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What Are You Worth?	By : kati Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 109052 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Chapter 14

"So you had no idea that I was your mate?"

"Umm... No, I was thinking th-that you were... v-very handsome. I w-was not thinking that you was my mate."

"...You think I am handsome?"

"Yes. Is -- is this bad to think? I am sorry."

"No! No, it is... not a bad thing to think at all. I knew you were my mate as soon as I saw you. I could tell. I suppose I should not have just assumed that you knew who I was to you. I should have made it clear to you. Things would have been far less confusing." Fenrir bit back the apology rising to his lips with venom.

"I am sorry I was n-not certain. No one was t-telling me what... what... the mate was like? No, no. Um..."

"Do not worry; I know what you mean. You mean that no one told you how to recognise your mate."

"I think so."

"Why did no one tell you?"

"...I do not know."

"OK. Well, what do you want to do? I mean, should your family live here with us, or would they prefer to stay where they are? Oh - where are you from?"

"I am Spanish. I live in Z-Zaragoza."

"Tharagotha? I have never heard of it."

"Um...It is in the North."

"I see. How did you travel here?"

"I walk."

"That is a long walk." Fenrir growled.

Harry shrugged; he didn't know how to tell him that he had hitched a ride with the Priestess, her sister, and nephew.

"I do not know... w-what my family wants t-to do."

Fenrir sighed heavily through his nose. "Okay. That is okay. We will find out."

"Umm... I st-stay here? To live?"

"What? Well, of course." Suddenly Fenrir wondered if there was actually any 'of course' about it. Would Harry insist upon staying in this 'Tharagotha' place? It wasn't the normal way of things for the Lakta, or any submissive at that; but if that was what Harry wanted then, if Fenrir wished to remain in his good graces, it was a possibility.

"Do you want to go back to Tharagotha? I... would not be able to accompany you permanently, Harry. I have to remain here to manage the werewolf community. I would only be able to visit you occasionally."

Harry felt a spike of panic shoot through him, giving him a sharp ache across his sternum. Go back to Zaragoza? To James?

"No, please! I-I do not w-want t-to go b-b-back. Please. I stay? Please?"

Fenrir was shocked by the intensity of Harry's reaction. He hoped it was only because that he wished to remain close to his mate, and not for any other reason.

However, as a man who dealt in pain, he recognised a victim when he saw one. Fenrir's fist tightened at his side; he hoped it was only his imagination, but the stark bruise colouring Harry's pale cheek imprinted itself in shades of white and blue on the inside of his eyelids, fluttering cruelly in front of his face.

He spoke solemnly and dared to capture a writhing hand in his own. "I will protect you."

Fenrir felt the shooting happiness that this unknown, beautiful person seemed to ignite within him when he noted that the contact and the words were welcomed. Perhaps everything really would be all right.

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"This is where we all bathe. It is communal but submissives and dominants are forbidden to wash together."

Fenrir had been leading a subdued and nervous Harry around the palace, partly to familiarise him with his new home, but also partly because Fenrir wished to show him off a bit. His mate was the most beautiful creature ever to have walked these halls, Fenrir was without doubt. How other dominants could ever be so in love with their lesser mates was beyond Fenrir.

They had walked side by side, but not closely; Fenrir wasn't sure how any of his advances would be met and he didn't want to upset Harry or pressure him - even if he was sinfully erotic to watch.

People seemed to instantly know that Harry was their new Lakta, and many came forward to nuzzle his nose formally in welcome. Fenrir had been overjoyed to see his pack's acceptance of his new companion, but was slightly worried by Harry's reaction to the people's touches and attention. He had subsequently felt a lot more confident about his own clumsy interactions with the shy submissive; if Harry was this awkward with everyone then it meant that he hadn't intentionally been rebuffing Fenrir by his behaviour.

They now stood in the failing light of the evening in one of Fenrir's favourite places to think. This was the place that most of his ingenious battle formations and clever compromises for angry farmers fighting over land were conceived, in this beautifully subdued courtyard at the top and centre of the palace.

It had no roof and so when it rained, which was often on this mountainous French coast, the sweet drops fed the perfectly square pool of water. It was lined in intricately carved pillars of white stone, whose patterns allowed you to peer all the way through. Well-tended jasmine curled its way around and through the pillars and its soft, white petals scented the courtyard headily at this time of night.

The large, waning moon shone brightly upon the still water, and Fenrir felt as though the Wolf Mother watched them both carefully tonight. He sent a silent prayer of gratitude to her for such a lovely partner.

He gazed out of the corner of his eye upon his mate. Harry was studying the courtyard with a shy, almost secret, smile. His eyes were large in wonder and delight. Fenrir admired the gentle play of light upon his features and was suddenly struck by the romantic potential of their setting. Did Harry think that he had brought him here on purpose at such a beautiful time? Would he feel played if Fenrir kissed him? Would Harry want him to kiss him?

He felt an unfamiliar flush of blood flare up his neck and across his cheeks and suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. Why was he blushing? He was never this way with submissives! He was calm, cool, collected, in control; he wasn't a blushing virgin! However... Harry wasn't a normal submissive. He was the only submissive as far as Fenrir was concerned. And they had forever to get to know each other, love each other, so perhaps it would pay to take things slowly. In any case, Fenrir had an instinctual feeling that he couldn't enjoy himself if Harry wasn't, and that meant that he would wait until Harry made a move.

He surprised himself when it occurred to him that even a prolonged state of abstinence did not seem irritating or difficult to carry through. Perhaps simply spending time with Harry would be exciting enough, if the persistent giddy sensation that came over him whenever Harry looked at or spoke to him was any clue.

He ceased to hide his warm gaze and turned to his young mate fully. Harry turned and met his gaze shyly immediately, so Fenrir wondered if Harry was just as aware of him as he was of Harry. Harry's murmured comment that he thought Fenrir handsome came back to him now as he settled a faux-confident hand upon Harry's slight shoulder, and he basked in its kindness.

"I am glad that we have found each other so soon."

Fenrir watched the plump curve of Harry's lips flex as he nibbled the lower gently. Harry's eyes were bright in happiness and it was the most heart-warming thing that Fenrir had seen.

"Yes," Harry agreed.

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There was exactly one week until the Mating Ceremony. Harry had been on a walk around the countryside in one of Fenrir's rare free moments. They had passed an area of bog and sand that Fenrir had vehemently ordered Harry stay away from - one could sink and drown in the sticky concoction. Then they had seen the colossal camps of werewolves.

They were everywhere and people had already started camping outside of the allocated zone without permission from farmers, as the cramped conditions and massive overcrowding in the legal camp had driven many out.

Fights in the camps seemed to be commonplace as people argued for the best sites, over food, water, and equipment. Most submissives seemed subdued and allowed their dominant companions to jockey for position amongst themselves apathetically. Everyone looked as if they just wanted to go home.

"I knew this would happen."

Harry had listened attentively to Fenrir, only raising his head slightly to indicate that he was paying attention, but it was a sign that Fenrir seemed to recognise instinctually even after only the few days that they had been together.

"I knew that as soon as we invited all the submissives then all the dominants would come too. I should have insisted that they come alone."

He had suddenly frowned and glanced at Harry thoughtfully.

"Actually, that's a stupid idea. I wouldn't have liked you to come by yourself."

He had paused.

"But really, people are taking liberties. They are ruining this land that people rely on for food and income."

He had sighed and then continued to argue with himself.

"But I suppose that there is no way around it. This needed to happen, and I can't blame anyone for wanting to find their mate. You know, my Beta, Lucius - you've not met him yet but I'll introduce you soon, he is very busy - he is four hundred years old, just over, and he still has not met his mate yet. I can't imagine having to wait for you that long. It would have killed me! But he is very patient about it, keeps saying that the Wolf Mother shall bring them together at the perfect moment in their lives, just when they need each other the most... Do you think we met at the perfect moment? Did you need me?"

Harry had looked away momentarily, thoughtful, and then nodded decisively. Yes, he may have needed Alpha Greyback's protection and care, for he was in no doubt that he cared, greatly when he was younger, but he had also needed that time to himself: to get to know himself and be an individual for a time, so that when he and his mate became a single identity he was not lost in the intensity of the other's personality and convictions.

Fenrir had hidden his rising excitement at the chance to raise this issue subtly.

"And why did you need me?"

Harry told him the truth, but not the whole of it.

"I needed to move on."

--

Harry liked Alpha Greyback a lot. Alpha Greyback didn't mind that he spoke little, and so when he did speak it was not with others' pressure or expectations weighing upon him. This seemed to make his speech a lot more fluent and more confident.

When he was stuck for the correct words in English his Alpha was patient and encouraging, and he suggested things that he might mean and explained them so Harry learned new words. He explained how to conjugate his verbs correctly and Harry caught him studying in his antechamber from a book on English grammar.

Alpha Greyback had blushingly and gruffly explained that he had been 'brushing up' on his grammar so that he could better teach it to Harry. That had touched him deeply and he thought that his Alpha saw this as he ceased to colour in embarrassment and had instead had to hide his wide, sharp grin behind his bundles of notes.

Harry soon found, with only days to go to the Mating Ceremony, that when he ceased to embarrass himself when speaking that he actually enjoyed it. He liked the challenge of forming a sentence in a foreign language on the spot and enjoyed the different sounds that this new language created on his tongue. He began to speak more and more with Alpha Greyback, which his Alpha only acknowledged with smiles.

Mostly they spoke about things that concerned Alpha Greyback, things like: should he increase taxes so he could award grants to various industries, farmers, and miners so that they could increase production of goods to sell to the humans?; two schools had come to him today, both in need of new teachers but he had only enough to fully staff one - how should he distribute the teachers fairly?; a dominant had come to him last week demanding that he put to death another dominant that his recently claimed submissive had been having sexual relations with for twenty years - what should he do?; should he invest more money in the military, as Rafael only seemed to gather more and more support and was terrorising more towns and villages every day?

Harry listened to Fenrir talk himself into exhaustion with genuine interest, as his Alpha's problems were his problems. When he was done, Harry would suggest one thing or another and offered his opinion quietly.

At first he had refused to comment on such things, saying that he had no knowledge of how to run a community and only he, Alpha Greyback, was wise enough to make a decision. This had frustrated his Alpha greatly and he had insisted that he cared about Harry's opinion and would very much like to hear it. When Harry had remained silent - it was unthinkable that anyone would truly care for what he had to say! - his Alpha had demanded to hear his opinion. He seemed to know that Harry would not refuse a direct order from him.

It surprised Harry to discover himself enjoying their controversial discussions and he found that his opinion was attentively listened to. He could not tell how much of it was put into action, but it made him happy to find that his life partner was so kind. Harry didn't think he had met anyone so sweet to him, not even Caspian.

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Harry had not seen his brothers for days, but two days before the Mating Ceremony Alpha Greyback brought Harry to them. He had expressed his annoyance that he couldn't be there with Harry while they spoke and asked if Harry would like to see them another time instead. However, Harry had quietly reiterated that he missed them and wished to see them and so his Alpha left him with them in their suite.

Caspian smothered him as soon as he saw him.

"Harry! Harry, oh Mother! I missed you so much! How are you? Where have you been?"

Harry extricated himself gently from his brother's embrace and smiled at Caspian. He met both of his other brothers' eyes and was greeted with worried and warm smiles.

Caspian sniffed his neck and clothes (new) frantically. Harry stood patiently.

Caspian raised his head abruptly and frowned.

"You haven't had sex with him!"

Harry flushed and looked away.

Caspian gave one last, long sniff.

"You don't even smell too much like him. Have you just washed? It doesn't smell like you've even slept in the same bed. Has he left you alone then? Has he given up? Did you fight him off? Why are we still here, locked in this room and not dead, if you haven't been having sex with him?"

Harry blushed a fiercer red at all his questions.

"Ummm... We are mates. So, you are n-not dead. B-but I don't think he l-likes you much, b-b-because he hasn't spoken of l-letting you g-go yet. Umm... W-we haven't had s-s-sex... b-because, well, I don't know why not. H-he is very nice to me. We haven't been sleep-ping together b-because, em, I don't know. W-we haven't talked ab-bout it. I have b-been sleeping in a g-guest room near t-to Alpha Greyback's."

There was silence. Harry looked quickly into the faces of everyone in the room.

"What'? You mean, Greyback has had his criminally hot submissive in the palm of his hand for nearly a week now and still hasn't fucked him?"

Paul first gaped, then smacked Caspian harshly across the back of his head.

"How dare you use language like that in front of a submissive? Apologise!"

Caspian grimaced in pain and rubbed his head soothingly as he muttered, "Sorry."

"And anyway, this is a load of nonsense. Harry, darling, you must be confused, sweetie. You aren't Alpha Greyback's mate. There must be another explanation for this."

Harry frowned and bit his lip. Yes, he was Alpha Greyback's mate. He was.

He shook his head slowly and bit out.

"You're wrong. I am Alpha Greyback's mate."

Paul shook his head sadly as if Harry was a deluded child. Stinging tears leapt to Harry's eyes. For some reason this was making him very angry very quickly, and he couldn't reason why.

"You're wrong! You will see! You will all see soon!"

Harry ran from the room.

No-one said anything for a full minute after his departure.

"Wow, you really made him angry. I didn't know Harry could do angry," Richard whispered.

Caspian frowned. "Well, that's convinced me. If Harry's that het up about it, then it's definitely true. Isn't that weird! I never would have thought it!"

Paul set his shoulders. "It's not true. You will all see very soon. When the Priestess reads Alpha Greyback she will not speak Harry's name. Just you wait and see."
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