never been this—this weepy. I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“It's not a sin for a man to shed tears, Harry,” Ulrich said softly, “was it something I said?”

Frowning, Harry nodded.

“Just...you reminded me of something,” Harry explained, “I didn't mean to fall apart like that, I'm sorr—” Ulrich cut off Harry's words with a kiss, his arms moving to embrace Harry, and pulled the sub flush against him. Harry shut his eyes as he returned the kiss, and felt his anguish begin to calm.

“Don't apologize when you've done nothing wrong,” Ulrich murmured against his mouth, “come with me.”

“Why?” Harry asked and blinked as Ulrich began to urge him towards the cabins, and he glanced back at Jade, who was currently chatting animatedly with Tavish. “But what about...?”

“Alpha agreed to let Tavish replace you for a little while,” Ulrich replied as Tavish glanced up and caught Harry's eye, and offered him a suggestive wink. Harry felt himself go rather red, and Ulrich chuckled. “Come on, I think you need something to dull your mind...” Ulrich rocked his hips, causing the bulge of his half-hard cock to brush against the cleft of Harry's jean-clad buttocks, leaving no doubt about what he was alluding to.

Harry did not even pass a glance to Remus, who was looking on miserably as the couple hastened towards the cabins.

The pack omega stood up, his head bowed forward slightly, and he made for his own sleeping quarters.
A/N: In case it wasn't clear by my earlier physical description of her, Jade is Asian, I'm not selecting Chinese names just cuz.
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