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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter Fifteen - Confession
Sirius and Remus were no longer talking to each other, both of them having tired of their frequent, and somewhat explosive, arguments and each other’s stubborn attitudes. That was the reason Sirius found himself sat alone at the table in Grimmauld place, staring blankly at the numerous copies of the Daily Prophet that literally covered the entire surface. He had been collecting the damned paper seeing as it was the only way he could get any news from the outside world anymore.
He had a murderous look etched upon his worn face, which showed his years on this earth plus a few extra ones, thanks to his incarceration in the wizard prison. He used to be a handsome man, now he was middle-aged and looking much older than that, his skin reflecting the soul within him, withering away.
The world outside of the four walls he occupied was falling into disarray and yet he was not being permitted to help; he was a damned good wizard and he knew that he was wasted sat in Grimmauld Place alone. He was practically clawing at the walls for a chance to be able to get out and fight those stupid Deatheater bastards, but no, all he got was the company of a ragdoll version of Severus Snape, who wasn’t really company at all. He couldn’t even classify what he was doing as babysitting seeing as a house elf tended to the man’s needs.
It was all his fault; Snape had messed up everything and no matter how many times Sirius punched or kicked the man it didn’t make anything any better. He wanted the man to understand what he had done; how broken the world was now just because Snape had decided to kidnap beautiful, little Harry.
He sneered at the papers in front of him and, with a moment of inspiration, began to gather them into one large pile. Snape would see, he would show him; he would show him all the deaths and the massive amounts of destruction so that he could understand exactly what he had done and so they might play on the bastard’s conscience. That was, of course, if he even had one, Sirius thought bitterly.
The large stack of Daily Prophets in his arms, he headed through the house towards his father’s former study. It was a room that he had once despised for the memories that it held but he found that he was getting rather fond of the room now. He felt that it was a kind of stress relief to spend time in there with his punching bag.
Ever since Snape had gained access into his head, Sirius had been careful not to meet the man’s eyes. He didn’t want the greasy git knowing just how miserable he was being pent up here or how much resentment bubbled inside of him. That would only give the potions master a small amount of satisfaction and that was something that Sirius couldn’t allow.
“I brought us some reading material, Snivellus,” Sirius said as he came into the room, dropping the papers onto a chair.
It was almost laughable; Sirius had never thought the day would come when punching Snape in the face didn’t sound appealing. Yet here they were, and he just didn’t fancy it, the idea almost bored him. He summoned another chair from across the room and sat down next to the stack of newspapers.
Sirius began to read; starting with an article about the death of a muggle family, which included a brutally slain young girl, then how a whole village of muggles had been slaughtered while they slept in their beds. It was almost never ending as he read to the potions master. So much death and destruction. Tom was swiftly taking his hold on the world, or at least the wizarding world in England.
Severus couldn’t exactly react to anything that he was hearing, however, he still listened because any news to him was nice to hear, even if it was designed to taunt him. The potions master was desperate for news on Harry more than anything but knew he wasn’t going to get that. He hadn’t even heard Remus coming and going recently, or anyone for that matter, so he doubted that the deranged man had any more of an idea about what was going on outside of this house than he did.
Sirius kept reading, including a rather nasty article about a girl raped and stabbed; the kill was so sadistically brutal that they were assuming werewolf, and there was only one werewolf who had this particular signature. The simple mention of werewolves made Severus think of his son and wonder how he was coping, where he was, if he was managing to take his potion.
“You see this, Snape,” Sirius raged, waving a picture in front of the potion master's face. “This monster fucking superglues his victims eyes open!” he snarled. “You could have prevented this, you know; if you hadn’t taken Harry, he would have been here to defeat Voldemort before any of this happened!”
Severus as ever remained unmoving, staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, the only sign that he was alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest, which pained him greatly. However to feel that pain meant that he was alive and that was something at least because as long as he was alive he would listen for any clues about Harry; he so desperately wanted to know what had happened to his son after that night in September when he had been taken to this place.
He had no idea how much time had passed, it couldn’t have been days, weeks, months… it couldn’t have been years. He was certain on that. It pained him too much to think of Harry having grown up into a handsome young man and all the while him being stuck here, in something that was akin to hell he would imagine. The only comfort that Severus had was that clearly Black was as bored and as frustrated as he was if he was sat there reading the newspapers to him.
“And look, you’ll enjoy this one,” Sirius told him, pulling one out from the pile. “From yesterday, November ninth, see,” he said, pointing at the date in the corner. “All those muggles dead, twelve of them it says. Are you proud of yourself, Snape? This was what you wanted, right? It’s why you took Harry, to help your Deatheater friends?”
There were moments like this when Sirius wished that Snape could still speak. A nice big argument and the bastard’s predictable denials would have been better than this blankness that was in front of him now. Sirius had to quickly snap himself out of it because if he carried on down this road then he was going to start feeling sorry for the man and Snape didn’t deserve pity, he deserved to die for what he had done, for the destruction and the many deaths he had caused.
As soon as Dumbledore gave the words Sirius was going to take great pleasure in killing Snivellus, however for now tormenting him was going to have to suffice and he had plenty more Daily Prophet articles to do just that.
FGHP
The atmosphere was one of contentment in the territory. Fenrir, after a good night’s sleep, with his mate in his arms and snuggled against him, had awoken to feeling refreshed and very much alive; a marvel considering that a few days previously he had been at death's door. He was delighted to find that Harry, despite desperately needing to piss, had remained cuddled up with him until he awoke, being well aware that the Alpha preferred waking up knowing where Harry was.
Upon waking, and ingesting enough coffee to wake the dead, Fenrir had set about rebuilding and asserting his authority as the Alpha male. No one had challenged or questioned his position as the leader of the pack, only Harlan had caused problems and he had swiftly sorted that out; though the problem that was Harlan still lingered, the one snag in an otherwise happy pack.
The Alpha was still more than content to keep the newest addition away from Micha for the moment, not trusting him further than Harry could throw him. Everyone was worried for Micha who wouldn’t hear a bad word spoken about Harlan. It was a relationship that had escalated startlingly quickly and seemed entirely unstable to everyone but Micha, who was besotted.
This was why Fenrir had sent Micha, along with Damon, to go into town to get more supplies; after a little bit of deliberation he had agreed to Callie going along with them to ensure they brought back the correct medical items, it wasn’t something that they could leave up to chance. The three of them were on strict instruction to travel to the next town over if they had to steal anything, which was likely seeing as their limited funds were running lower than normal.
Jenson had taken Clayton hunting; normally Clay would have been considered too young for this task but early next summer he would be old enough, and Fenrir had decided that it was better he start learning sooner rather than later, especially considering that closer to the time the pups would be at the damn magical school. Jenson had even queried teaching them how to fight, something that Fenrir was still considering.
One of the few pack members remaining in the territory was Lukas, who was sat by the fire with Romy; they seemed to be discussing some book as usual, it was rare that the two discussed anything that wasn’t intellectual. Harlan was off wandering the woods somewhere, Fenrir didn’t care much for where or why. It was something he did a lot when Micha wasn’t around to fawn over him. Harlan was smart; at least smart enough to know that the others didn’t like him and so he kept his distance from them when he didn’t have Micha clinging on to him.
Harry had originally been conversing with Lukas and Romy until he had seemed to come to some sort of decision and got to his feet rather suddenly, heading in Fenrir’s direction, something Fenrir had been watching with interest. The Alpha noted that he was fidgety and on edge about something that didn’t make the words that came from his mouth easy to digest.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Harry began, biting at his bottom lip nervously. He knew that he had to tell the Alpha; Clay had pointed out that much when he’d helped him escape the territory to get the ingredients to make the potion. However it was Harry’s promise to Lukas that had him approaching his mate with an anxious knot of nerves twisting in his gut.
Only this morning Lukas had made a point of reminding him about the promise he had made, as if Harry could have forgotten it. At the time he had also been handing over a cup of tea, which Harry had quickly realised, had been his favourite type of brew.
Lukas frequently showed his emotion through his tea if you knew how to read it right; if he gave you a standard builder’s brew then it was fairly certain he was pissed off at you, however, if Imperial Ceylon was being offered then there was no doubt he was happy. Seeing as this had been the blend given to him this morning, Harry was sure that Lukas hadn’t meant anything malicious in the reminder.
Fenrir looked to his mate with worry, not liking the tone of voice that had been used, “What’s wrong, little one?” he asked.
“Ummm… can we maybe go for a walk?” Harry asked nervously, glancing around the clearing at those that remained, all of them were his family, there was no denying it. However, no matter what his feelings were regarding his other pack mates, he didn’t want them to overhear or to interrupt what was bound to be a difficult conversation between him and Fenrir.
Fenrir’s brow knotted with concern but he gave a curt nod of his head, motioning for Harry to lead the way. The Alpha was sure that Lukas and Romy would be okay on their own for a little while, even if Harlan did return. He wouldn’t be far away if they needed him though, so he felt sure enough in their safety to leave them for as long as it took for Harry to tell him what he needed.
The younger wolf cast a glance back, over his shoulder, where he saw Lukas give him a small nod and a smile of encouragement from his place next to Romy near the fire, as Harry and Fenrir headed off into the forest to have their talk.
After ten minutes of walking in complete silence Fenrir got rather fed up with the stalling tactic. He could clearly see how uncomfortable and on edge his mate was and he didn’t like it. This wasn’t how he wanted things between the two of them. “Little one,” Fenrir growled low with irritation, stopping in his path, grabbing Harry’s wrist as roughly as he dared, halting them both and pulling his smaller mate close to him so that they were facing one another. “Tell me what is worrying you,” he demanded.
A scarlet blush rose in Harry’s cheeks as the younger wolf struggled to find the courage to look up and meet his mate’s eyes. In the end it took the Alpha’s large hand to tilt Harry’s chin up to force eye contact, Fenrir looking to Harry for answers and unafraid of the mind tricks that Damon had informed him that Harry possessed.
“I have something to tell you,” Harry said in a rush, knowing that admitting this was the surest way to ensure that he didn’t lose his nerve and back out of his resolve to tell the Alpha wolf about the potion.
“Then tell me, little one,” Fenrir said, his limited patience dwindling and trying not to sound overly concerned when he couldn’t help but worry. Everything about his young mate’s behaviour put him on edge. He got the impression that whatever Harry had to tell him was going to do nothing to maintain his contented mood.
They had stopped the furthest distance from the clearing that the Alpha wolf was willing to go without his stronger pack members being around to help if they were suddenly attacked. They had already wandered further from the clearing than Fenrir liked Harry to go as it was, even with him here to protect him. However Fenrir bit his tongue on this matter and waited.
He could see how much his mate was struggling to form the words he wanted to say and the Alpha knew that he needed to remain silent to give the young pup a chance to speak in his own time. Patience however had never been one of his stronger personality traits, which wasn’t helped by being this far away from the clearing. All of it combined to put him on edge.
He wanted to get back to the clearing where he could not only keep an eye on his mate but the other pups, and the rest of the pack, too. Even though there was currently only Lukas and Romy in the clearing it wouldn’t be long until the others returned, and he was not comfortable leaving the two of them so unprotected for too long.
“You asked me, quite a few times actually, what I’d been doing other than just locking myself in the silver cage, to control my wolf,” Harry said and his softly spoken, barely audible words quickly initiated a low, angry snarl from the Alpha.
“Are you about to tell me?” Fenrir growled, his entire body had tensed at the reminder. It wasn’t something he liked to think about often, though it had been niggling at the back of his mind, hating that Harry was keeping something so important from him.He was glad that the secret was to finally be revealed but he still dreaded what he was about to hear.
He had been with his mate for two full moons now and neither of them had gone according to plan. Up until now Harry had remained adamant that that it had only been the silver cage that he had used, though Fenrir knew this to be untrue. Silver wouldn’t have made Harry numb to feeling pain.
“I’m going to try,” Harry said, now full on chewing at his lower lip. Fenrir smelt the blood before he saw it, his mates anxious gnawing having broken the delicate skin. The Alpha drew him into a rough kiss to stop the assault, surprised by how much it aroused him to taste the metallic tang of his mate’s blood upon his tongue. It was the second time that he had tasted Harry’s blood, the first being when he had turned him.
“Try,” Fenrir encouraged as he broke the kiss. He was desperate to know what it was his mate had been hiding but knew that pushing him, like he wanted to, would not help keep him talking. He saw it as a good sign that Harry was willingly talking to him about it. He had no idea that Harry was only doing it to keep a promise to Lukas.
Taking a deep breath, Harry prepared himself for the inevitable explosion that was about to happen when he told the Alpha the truth. “You were right,” Harry began, feeling Fenrir’s arms tighten around him, “it wasn’t just the silver cage.” This admission was the first step in telling him, Harry was going to take it one small step at a time so that he could try and predict just how bad the Alpha’s reaction was going to be.
It took a lot to suppress his rage as the pup revealed information he already knew but the Alpha knew that he had to do it. If he got angry now then Harry would no doubt shut down and withdraw back into himself. He certainly wouldn’t share anymore. Fenrir needed to know what his mate had done to himself and getting angry wouldn’t help the situation.
“My Dad invented a new potion for me, based on the Wolfsbane potion that already exists but it was more potent and much more effective. Using it meant that in wolf form I was docile, calm and effectively harmless, even without the cage,” Harry explained feeling a little uncomfortable being pressed against the rigid body of the Alpha the way that he was. Harry could see the anger in the beautiful golden eyes and it frightened him. He made a small attempt to get free from his mate's embrace but the attempt failed miserably.
“That explains the first full moon,” Fenrir said through gritted teeth, holding Harry close to him as his mate squirmed, trying to put some distance between them, something that Fenrir wasn’t going to allow. “What about the last full moon, what happened to cause you so much pain?”
Harry swallowed nervously, desperate for some distance but aware that it wasn’t something Fenrir was willing to give him. “The potions works at a particular dosage,” Harry tried to explain. “Taking too much in one go could easily put even the strongest werewolf into a coma or be fatal to them. If too little is taken then you run the risk of it multiplying the pain to an excruciating level. It took a little while for Dad and I to work out the correct dosage, we didn’t want to risk giving me too much so there were quite a few full moons that… yeah…” Harry trailed off pathetically under the enraged gaze of the Alpha wolf.
“You took the potion, knowing that you didn’t have enough, you purposefully poisoned yourself and caused yourself pain, why?” Fenrir growled out angrily, ensuring that his hold on Harry remained firm. He feared that Harry might attempt to run otherwise and he was determined to talk this through.
“I was scared,” Harry admitted somewhat sheepishly as he struggled against the firm hold the Alpha wolf had on his hips.
“Scared of what?” Fenrir growled out, his fingernails piercing the soft flesh of his mate’s waist in his rage at what he had been told without even realising what it was that he was doing.
“Myself,” Harry admitted.
The younger wolf was both shocked and a little affronted when Fenrir suddenly released him without any warning, the shock of suddenly not having the support of his mate against him almost making him fall to the ground. He had to reach out to a nearby tree to steady himself and stop himself from falling.
The Alpha wolf had scented blood, Harry’s blood, and it wasn’t until that moment that he had realised that he had dug his nails into Harry so deep that he had been the one to draw that blood. At once Fenrir was on his knees in front of his mate, guilt wracking his large body for causing the little one harm. He sniffed and licked the small half-moon shaped cuts on Harry’s hips, tending to them in the only way he knew how.
It had all happened so quickly that Harry hadn’t even realised what was happening until he looked down and saw pinpricks of blood upon his skin where Fenrir’s hands had been moments before. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out after that.
“I’m sorry,” Harry heard the Alpha mutter into his skin.
It wasn’t often that Fenrir apologised for anything. This was only the second time that he’d ever uttered the words to Harry and the first time had taken some persuading. To hear them spoken willingly and without terms and conditions felt odd to Harry. The larger man was not one to apologise for his actions because it was rare that he ever regretted what he did and he would only say sorry when he meant it.
“Fen…” Harry said through a gasped breath, enjoying the feeling of dry cracked lips upon his skin a little too much, His cock twitching with interest as the rough tongue of his Alpha lapped against his skin. “I’m fine, I can’t feel it, I didn’t even know they were there,” Harry insisted but this did nothing to improve Fenrir’s feelings on the matter.
“Not the point,” Fenrir growled, now angrier with himself than at Harry. “I’m meant to protect you, not hurt you!”
“But you didn’t HURT me,” Harry pointed out with exasperation, “and I will heal just fine. Though I take it that this means you aren’t too angry about the potion?” he asked nervously. He didn’t really wanting to bring the discussion back to his potions, but knew that if he didn’t then it would just come around again later and he was more than a little keen to put this all behind them and never mention it again if that was possible. He was also willing to do anything to distract the Alpha wold from what he had just done.
“No, little one, I am still angry, but mostly just with myself right now” Fenrir said with a definite note of sadness.
“I forgive you,” Harry said, leaning down to place a kiss on his mate’s lips, but was rather startled and offended when the Alpha avoided him. The rejection couldn’t have felt any worse if Fenrir had slapped him.
“You shouldn’t,” Fenrir bit out with irritation. It didn’t matter to the Alpha that the slight injuries hadn’t hurt his mate or that they would heal without leaving even the hint of a scar in their wake, it bothered him that he had lost control enough for the fraction of a second that it took to cause them in the first place. It shouldn’t have happened.
“Well I do, now will you just kiss me already. You weren’t this bad when you bruised my wrists.” It was another reminder of his past actions that the Alpha didn’t need and he let out a low growl from deep within his chest.
“You hadn’t accepted me as your mate then and now I’ve injured you again,” Fenrir explained. “I spilt blood this time.”
Harry sighed with exasperation; he just needed his mate to see that it didn’t bother him. It had been an accident and part of him thought that he might have deserved it a little. Fenrir’s mistake had caused a couple of small scratches, Harry’s mistake had almost killed the Alpha. In comparison Harry couldn’t really hold a grudge about it.
“Honestly this is not anywhere near as bad as half the reactions I thought you might have; I expected at the very least you might rip up a tree from the roots,” Harry said with a soft smile trying to make light of the situation but only receiving a glare from the Alpha for his poor attempt at humour.
“You shouldn’t have to fear me,” Fenrir said, because despite his little mate trying to make light of the situation the Alpha could tell that in some ways Harry had been scared to talk to him about this. He had seen it as clear as day in how he had chewed his way through his lower lip and how anxious he had been as they had wandered into the forest together. Fenrir hated that he still scared Harry. He never wanted to be that kind of man or that kind of Alpha. He wanted their loyalty through respect, not fear.
“I don’t fear you, you idiot,” Harry told him, shaking his head in disbelief, “not really. I don’t like it when you get really violent and watching you force Damon and Harlan submit to you was a little scary to watch, but this,” he motioned to the already healing cuts, “was just an accident.”
“It shouldn’t have happened,” Fenrir said, clearly not ready to accept the forgiveness that was being so freely given to him, something that irritated Harry as all he wanted was to be held against the vast warm chest and kiss his mate. The weather was quickly settling into the frosty winter that Britain always promised, the chill in the air reminding them that it was November.
“Okay, yes, shouldn’t have happened, we could go over this again and again, but it did and I forgive you. Now will you give me a kiss and then we can go back to the clearing?” Harry pleaded as he went to place his lips against his mate's but was once again denied this. With a shiver as a light breeze blew around them Harry wrapped his arms around himself for warmth, an even colder sadness rising within him that he was being denied his mate and his warmth.
“No, but you're getting cold,” Fenrir stated, as he got back to his feet. “We should get you back.” Harry was wounded more by the cold and distant way that Fenrir spoke to him than the already healing nail marks on his hips. At least he hadn’t felt those, the Alpha’s tone and refusal to accept any affection hurt him deeply.
“Fen…” Harry said, trying to keep his voice strong but failing to do so. He felt slightly disconcerted by the sudden coldness of his mate; Fenrir was sometimes not someone he liked very much, but he never had been so… so… emotionless.
“Romy and Lukas are on their own,” the Alpha stated; his distant, uncaring tone not wavering even for a moment.
“Fen…” Harry said again, the nickname almost a whisper as Fenrir turned away from him, something which made Harry want to cry but he refused to allow himself to do this. He was stronger than that.
“I don’t trust that Harlan won’t come back and cause problems,” Fenrir told him, desperate for a reason to get them both back to the clearing as soon as possible, not wanting to risk hurting the pup any more than he already had. He had no idea how his little precious mate could forgive him so easily, but it was going to take more than those words from Harry, to allow him to forgive himself.
He turned away from the teenager, finding it hard to look at the sadness echoing in the bright green eyes and headed for the clearing, listening carefully to ensure that he heard Harry’s footsteps following him; he would not let any harm come to the pup, not from him or anyone else.
Harry just sighed, clearly the Alpha was not going to take the matter of the cuts on his waist lightly and so he just followed a Fenrir as they headed back to the clearing. What hurt Harry, more than he thought it might, was that Fenrir didn’t even turn to make sure that he was following him. With the threat of the strays and the danger that was lurking around their territory Harry thought that he would have been more insistent on him staying close by. At this point Harry doubted very much that Fenrir would have cared if he’d just stayed out here all by himself. That thought alone was like a knife to the gut.
Harry caught up, so that he was next to his mate and looked up at Fenrir, whose face was contorted into a sad frown that made Harry’s heart break a little. Particularly when the Alpha didn’t even turn to acknowledge him. How had things become so bad so quickly? Harry had fucked up big time, he was sure of it but what he wasn’t sure of was how he had managed to make their relationship crash and burn so quickly without even realising how or why.
The younger wolf made an attempt at slipping his small hand into the large one of the Alpha’s but Fenrir withdrew and folded his arms across his chest, walking a steady pace towards the clearing that Harry struggled to keep up with. In the end he settled with walking a few paces behind and once they were back in their clearing Harry went and took refuge at his favourite tree, not even stopping to talk to Lukas or Romy. It was only when he was sat alone in his place of solitude did he allow himself to cry.
FGHP
With Micha away on some stupid errand, Harlan was taking the opportunity to send a message to Gideon. Fenrir Greyback had a habit of separating him and Micha, who was so loved up that it would have been cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.
The others were smarter though, smarter than Harlan had given them credit for in the beginning. None of them were very trusting of him and that was making it difficult for him to get much in the way of information, however, just being in the pack was enough seeing as he was very good at observing. He saw exactly how much the little bitch of a sub, Harry, meant to the Alpha wolf. He found it highly amusing to watch the dynamics of their relationship because it was very clear that Harry could run rings around Fenrir.
Greyback might have been the Alpha wolf of the pack and a powerful one at that, but even Harlan could see just how much power the little submissive had over him. The way Fenrir and Harry had been acting when he returned to the clearing made that very clear.Their relationship was clearly still on unstable footing and this was exactly what he had reported to Gideon. He wasn’t sure how his own Alpha would react to this, or what he would do with the information but he had told him everything.
The advantage of the Greyback pack's dislike of him was that they never questioned where he went when he took off into the woods. He was having no trouble making trips to the edge of the territory and leaving messages for Gideon. It was harder when Micha was around as the young wolf was constantly clinging to him but he always managed it somehow.
He had certainly had worse assignments; the territory was comfortable and there was plenty to eat. There was another need that he was hoping he might be fulfilling soon too. He was sure that Micha would be more than happy to accommodate him on this particular need. At least the boy was good looking, that was a bonus. He was really going to enjoy having him.
FGHP
In the end Clayton brought Harry his dinner later that evening, once everyone had safely returned to the clearing from his or her various tasks for the day. Harry had refused to come and join the rest of the pack for their meal, deciding that he couldn’t be with everyone else, not when Fenrir was avoiding even looking at him. The Alpha had made no attempt to come and talk to him, sulking off to cut firewood for most of the day.
None of the pack had expected for Harry to withdraw back to his tree a little way out from the clearing again, not since he had accepted the Alpha as his mate. However, it was clear to even the densest of the pack that something wasn’t right between the two of them. Though not even Lukas or Romy could explain what had happened. They told anyone that asked that the Alpha pair had simply gone for a walk and when they’d returned something had just shifted between them.
Harry barely touched his meal, only managing a few small mouthfuls before giving up. His stomach just couldn't take it, every time he had eaten a mouthful of the meat, potato and vegetable concoction that might have resembled cottage pie if they had had an oven, it had churned violently, threatening to expel its contents; so Harry had stopped trying, resigning himself to having an empty stomach, which felt a lot more comfortable than force feeding himself.
Harry had kept reliving the moment in the forest over and over in his mind trying to figure out what it was he had done wrong to make the Alpha so angry at him. The only conclusion that he could come to was that Fenrir, after being told about the potions, had made up his mind that he was just too much work to have as a mate and he no longer wanted him. The potions were just one step too far for the Alpha male.
He had known that the Alpha would have his limit somewhere and it seemed that with this confession Harry had finally found it. He felt hollow at the rejection dealt to him and thought that at any minute Fenrir was going to come over to him and ask him to leave the territory. That was why, when Clay deposited himself down beside Harry, that the younger werewolf gave a startled yelp of surprise, expecting it to be Fenrir having come to kick him out of the territory and the pack.
“Please tell me you aren’t considering running away again,” Clay said, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s, half joking and half serious as he asked the question. He didn’t know if he could stand the idea of losing his best friend like that again, nor was he sure that he would be able to forgive him for it, not after what had happened the last time.
“Does being asked to leave the pack count?” Harry asked him somewhat pathetically as he kicked at the dirt with the toe of his sneaker.
“What do you mean?” Clay asked with confusion, his heart clenching with fear at the thought of losing Harry, but he was sure that his best friend hadn’t been asked to leave yet, or he simply wouldn’t still he here. Once you were asked to leave a pack you left or you were killed, there wasn’t another option. Clay couldn’t understand what would make Harry start worrying that it would happen. “Why would you be asked to leave?” he asked, hoping his friend would at least tell him that.
“I think Fenrir…” Harry paused as the words caught in his throat, the idea making fresh tears fall down his face. “I think he changed his mind about me,” he managed to force himself to say, though his voice came out sounding as broken as his heart felt.
“What do you mean?” It had been obvious to Clay since the day they had been brought to the territory that Harry was the Alpha’s priority and he couldn’t even begin to imagine what could possibly be so bad that that would change. If almost dying to protect Harry hadn’t wavered the Alpha then nothing would, Clay was sure on that.
“Fen… he won’t let me touch him,” Harry explained, “He’s so distant with me all of a sudden. I don’t know what happened… I don’t think he wants me anymore.” Clay just stared at Harry dumbfounded. He had only been away with Jenson for a handful of hours in their hunting expedition and it seemed that he had missed a hell of a lot in that time.
“Don’t be an idiot, of course he still wants you, as gross as that thought is to me, there isn’t any denying it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, like no one else matters.” Harry looked to Clay sadly, unable to believe the words his best friend spoke. No one would ever look at him in that way.
“If he doesn’t ask me to leave tonight, can I sleep with you? Please,” Harry asked, completely disregarding what Clay had said because he simply couldn’t believe that it held any roots in the truth.
“Of course, you don’t even have to ask and don’t be stupid, no one is going to ask you to leave.” Clay then looked to the barely touched meal and sighed, “You not hungry again?”
Harry grimaced at the barely touched bowl that contained his dinner and shook his head. He was hungry, he supposed, but he just wasn’t sure he could keep it down.
“How about I do you a deal,” Clay suggested, not wanting to have to go back and tell the others, especially the Alpha, that Harry wasn’t eating again. “If you eat half of this then if on the fluke chance you are asked to leave I’ll go with you.”
“You can’t!” Harry exclaimed in horror, shaking his head, “I won’t be the reason you have to leave your family,” he said insistently, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly, Clay just gave him a rather pointed look.
“I can because I know it isn’t going to happen,” Clayton said with confidence, “Now do we have a deal or not?”
“Not,” Harry said and then after a moment’s hesitation he added, “But I will try and eat a little more if you keep me company for a while.” He didn’t want his best friend making the promise to come with him. He couldn’t be the reason Clay lost his family, his home and even Romy, who Clay had admitted was the love of his life, despite her resistance to him.
“Deal,” Clay said quickly, before Harry changed his mind.
Taking up his meal Harry gave it a withering stare. At least if he forced himself to eat and he threw it up they wouldn’t make him eat again. Tentatively he brought the fork up to his mouth and took a small mouthful as a test to see how his stomach would cope. Clay watched him carefully grateful that he was at least trying.
“Harry…” Clayton said uncertainly, “You don’t have to tell me but… what happened today to make you think you’ll be asked to leave? I mean there must be a reason.”
“I told him about the potions,” Harry said before he took another small mouthful of the food that was now cold, however he didn’t have the energy or the patience to heat it up again.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, he reacted… well actually not as bad as I thought he would,” Harry admitted, remembering that he expected for Fenrir to at the very least to rip a tree or lose his temper and shout at him but he hadn’t done either of those things.
“So what’s the problem?” Clay asked, feeling even more baffled than before. Harry lifted up his t-shirt and pushed down the waistband of his jeans a little so that the still healing cuts could be seen. “The Alpha did that?” he asked in surprise as he reached out to touch them but stopped himself before he could.
Harry nodded. “It was an accident, he didn’t mean to,” he explained quickly at Clay’s shocked and mildly horrified expression. “I didn’t even feel it, but he just seemed to switch off to me after that, I told him it didn’t matter, that I forgave him but…”
“He’s an Alpha, it’s a little more complicated than that.”
“Complicated how? I made one mistake and because of that I almost got him killed and he forgave me easily enough, why can’t I forgive him as easily for his?” Harry said as he disregarded his bowl, having just about managed a third of the food it contained and sure that he couldn’t stomach anymore.
“It’s hard to explain, I think Fenrir would be the best person to explain it to you,” Clay said, not wanting to explain something that he wasn’t entirely sure on himself and it wasn’t a conversation that he wanted to be having with his best friend.
“But Fenrir won’t even look at me, let alone talk to me,” Harry said sadly.
Clay groaned, he really didn’t want to be the one to tell Harry about all these things. “Maybe you can try in the morning,” he suggested. “Come on, it’s freezing out here and you clearly aren’t going to eat anymore. Shall we get some sleep?”
Harry nodded, feeling more than a little pathetic as he and Clay got to their feet. He really was exhausted, emotionally and physically. The two pups headed for the fire where the two of them grabbed blankets and hides, settling down with Lukas and Damon, Harry in the middle of the large group of men, the older two complaining about how cold the pups were as they cuddled around them.
The four of them snuggled down together, arms and limbs tangled together, Harry’s head buried in Lukas’ chest, Clay on his other side, wrapped around him and Damon curled around his adoptive son. Despite their concerns, no one questioned why Harry was with them this evening, they just accepted him in and ensured that there were enough blankets and hides to cover them all from the chill in the November air.
None of them noticed the glares the Alpha was sending in their direction as they all bundled around Harry in an attempt to keep warm. They were all near enough to falling asleep when the Alpha got up to approach them.
“I thought I made it clear that you wouldn’t be sleeping with Clayton or the others anymore, little one,” he said in a deep, possessive voice. His stance alone was enough to let anyone watching know that he was not a happy Alpha right now. His possessive streak was in full effect as he had watched his mate snuggle up to sleep with other members of the pack.
All four wolves, turned and looked up at the large man who was stood by their heads, towering over them. Lukas and Clay looked nervous, worried about just how upset the Alpha really was with them that they had Harry cuddled up with them. Damon merely looked mildly amused at this turn of events. He had watched his best friend spend the better part of the afternoon sulking and avoiding Harry and now it seemed that Fenrir was surprised that the pup had found somewhere else to sleep, other than with him.
“Well, you don’t want me so where am I meant to sleep?” Harry asked, sounding genuinely hurt. He tried to wiggle out of the puppy pile, having every intention of taking a blanket and going to sleep on his own at his tree, which seemed to be what the Alpha was suggesting he do seeing as the large man didn’t want him sleeping with the others.
Lukas and Clay both made rather vocal noises of complaint as Harry managed to squirm and clamber out from between them, being none too careful what or where he elbowed and kicked in his haste to remove himself from their embrace. Their fussing and squawking drew the attention of the others who had mostly been getting ready to sleep themselves, Jenson Callie and Romy all watching in amusement at the show, while Micha and Harlan were a little too busy in their own activities to notice much about what was going on around them.
“Where are you going?” the Alpha snarled following Harry as he made his way purposefully towards his tree where it was distinctly colder than by the fire. He was clutching just one blanket and it would never be enough to keep him warm on its own, especially not out here and not on his own either.
“I can’t sleep with the others. You don’t want me. Where do you think I’m fucking going?!” Harry asked, unable to stop the tears as they welled in his eyes however he continued to stride purposefully away from the Alpha and the rest of the pack.
Having had enough of Harry walking away from him, Fenrir took two large strides, caught up with his little mate and picked him up by the waist a little rougher than he had originally intended to and forced Harry to stop, holding him close to him even as Harry began to struggle against his grip.
“Stop, little one,” Fenrir instructed firmly in Harry’s ear. Harry was strong for one so small and Fenrir found it difficult to hold on to him. He had heard exactly how much Damon and Jenson had struggled with him and had been rather proud of the fact that his mate had been so desperate to be close to him that he had bitten Jenson, though he made sure now that no body parts went anywhere near Harry’s mouth now.
“No!” Harry shouted, struggling against the hold that the Alpha had on him, “Let me go!” He wasn’t about to give in without a fight, he had not been ignored all day just to bend to the Alpha’s whim now. That was not how it worked; he wasn’t just a plaything for Fenrir’s amusement!
“Calm down, little one,” Fenrir said firmly but Harry was having none of it, continuing to thrash about wildly. The Alpha only tightened his hold on his little mate, refusing to let him go.
“Let go of me,” Harry repeated, kicking out with his legs seeing as his arms were now trapped in the older man’s vice like grip. He disliked being manhandled in this way, just because Fenrir was so much larger than the rest of them did not mean he had the right to treat them all as if they were ragdolls.
“Not until you stop walking away from me,” Fenrir growled as he made the fatal mistake of allowing a hand to reach up and prevent Harry from throwing his head back and found out just what Jenson had been complaining about as Harry had clamped his teeth around a finger.
The Alpha growled in frustration, releasing his hold on Harry briefly, only to pin him to a tree with his body, ensuring that the smaller male wouldn’t be going anywhere. Both of them were breathless and glaring at one another, a throbbing pain in the Alpha’s finger.
“Why do you even care?!” Harry demanded, feeling just as frustrated as the older werewolf. “You made it clear you don’t want me anymore!”
“Of course I want you! I waited more than a decade for you. I built this pack and made this territory liveable for you,” Fenrir growled, as if this was proof enough but Harry didn’t seem to think so.
“I don’t believe you,” Harry said stubbornly, “Let me go, please just let me go.”
Harry tried to manoeuvre himself out from between the large Alpha and the tree but he truly felt as if he were stuck between a rock and a hard place as he failed in his attempt to get away. It was more like a tree and a hard body, Harry thought bitterly, a hard body that turned him on immensely when it was pressed against him like this, even in the heat of their argument.
“You don’t have to believe me but it’s true, now calm down, little one and talk to me.” Harry wasn’t in the mood to talk however; he was feeling deflated and rejected, talking was not high on his list of things to do when he felt this drained.
“I don’t want to talk to you. I wanted to talk to you earlier but you just ignored me, you wouldn’t even look at me, why would I want to talk to you?” Harry yelled, trying valiantly to shove the Alpha away from him but the large man was unmovable, seemingly un-phased by the little fists hitting at his bare chest.
“I hurt you!” Fenrir growled out, taking hold of Harry’s wrists to stop his little mate from hitting him, more concerned that Harry would hurt himself again than being bothered by the blows being delivered to him. He kept his grip loose though, holding on to him just enough to cease the violence.
“Not this again! You didn’t hurt me!” Harry demanded, trying to wrench his arms away from Fenrir but having no luck. He was steadily running out of determination to keep fighting, the Alpha was larger and much more domineering, Harry stood very little chance of getting his own way by acting like a petulant child.
“If you hadn’t taken that damn potion then I would have done!” Fenrir insisted, feeling aggravated that Harry didn’t understand that it wasn’t about the pain, it was about the damage he had inflicted.
“It was one mistake, Fenrir, I made one mistake and I almost got you killed, what the fuck does a couple of tiny scratches matter?” At this Harry almost broke down. It was painful to admit what his mistake had almost cost him. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Fenrir hadn’t made it through; even with the gaping hole in his chest, caused by the rejection the Alpha had dealt him today Harry couldn't bare the idea of losing Fenrir.
“Just come sleep next to me.”
Harry was surprised to hear that it was more of a request than a demand that was issued from Fenrir now and it made him stop his struggling and peer in the beautiful golden orbs that were staring down at him.
“Not unless you accept that I forgive you,” Harry said, determinedly maintaining eye contact.
“I can’t forgive myself for hurting you, little one,” Fenrir said, both of them sounding quite a bit calmer now, they were almost having a rational and calm conversation, which was something of a miracle considering.
“Then find someone else to cuddle with tonight, I’ll go back to Clay and Lukas,” Harry told him with a small snarl. Apparently calm and rational wasn’t going to last very long, both males were far too stubborn for their own good.
“Like hell you will,” Fenrir growled possessively. He greatly disliked the idea of anyone else being cuddled up to Harry and he certainly didn’t want anyone other than Harry to sleep in his arms. It had bothered him, a lot more than he had liked to admit, to see his mate in the puppy pile with Clayton, Damon and Lukas.
“Fine then I’ll sleep out here on my own but I’m not sleeping with you until you get it through your thick head that I forgive you and you need to forgive yourself. We all make mistakes!” Harry snapped at his mate in irritation.
They had reached a checkmate it seemed, both fuming mad at each other and both just as stubborn as the other, neither wanting to budge on their positions in their disagreement. However it was Harry who finally caved a little, fed up and just wanting to sleep, not seeing the point to any of it. He didn’t understand why anyone could go through so much trouble for him.
“Why are you doing this anyway?” Harry asked after a moment where neither of them said anything. “Surely I can’t be so special as to be worth all this.”
“Why do you say that? Of course you’re special, I knew that the first time I laid eyes on you,” Fenrir said with a hint of exasperation but remaining pressing his mate up against the tree. Their voices were considerably calmer now.
“You mean when you bit me?” Harry asked. “I was just a baby.” He was truly not looking to start another argument as he didn’t have the energy left to fight anymore, he was simply curious.
“Yes, you were, but your scent… well I wanted you even then,” The Alpha admitted and saw Harry’s face screw up in disgust.
“Okay, eww, that’s disgusting and illegal.”
“Not in that way, little one; I wanted the man, the werewolf, you’d grow to become,” the Alpha said with a small chuckle.
“Okay well that makes it slightly better, but why am I so special, is it just because I’m a submissive wolf?” Harry asked.
“That is part of it but it is also your power that makes you so enticing. Micha is a submissive just like you but he doesn’t have the same appeal, the same power that you do,” Fenrir explained, though feeling as if there was probably a better time and place to be discussing such things however the Alpha wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to be this close to his mate and exchanging words that were not said in anger.
“Micha is a submissive too?” Harry asked sceptically, with a glance at where his pack brother was sitting with Harlan, the two of them seemed to be spending a lot of time with their tongues down each other’s throats, rarely coming up for air.
Fenrir gently turned Harry’s head back to make eye contact with him again and nodded. “But you are special,” he said, trying to get Harry to understand.
Harry shook his head, “I’m not special,” he said with a hint of sadness. “I just keep fucking things up.”
“It was my fuck up, little one,” Fenrir said with a low growl, not wanting to talk about it anymore or to argue with Harry any further on the matter. “Will you come and sleep with me now?” he asked, desperate to get back to the pack and to rest but not before separating Micha and Harlan.
“Do you accept that I forgive you?” Harry countered.
With a low, rumbling growl at Harry answering his question with one of his own, the Alpha leant down and placed his lips to his mates, claiming them with a rough and desperate kiss. “Does that answer your question, little one?”
Harry wrapped his now free arms around the Alpha’s neck, relieved that the older man didn’t shy away or withdraw from him as he returned the kiss with one of his own. Fenrir wrapping his large arms around his mates smaller frame, holding him close. “Does that answer yours?” Harry asked him smiling at him, glad that they were no longer shouting at each other.
In response, Fenrir literally swept Harry off his feet and began carrying him back towards the fire. Harry snuggled his face into the furry chest of his Alpha, inhaling the familiar scent and relishing his opportunity to smell it again. Only an hour ago he hadn’t thought that he would even have the chance to be this close to the Alpha and smell him again, so he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to do so now.
“I’m sorry for biting you,” Harry mumbled sleepily as they neared the fire, Fenrir grunted in amusement but said nothing, burying his nose into his mate’s mass of unruly raven hair, kissing him there.
On his way past the snogging Micha and Harlan he gave the two of them a swift kick, “Settle it down,” he demanded. Micha had the courtesy to at least look a little embarrassed as the Alpha took his place beside the fire, Harry cuddled in his arms.
“Sorry, my Alpha,” Micha said as he lay down; Harlan said nothing, curling himself around Micha, an arm thrown over his waist as he pulled the blankets over them to keep them warm. All the others were already asleep or getting there. Fenrir would keep watch over them tonight but Harry would not be going anywhere.
FGHP
Micha was fairly sure that the Alpha was sending him on every errand that came up, simply to keep him away from Harlan; to begin with he had felt important but now it was annoying and frustrating. He didn’t understand why the pack was treating Harlan so differently from how they had treated him or Jenson and Romy, who had arrived in similar states.
He was sure they would come around in time and until then he would just enjoy the feeling of warm arms wrapped around him. It was a shame that they had to sleep slightly apart from the rest of the pack but, in Micha’s opinion, it was worth it to be able to cuddle up together. He really liked Harlan and putting up with near enough anything was worth it just to be with him.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Harlan whispered in his ear, pressing the length of his body against Micha’s back, encircling his arms around Micha’s waist. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked.
They were lying down a short distance from the rest of the pack with Harlan spooned around Micha’s back. They had taken to sleeping that way in the short time since Harlan’s arrival, but both of them had much on their minds and were failing to find sleep.
“I just feel bad that the others won’t accept you,” Micha told him, looking over his shoulder with an apologetic expression, relaxing into the embrace.
“You accept me though, right?” Harlan asked, to which Micha smiled and nodded. “Well, then that is enough for now.”
“How does it not bother you?” Micha asked him, turning around so that he could nuzzle into Harlan’s neck; it felt nice to be this close to someone. He had watched Fenrir and Harry get close, even Clayton had Romy, sort of, and he was jealous of them. Now he didn’t have to be because he had Harlan.
“I can be patient,” Harlan said, “but you could always help make me feel better if you want.” As he spoke he worked his hands across Micha’s solid chest, kissing gently at his neck.
“How?” Micha asked, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the gentle touch and caress of his lips, the feel of his hand on his chest.
“Come on, let’s go find somewhere more… private. I don’t think your Alpha would approve of what I have planned.”
“Harlan…” Micha said tentatively, not sure how far he wanted to go. He liked Harlan, a lot but that was a huge thing to Micha and he wasn’t sure he was ready to go beyond kissing and cuddles. He had been with women before but never a man and the thought scared him a little.
“You don’t have to, I mean… I just thought you really liked me,” Harlan said trying to sound as upset as he could at the thought that he was being rejected. He would have his prize tonight one way or another.
“I do like you...” Micha tried to say but was swiftly interrupted.
“But not like that, it’s really okay, Micha, we don’t have to,” Harlan said, releasing his hold on the other wolf and turning away from him.
“No, I really want to,” Micha said quickly, grabbing at Harlan to stop him rolling away. Micha wasn’t about to lose the best thing that had happened to him in a long time because of his nerves.
“No, no, I understand, I will leave in the morning. I don’t want to cause problems between you and your pack,” Harlan said and took the opportunity to smirk at his manipulation of the other wolf while Micha was turned away from him. It really was almost too easy.
“Harlan, please don’t. I don’t care what they all think, I really, really like you, I mean it. Let’s find somewhere private like you said,” Micha said a little desperately. He didn’t want to lose whatever he had with Harlan; he thought that he might have been falling for him.
“You’re sure?” Harlan said, letting his expression feign hopefulness as he turned back to face the younger werewolf. He gently ran a hand up and down Micha’s side, teasing him gently with the small gesture of affection.
Micha nodded, getting to his feet. “Come on then,” he whispered, holding out a hand to help the other man to his feet. He really wasn’t sure about this but he really didn’t want to lose Harlan and he was willing to do pretty much anything to keep him.
He had always been pretty sure that he wasn’t a dominant male, he had seen the clear differences in behaviour between him and his older brother. Even though he had always appreciated both the male and the female form he had always avoided sleeping with men because he was worried about the implications of being a submissive. His first sexual experience had been with the daughter of an Alpha, whose pack he had been passing through at the time. He’d had to make a run for it when their relationship had been discovered and he’d never seen her again.
Helping Harlan to his feet they carefully manoeuvred themselves around the rest of the pack who were sleeping peacefully. However Micha thought that Fenrir might have only been lightly dozing but even if he was aware of them moving around the Alpha wolf said nothing. Micha almost wished that he would, that Fenrir would stop them from going so that he wouldn’t have to go through with it.
The Alpha however remained silent, wrapped around Harry, clutching at the small body, unwilling to let him go. Micha had no idea where they were going to go but they headed off into the forest regardless, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest as he clasped tightly at Harlan’s hand who followed behind him.
Being with this pack was the first time that he had ever felt secure since he had been in the pack in which he had been born into. After his foolish older brother had been killed trying to become Alpha, and he had had to flee or be killed, he had never really felt as if he belonged anywhere. Now that he had found that security again he wanted a mate, he wanted a family. He really thought that Harlan could be that mate and together they could have that family.
He always liked to play the role of brave dominant, the night he had run into the forest following Fenrir and Jenson he hadn’t even thought twice; he had been protecting his family, the ones that he cared about. He so desperately wanted Harlan to be part of that. Micha couldn’t understand why the others were so hesitant about accepting Harlan into the pack. He had been just as broken and injured as Micha when they had found him. They were the same, the two of them, both seeking refuge from being recruited by Deatheaters, needing somewhere to feel safe.
Harlan tugged on Micha’s hand, stopping their assent into the dark depths of the forest, pulling the younger wolf into him. Arms wrapped around Micha’s waist, keeping him pinned against the hard body of Harlan as their lips met and tongues clashed together, Micha moaning into the embrace.
The younger wolf slid his hands under the dominant wolf’s jumper, his icy hands connecting with warm skin. They had touched each other this closely before but it was the knowledge of what it would lead to this time that had Micha trembling. They had never had the privacy before, they’d never been left alone long enough. Now however the others were all snoring softly a few yards away, there was nothing to stop them now, no excuses not to do it.
Micha could feel Harlan’s large erection pressing against him through his trousers, his own cock starting to grow hard the more he felt Harlan touching him, their kisses deepening. Hands were wandering, grasping at skin as clothing was torn from their bodies. Micha could feel every part of him trembling as his jumper was tugged none too gently over his head, exposing his chest to the cold night air, his nipples hardening instantly.
“Harlan…” Micha gasped as the older wolf kissed and nibbled at his neck, “I’ve never…”
Harlan drew back, looking at his soon to be lover with confusion before it dawned on him what it was that Micha meant. A smug grin broke out on his handsome face. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll make sure you don’t forget this.”
Turning Micha around, Harlan brought up his arms over his head and leant him against a tree. It took very little work to push down Micha’s jeans round his ankles. Harlan took a moment to appreciate the perfection of the sight before him, knowing that he was going to have a lot of fun with the boy. He was going to take great pride in being the first man to violate Micha.
Without warning, care or lubrication Harlan inserted two fingers inside of his conquest, Micha cried out in surprise, not liking the burn of pain he felt. A stray tear escaping and trickling gently down his cheek. He could feel the werewolf behind him as he roughly stretched his entrance, preparing him. Micha gripped the trunk of the tree, wanting to cry out with the pain of it.
The younger wolf whimpered with relief as he felt Harlan withdraw his fingers. He didn’t want to go through with it, he wasn’t ready. He heard Harlan mutter a lubrication spell and Micha was about to say no, that he didn’t want this when the older wolf grabbed hold of Micha’s hips and forced himself inside in one swift, violent motion. Micha’s erection wilted almost at once as the agony ripped through his lower body.
He tried desperately not to scream as Harlan began to pound into him, the older man’s hands gripping at him tightly as he moved inside of him. He had never known anything to hurt so much as this. All he could think was when it would stop.
Harlan felt his balls tighten and he knew he was about to come, hell it had been too long since he had taken pleasure in fucking someone and Micha was just so sweet and tight. The thought of shooting his load in the hot little arse only spurred on his orgasm. Leaning forward, as if to place a gentle kiss upon Micha’s shoulder, he bit down instead, hard enough to draw blood. He was careful to avoid the neck, he didn’t want to be mated to the little fuck. The metallic taste upon his tongue tipped him over the edge. His orgasm ripped through his body as he bit and suckled upon his Micha’s shoulder ensuring to leave a purpling bruise.
Just because he had come didn’t mean he was done torturing the little submissive. He had one more thing in mind and it was going to be a delight to hear the bitch scream. He remained inside his conquest, waiting for his knot to form. It was part of their wolf genes that carried over into their human forms, to help create pups but Harlan had discovered that it had other uses too.
Having swollen slightly in size he pulled himself out in a single violent motion and was delighted when he smelt blood and heard a strangled scream as Micha bit down on his own arm to keep from crying out and waking the others. Harlan watched with a sick satisfaction as Micha trembled, still clutching to the trunk of the tree for support. Blood was pouring from the wound on his shoulder and trickling down his back.
“Is it always like that?” Micha asked, his voice quiet and shaky. All he had felt was pain, and he couldn’t understand why people would agree to let someone do that to them, let alone want it done.
“Of course, what else did you expect?” Harlan told him bluntly as he found his trousers and slid them on, glad that the stupid little werewolf hadn’t had some other man take him, that he didn’t know any better.
“Oh,” Micha said sadly, testing the stability of his legs as he went to pick up his jeans; sobbing slightly as fresh bursts of pain shot up his spine, making his eyes water. He never wanted to experience that again.
“You were wonderful Micha, so tight and so hot, I can’t wait to feel you again,” Harlan hissed into the other wolf’s ear.
“I… I don’t think I want…” Micha stuttered out as he pulled up his trousers, covering himself. At he felt slightly less vulnerable, even if he felt like his whole vision of his future was crumbling before him; maybe he would just hold out for a nice girl, because he was sure he couldn’t do that again.
“Of course you do,” Harlan insisted, placing a kiss on the stinging bite mark on his shoulder. “You don’t think that a submissive like you will get some woman to mate with you, do you?” the older werewolf asked, looking at him with pity.
“But…”
“Oh, Micha, don’t worry it will hurt less with practice,” Harlan told him with a soft tone and a sweet little smile.
“Harlan…”
“Come here,” Harlan said. “Show me how much you liked it.”
“What do you mean?” Micha said hesitantly, afraid what Harlan might want him to do now, fearful that he might be made to do it again.
“On your knees,” Harlan instructed.
“Why?” Micha asked hesitantly.
“Do it and I’ll show you,” Harlan hissed, not liking that Micha wasn’t doing as he was told when he was asked. He would have to change that.
Micha slowly dropped to his knees, doing his best to ignore the flare of pain in his arse that shot up his spine with every movement. He was shaking with fear as Harlan undid his trousers again and brought out his semi-hard cock. Micha watched as the older wolf began to squeeze the shaft, pumping himself to full hardness once more.
In one swift movement Harlan had taken a small step forward and grasped a fistful of Micha’s hair. “Open your mouth,” he hissed softly and hesitantly Micha did as he was told, only to find Harlan’s large cock shoved inside and forced down the back of his throat making him gag.
He was scared; this whole experience had hurt and been horrible but with the other man’s large erection in his mouth he couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down his face as every survival instinct he possessed had him scrabbling to try and get away, but Harlan wouldn’t move. His grip on the back of Micha's head was relentless and painful, the submissive had nowhere to go as Harlan thrust his hips forwards and back.
All Micha could think was to make it stop and if he played along, giving Harlan what he wanted then it would end quicker. So, trying not to vomit as his gag reflex was triggered repeatedly, he closed his lips around the large, throbbing erection and sucked, using his tongue to swirl around the tip. Harlan let out a groan of appreciation as he forced himself further into the back of Micha’s throat.
With one final thrust Harlan was coming down Micha’s throat and, as much as the younger wolf wanted to spit it out, there was no way that he could until Harlan removed himself, so he swallowed it down, his throat sore from the abuse. He gagged again as Harlan pulled his now soft cock from Micha’s mouth, and he almost wished he would be sick so he could get the man’s semen out of his stomach; just knowing it was there made him want to cry.
“Good boy,” Harlan praised, releasing the fist full of hair and soothing it over with several gentle strokes. “You won’t do better than me, sweet little Micha. You know that, don’t you?”
With tears still streaming down his cheeks, Micha nodded. Harlan was right; he was a submissive and he knew what that meant, what his place would be. He would just have to get used to it; at least Harlan was pleased with him and wouldn’t leave him now, and maybe things would get better with time like Harlan said.
He did have one other option, if he left the pack then he might try and find another and become mates with an Alpha, like Harry had here. He saw how Harry was treated and knew that that was because he belonged to the Alpha male. However Micha wasn’t sure he could leave, he loved his pack too much for that. He didn’t want to wander aimlessly from pack to pack again, he hated feeling as if he didn’t belong anywhere but he belonged here and even if that meant staying with Harlan then so be it.
“Let’s get you back, sweet thing,” Harlan said dragging Micha to his feet, “I’m cold.”
FGHP
The following morning Micha found the need to be alone for a while. He didn’t much care for Fenrir’s rule not to go anywhere unaccompanied, he just wanted some time to get his head straight and to do that he couldn’t be around Harlan or anyone else for that matter. He was sure he was in love with the man but the night before had been horrible.
He chose to take his solitude by the stream, knowing that this would be the first place anyone would look if they missed him and, despite needing the time alone, he didn’t want to cause a pack wide panic if they couldn’t find where he had disappeared to.
Heating the water with a wave of his wand he stripped down to his birthday suit finding that the need to clean himself from head to toe was intense. He only wished that he could wash away the memories as easily as he could Harlan’s semen that had leaked from him as he slept. He felt sticky and unclean, he knew that washing would take care of that.
“Hey you,” Harry said appearing rather suddenly, close by to him. It seemed that the teenager also had a disregard when it came to the rules set by the Alpha, a rebellious spirit that Micha couldn’t help but admire greatly.
“Should you be out here alone, little one?” Micha asked as Harry stripped down to his boxers and joined Micha in the stream to wash. The pup had never been one to expose himself in front of the others unless it was entirely necessary.
“Should you?” Harry replied with a cheeky smile.
“Touché,” Micha returned as they scrubbed at their skin, the older of the two a little more vigorously than usual. Micha didn’t mind Harry’s company too much, he didn’t find the need to fill the silence with inane chatter, so he didn’t feel as if his alone time had been interrupted at all, not until Harry noticed it.
“What the hell happened to your shoulder?” Harry asked a little shocked to see the blue and purple bruise marring his otherwise immaculate skin. Puncture marks were there clear as day too, it was quite clear that he had been bitten quite violently by someone. Not even Harry, who was entirely innocent in all things sexual, could not realise that. Micha was just glad that where he had bitten himself hadn’t been that deep and had therefore healed over night and was now unnoticeable.
“Oh…” Micha said. “It’s nothing,” he responded.
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Harry said, looking at his friend with concern.
“What doesn’t look like nothing?” another voice asked, Damon had come to find them and Micha scowled, his alone time was becoming increasingly more public with each passing minute. “Little one, Fenrir is looking for you, something about you disappearing again.”
Harry rolled his eyes, “I’m washing and I’m not unaccompanied, I have Micha with me so I’m fine,” he said. “But I don’t think he is,” he added.
“Harry!” Micha hissed, not wanting to draw attention to his rather vicious love bite on his shoulder. He threw himself out of the stream trying to make a grab for his t-shirt and jeans to cover himself but didn’t quite make it before Damon spotted the nasty looking bruise complete with teeth marks and grabbed him.
“What happened?” the Beta wolf asked in outrage, rushing towards Micha and turning him so that he could get a better look at the obvious injury.
“Nothing,” Micha snapped, yanking himself free from Damon’s firm grip and quickly donning his shirt and jeans.
“That doesn’t look like nothing,” Damon snapped back, as Micha grabbed his trousers and started to put those on too. The Beta moved over to him and took a hold of his arm before Micha could make a break for the clearing.
“That’s what I said,” Harry told him, reminding them of his presence.
“Harry, go and see if we have any bruise salve,” Damon instructed the teenager. He knew that they didn’t have any but fortunately Harry did not know that; the Beta wolf needed a moment alone with the now extremely grumpy and unhappy looking Micha.
The pup sighed, got out from the stream, hastily dried himself, dressed and headed back to the clearing, knowing that he would no doubt have to deal with his mate along the way, something the Beta wolf was counting on to give them some more time to talk, alone. Damon and Micha remained silent, the older of the two still holding on to the other, glaring at one another, waiting until Harry was well out of earshot.
Damon was livid, and had a good idea who was responsible; it was taking a lot of effort not to storm right back to the clearing and rip that arsehole’s head clean off his shoulders. “I swear to Merlin, if Harlan did that to you…”
“It’s none of your business,” Micha interrupted, not wanting to hear what the older werewolf would do to his boyfriend… he supposed that was what they were now.
“I am the Beta of this pack,” he said sternly, maintaining his grip on the younger werewolf and turning him to make eye contact. “If one member is injuring another like this then it damn well IS my business, Micha,” he said clearly.
“Don’t be jealous just because you can’t have me,” Micha snapped angrily but he regretted the words the moment they were out of his mouth.
“Jealous? You think this is about jealousy?” Damon snarled. “If this is what you let people do to you then I don’t want you! Have some self-respect for fuck’s sake.”
“I love him,” Micha said stubbornly as he tried in vain to rip his arm from Damon’s grip. He really didn’t want the Alpha to get involved in this, though he knew that with Harry off to get bruise salve it was inevitable.
“That isn’t love, that’s abuse!” Damon snarled, pointing an accusing finger at the harsh looking wound at the nape of Micha’s neck.
“No! He wants to be with me,” Micha insisted and he had to keep telling himself that because otherwise what was all the pain and humiliation for? Of course Harlan wanted him, everything the dominant wolf had done was to ensure that Micha submitted fully. It was perfectly normal, it had to be.
“No, he wants to fuck you,” Damon growled, wanting to make Micha see just what Harlan was doing to him. The Beta wolf couldn’t understand how anyone could be so blind.
“Isn’t that what you want too?” Micha asked angrily, hurt at the words that Damon had spoken. The Beta opened his mouth to say something else as they stood glaring at one another but his words were silenced as another voice joined their argument.
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” the roaring voice of the Alpha demanded, the small body of Harry cowering at his side, frightened from the loud shout and also the sight of two people he cared about arguing, almost literally at each other’s throats.
“Show him, Micha, see what the Alpha thinks of what that thing did to you.” Damon snarled, his anger getting the better of him, he had never wanted to speak to him that way.
“It’s not his business,” Micha insisted, trying and failing to pull away from Damon.
“Please, Micha,” Harry said softly, “please.”
Fenrir turned to Harry, as if suddenly realising that he was there, “Little one, go back to the clearing, I need to talk to these two, don’t go anywhere else and stay close to Jenson, understand?”
Reluctantly Harry nodded but scurried off and only once he was gone did the Alpha turn his attention back to the other two, glaring at them. He had not had his coffee this morning and already Harry had disappeared briefly and now these two idiots were fighting. It wasn’t going to be a good day.
“Show me!” he ordered, he was in no mood to be requesting cooperation.
Micha didn’t want to, he was furious that he was being asked to, but he also knew a command when he heard it and knew better than to disobey. It would be better that he show the Alpha himself, rather than have Damon show it to Fenrir for him. He reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, taking one arm out of a sleeve so that his injured shoulder was visible. He looked away, not wanting to see their reactions; he felt humiliated and just wanted to be left alone.
“This was Harlan?” Fenrir growled angrily; he couldn’t think of anyone else who would have done such a thing.
“That fucker has already outstayed his welcome here,” Damon snarled furiously, ready to kill him but would happily settle for kicking him out of the territory, anything to get him away from Micha.
“No! Leave him alone,” Micha pleaded.
“Clearing! NOW!” the Alpha bellowed and Damon kept his firm grip on Micha as all three of them made their way back towards the rest of the pack.
Harry had, for once, done as he was told and had remained close to Jenson, who was helping Lukas make the tea and coffee by the fire while Callie and Romy cooked; Clayton keeping Harry company. Harlan was sat alone, surveying them all when the Alpha, his Beta and Micha came back to the clearing. At their appearance everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them.
Harlan saw them heading for him and was instantly on his feet. This was going to be interesting. He had known that it wouldn’t be long until his hold on the submissive was challenged but he wasn’t going to back down without a fight that was for sure. He had enjoyed himself too much last night to give up Micha. Fucking with his head was the best bit, almost as good as literally fucking him.
“HARLAN!” Fenrir roared.
“NO! I swear he didn’t do anything wrong,” Micha begged, still trying to break free of Damon’s grip as tears rolled down his face; they were going to ruin everything, his chance to be loved, his chance for a family.
“You injured him,” the Alpha stated, towering over the disturbingly calm looking Harlan.
“We were just having a little fun,” he said dismissively, “nothing he didn’t want. Isn’t that right, Micha?”
“See, I told you,” Micha said, nodding his agreement.
“I should snap your neck for what you have done,” Fenrir snarled through gritted teeth.
“And break his heart in the process?” Harlan said quietly, almost challenging the Alpha to do it. “Do you think he would ever forgive you for that?”
“Fine,” Fenrir snapped, angry that the stupid traitorous little werewolf was right; they couldn’t kill him without hurting Micha. “But I see so much as one bruise on him again then I will kill you,” he added.
“Damon, please,” Micha begged, turning to look at the older werewolf with watery eyes.
The Beta looked furious that Harlan had apparently managed to talk his way into both staying and keeping his head. Now he was dreading the moment he had to let Micha go, knowing the young werewolf would probably run straight back to Harlan.
He released his grip on Micha but didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second, he didn’t want the younger wolf to get in the way. He drew back his fist and slammed it quite forcefully into Harlan’s jaw. The blow had been so sudden and had so much force behind it that the werewolf on the receiving end had ended upon on the ground.
Micha was on his knees at once, fussing over the fallen Harlan, Damon stalking off towards the trees, flexing his fist out. Fenrir didn’t even consider going after him, he needed to cool off. Though he thought it was fairly restrained of his Beta to only throw the one punch considering the circumstances. The Alpha looked to the fire, scanning the worried faces of his pack, looking for his mate but not finding him. He let out a growl of frustration; not again!
FGHP
“Damon?” Harry asked tentatively. He had followed the Beta wolf when he had stormed off into the forest. He cared for the older man a great deal, he had been like a second parent to him growing up and he wanted to know that he was okay.
Damon had wiped round at the sound of his own name, his eyes fixing on Harry in shock. “What are you doing here, little one?” he asked, wondering if the Alpha had sent him but knew that was unlikely; Fenrir was probably going out of his mind looking for him.
“I wanted to see that you were okay,” Harry said with a shrug.
“You should go back, Fenrir will be looking for you,” the Beta told him; though even to his own ears it sounded a feeble attempt at persuasion, but he already knew that Harry wouldn’t go back until he was ready, or else dragged back by Fenrir.
Harry shrugged, “He’s always looking for me, let him look, it won’t kill him to miss me for a little while,” he said with a cheeky smile. “I want to know that you’re okay and don’t tell me that you’re fine because I know you’re not.”
“Your fifteen years old, Harry, I’m not discussing my problems with you,” Damon said sternly. “Let’s get you back to the clearing; it really isn’t safe out here.”
“You like him, don’t you? Micha, I mean.” Damon stalled; well Harry had hit the nail right on the head with that question. “I see how you are with him.”
“Harry…” Damon warned, meaning what he had said about not wanting to discuss his problems with someone the same age as his son.
“You’d be good for him,” Harry said as Damon tried to march him back to the clearing, not wanting to have this conversation with the teenager. “But even if you can’t admit it, please don’t let him stay with Harlan.”
Damon sighed, “I won’t,” he said as they arrived back at the clearing. “Now do us both a favour, stop wandering off because one of these days the Alpha is going to tie you to a tree to keep you still.”
“He’d have to catch me first,” Harry said with a smile, giving Damon a hug before heading off toward Clay but not before being intercepted by Fenrir for questioning on where he had run off to this time.
Damon stood at the edge of the clearing watching them, until his eyes landed on where Micha was sitting with Harlan, he was fussing over his jaw and paying no one else any attention at all. It reminded Damon of the night that Micha had fussed over him, when he had tried to get Harry away from Fenrir so that Callie could tend to the Alpha.
With a dull ache in his chest he turned to go actually have the alone time he needed; this time without any of the pups in tow. He turned to look over his shoulder as he left just to make sure Clay didn’t decide to follow him this time; that would have just been typical of his son.

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