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What Are You Worth?	By : kati Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 109051 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Chapter 13

Caspian cursed under his breath in a stream of profanities that none of the English-speaking guards 'escorting' him could make sense of. They hauled him, still struggling weakly, after the two other groups of guards that had apprehended his brothers.

Passers-by noted the silent malignant feelings emitted by the three factions, the air around them becoming stiff, the sense of straining muscles palpable. They scuttled out of their way, but rubber-necked shamelessly.

Caspian cursed the Alpha, Harry and himself.

The Alpha: because he had such an unwavering control over them all. No one could challenge him; today he had learned that.

Harry: because, because, because he was being so Harry! Never telling them a thing; never wanting to rock the boat, even when lives were at stake; always meekly agreeing, never standing up for himself or others.

Caspian was certain that, if he and the others had not turned up to help him, he would have gladly bent over for that disgusting dominant.

And the cheek! Here they were, Caspian, Richard and Paul, risking their lives to save him, and all Harry could do was stand there and hide behind his kidnapper! Well if that didn't make Caspian feel stupid, then he didn't know what would!

But then, he blamed himself most of all. He knew, deep beneath his embarrassment and paralysing fear of what was to come, that neither Harry nor Alpha Greyback were truly the ones to blame.

The only person he had to blame for his current situation was himself.

Himself: because he knew that Harry honestly didn't have any idea what was going on. His English had always been the poorest of them all, mostly because the teachers (who were all dominant) hadn't really cared to properly teach the submissives anything useful. The only reason that he had been able to become such good friends with that little blond porker was because the other boy's English had been as basic as Harry's was.

And if he thought honestly to himself about it, when had anyone told Harry how to recognise one's mate? Certainly not at his school, for it was a private matter that a parent or guardian was to explain to their child. And he would have been seriously surprised if James had sat down to have that 'special chat' with the 'killer' of his beloved mate.

Did Harry even know anything about sex? As soon as this notion crossed his mind, he dispelled it. Of course Harry knew what sex was. He was sure to have heard of its mechanics from playground gossip, and the school never stopped going on about it, despite never graphically describing it.

He thought of the dominant that had allocated them their rooms that had so shamelessly hit on Harry, and became a little uncertain once more. But perhaps he just didn't know how to flirt, or how to recognise it when it was being directed at him? That was probably it.

And could he really blame Alpha Greyback for wanting Harry? No, he couldn't. He, himself, had been known to charm unmated submissives into his bed before now.

It was common practice amongst dominants to sleep with unmated submissives before they found their own mates, and one could safely admit to such a thing. However, the submissives that they slept with had to be more discreet about their activities, lest their mates, once found, become jealous and violent.

But he, Caspian, was the one that had let Harry go with their Alpha. And he, Caspian, was the one who had cracked under the pressure and intimidation, and had betrayed his little brother in the end.

He hoped that Harry wasn't hurt.

At first they were lead through a labyrinth of corridors, full of people. Then, as time passed and the sharp stinging in his stomach slowly subsided and allowed Caspian to stand fully upright, they moved into an area of the palace that was emptier.

Caspian gulped and almost whined in fear. They were approaching the dungeons and torture chambers, he was sure of it.

Eventually they were lead down a set of narrow, winding stone stairs, the edges heavily eroded by the thousands of feet that had trudged up and down them. The sharp curve of the staircase and the steep decline gave Caspian pause, and he considered shoving his guards down the stairs and making a run for it. However, he hesitated to do so, as it would mean abandoning his brothers for good and living on the run.

Before he had decided what to do, they had reached the end of the staircase anyway, and Caspian was rather glad that the responsibility of the decision had been removed from his power.

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Caspian made himself comfortable, stretching his lean body lethargically along the length of the chaise longue of their suite of rooms.

He observed Paul pacing worriedly up and down the other side of the room, parallel to the huge glass window that looked out upon the estuary.

Richard was brushing his teeth in the basin in the corner, and was probably taking advantage of all the free snacks that that lovely female submissive servant had provided them with earlier. He wouldn't have minded if she had stayed a little longer, he thought with a lecherous grin.

How they had come to be in one of the earliest built and most prestigious suites of rooms in the Alpha's palace, Caspian did not know. All he knew was that he was comfy, warm and well fed.

He was worried about Harry, of course, although it was a little difficult to be when he was so sleepy. And honestly, if Alpha Greyback was providing an expensive suite of rooms to a trio of wayward dominant civilians who had just attacked him, then Caspian wasn't overly concerned about what he was going to do to a small, pretty submissive who lived only to please others and wouldn't harm a fly.

No, Harry was probably just fine where he was at, and that was all Caspian needed to know. He had taken good enough care of himself when they had been split up the night previous; he would be fine.

Of course he would be fine.

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Harry huffed in surprise as he was flung through the air like a sack of potatoes. He landed hard on his shoulder, but it didn't feel dislocated.

He remained prone, slightly dazed and wondering what on earth had gotten into Caspian; there had been no need to do that. He clicked his tongue in annoyance; Caspian was a little unreliable sometimes, but he would try not to take it personally (he knew Caspian loved him, and that was all that mattered, really) and would instead try to figure out what on earth was going on.

He listened in fear as his brothers were removed from the room. Forcibly. Was that going to happen to him too? Where were they taking his brothers? Were they going to be punished for attacking the Alpha?

He didn't understand what was going on, but he would find out.

He was just gathering the will to get up and inspect his shoulder more closely, when he was lifted carefully into strong arms. The body he rested against was firm and warm, and Harry thought he knew who it was that cradled him so gently, although he could barely believe it.

Harry peeked upwards to confirm his suspicion that it was Alpha Greyback, and was met with fearsome blue eyes. Within them was a mixture of concern and, although Harry was not sure why, there was a fierce and unmistakable hatred also. From the gentle caressing of his arm, Harry understood that the hatred was not directed at him.

Harry could only stare back at him in silence. He was unable to pull his gaze away, indeed, the idea did not occur to him; things were so strange now that basic etiquette did not seem to apply.

Harry could hear that they were now alone, and the door to the warm room was closed.

His intense stare flickered down to his Alpha's full lips - oh! what he could do to those lips! - as they twisted in worry and some distress that Harry knew not the cause of, and his green eyes darkened somewhat without his awareness.

The pleasant caressing ceased and Harry frowned a little.

As the large body shifted its weight onto its other side, Harry was suddenly aware that they were still standing in the middle of the room. He suddenly felt very foolish and exposed, and ducked his head onto his rapidly rising and falling chest.

"You... You c-could p-p-put me down now?" he whispered feebly. Why must he always impose upon others and make such a spectacle of himself? It had been exactly thus the night previous, with that lovely dominant that had run with him. But then, the dominant hadn't seemed to mind his foolishness, and had stuck with him despite it.

The Alpha's reply was quiet and gruff with emotion, and began as a rumble in his chest.

"Do you want me to put you down?"

Harry blinked and raised his face again. Once more, he was reminded of the bizarreness of the situation. This was not normal; his Alpha, whom he had never met before, should not be looking at him with such despair and hurt, masked so carelessly beneath rampant anger.

He bit his lip to stop himself even as he croaked the word: "No."

His head screamed at himself in absolute panic even as he tentatively rested a hand upon the milky underside of the man's bicep.

Seconds passed.

The questions bubbling in his throat burst forth as he discerned no response from his Alpha. "Why? Why were you, umm... t-taking? Taking me... Umm... talking with me? I d-do, um, I do b-bad thing? Alpha Greyback?"

He felt the familiar tears of humiliation stings his eyes and he blinked them away half-heartedly.

He froze, eyes wide with disbelief, as the rough lips he so desired fell upon his forehead in the barest of kisses.

All the breath in him whooshed out in surprise, and the stray locks of hair falling into his face fluttered.

The man raised his head and walked, in a manner of strained calm, over to the large bed, where he sat.

He seemed to hesitate momentarily, but eventually set Harry upon the bed next to him. Harry found himself bitterly disappointed at the loss of his Alpha's touch, and had to remind himself to act appropriately. However, it was hard to remain polite and composed around Alpha Greyback, he had discovered.

They were close; Harry could hear his breathing.

"Harry. Do you know who I am?"

Harry frowned. What a silly question; of course he knew who his Alpha was!

"Yes."

Harry wondered what the sudden sigh from his Alpha meant.

"Then why are you being like this? One minute you are unhappy, then the next you are looking at me with your lovely green eyes all big and, well... Why? What have I done?" The final question came out as barely a whisper.

Harry frowned and cursed his language skills. Why couldn't Alpha Greyback just be telepathic or something?

"I d-do not understand you, Alpha."

Harry could actually hear the man gritting his teeth. He refused to look in Harry's direction despite their physical closeness.

"I... Harry, firstly, you were unhappy, yes?"

He did not continue and it took Harry a few seconds to realise that he was looking for a response.

"No. I was... frightened? Is this c-correct? Do - do I make sense?" He upturned his face with a lip caught between his teeth and frowned more intensely.

Fenrir glanced down reluctantly; Harry didn't have the same words as he to express how he felt, so he should try not to take anything completely to heart. However, it was a negative emotion that he had experienced, that was for certain.

"Yes, you make sense. Why were you frightened?"

"You. You are Alpha, and I was th-thinking th-that I had b-been doing... bad thing... b-because you were t-taking me away f-from my brothers. I w-was thinking that you were... um, injury? Sore? Making sore?I - I do not know how t-to say it."

Fenrir frowned. Making sore? Injury? Had Harry thought that he was going to hurt him? Why would he think that?! He suddenly felt sick; the idea was disgusting.

"You though that I was going to hurt you? Why?"

"Hurt? To hurt?"

"Yes, I... I think that is what you mean."

"Ummm... Why w-w-would you not hurt me?"

Fucking hell. This made no sense.

Fenrir observed the blooming bruise on Harry's cheekbone, and scowled. What the hell was with this boy? What had happened to him? Why would he deny their being mates, and why would he assume, right off the bat, that Fenrir was going to hurt him?

"Harry, I would never hurt you."

He hardened his features, trying to convey the sincerity of his words.

"Never. Why would you think that? You and I are mates; we only met last night; why would I hurt you?"

Fenrir watched the frown on the boy's face fall away like snow off the trees' boughs.

Harry felt a little numb, thoughts racing through his brain at high speed, ideas crashing into one another and splintering, reforming, changing...

"Mates." That word... that word sounded suspiciously like...

Harry gasped. No way. He had thought - those feelings - that wolf... No way! He wasn't good enough! It was the Alpha! That would make him... Lakta?!

No, no, no, no, no; this was a joke; he had misunderstood! Yes! That was it!

He tried to calm the thrum-thrum-thruming of his heart and to get a little sense to his thoughts.

No. Of course he wasn't. They weren't. No. Completely ridiculous. Out of the question. A misunderstanding.

But even as he attempted to convince himself of the absurdity of Alpha Greyback's words, another voice, one he had never heard before, whispered: unyielding, encouraging and celebratory, creating vibrations that reverberated throughout the contours of his mind.

"Yes! Yes!" The excited little voice cried, "This is it! This is the moment in which your true life begins!"

Harry split his lip with his teeth and tasted his lifeblood, tangy and tart.

He looked up to the man at his side with determination in his bones and hope in his eyes.

He smiled and the grey granite encasing his Alpha's tortured face fell away as flakes of ash. He smiled back wearily; there seemed to be an understanding there and Harry knew he was forgiven.

Yes: this was the moment in which his true life would begin!
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