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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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Chapter Sixteen - Frotting
Gideon had been pleased when he was told to expect more arrivals in his pack, however, when a timid, half scared twenty-three year old girl had shown up with her three years younger cousin, Aiden, he wasn’t sure what to think. Tessie was the first female that they had had in their pack since they had joined with Voldemort.
It was a good thing that she had come to them with her male cousin, as a protector of sorts, because if she hadn’t then she quite literally would have been fed to the wolves. His pack were all dominant males and to have a woman amongst them was truly like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry lion and telling it not to eat.
Despite Aiden being with her, Axlar still wasn’t able to take his eyes off the new girl. She was a pretty little thing, too skinny perhaps but still beautiful in her own right. Gideon could see that as clear as day, though she just wasn’t his type. Women like her were far more trouble than they were worth. He could admired her though, especially her china blue eyes and shoulder length, wavy, blonde hair.
It was very clear that the Beta wolf was having similar musings too. The thoughts that were going through Axlar’s mind wouldn’t leave him be; he wanted her, he needed to taste her. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be inside of her, to taste her blood on his tongue as be came inside of her. The thought alone was starting to arouse him.
Aiden had stood by her protectively as they made their introductions to the ragtag group of men; Tessie hung back behind her cousin, the dominant males terrifying her. The disgusting little omega wolf had shuffled up to her and whispered some sick things in her ear the moments the introductions were complete. Thankfully Gideon had used a blade to remind Jack of his place at that point; though the whole thing left her feeling more than a little anxious.
She didn’t want to be here; she hated that she had no other choice. Aiden belonged here, Tessie was sure of that, he blended with the group, truly one of them in looks and temperament. Perhaps he was not as unhinged, as she had been lead to believe the rest of this pack were, but he had the potential to be, that was for sure. She loved her cousin dearly but he had always been considered more of a loose cannon in their former pack. It made her stomach lurch to think of them; her family that were almost all dead.
“He’s staring at me,” Tessie whispered to Aiden, with a nervous glance over at where Axlar was sitting with his back against a tree, clicking his knitting needles together as he made, what looked to be a navy blue scarf with little tassels. The insane werewolf caught her looking over at him and licked his lips in a way he might have considered seductive. “It’s really creepy.”
“Gideon and I won’t let him do anything,” Aiden said dismissively. Sure the pack was full of some pretty scary characters but he got on pretty well with a few of them. Dean in particular seemed nice enough, he was at least one of the more sane of the group.
“You think Axlar is that rational?” Tessie hissed, keeping her voice low as she frowned at Aiden. “I am not so sure he gives a damn.”
“Just stay close,” Aiden said, thinking his cousin was fussing over nothing, but he supposed she was the only woman there, and some of the men might get tempted. He had never looked at his cousin in that way before and he had no intention of doing so either.
Tessie nodded sadly in defeat, knowing that her cousin would never see her side on the matter, after all he was a strong dominant male like the rest of them and they wouldn’t be a threat to him in the same way they were to her or in fact any woman forced to live in close proximity with them. In truth she wanted to run away screaming from the lot of them, if she had had a choice then she would have done too. Voldemort, however, knew exactly how to control and manipulate people.
When her family, her pack, had been propositioned to join him, they had refused his offer and because they had taken a stand against him he had ordered them all to be killed. Everyone had died a horribly gruesome death at the hands of his followers, all but three: herself, Aiden and her younger sister Jilly, who he had spared only to force them to join him anyway.
Jilly was only nineteen years old and was being held captive somewhere to be used against them if they didn’t cooperate. That was the only reason that Tessie was here; Jilly was the only reason that she didn’t run away from these brutes. She had no choice, other than to do as she was told or her too innocent little sister was going to die. However she was determined to stay well away from Axlar, who was eyeing her as if she were a piece of well-seasoned meat.
The others had been more curious about Aiden however. Despite being three years younger than Tessie, at twenty years old, he was a whole head taller than her at 6ft. He was all werewolf, with broad shoulders and an expansive chest, though he didn’t even come close to being the size of Gideon and Axlar, the two largest of the group.
The two new additions were welcomed into the group without question. Gideon had warned his pack that others were to be expected. The situation the pack was in was quickly explained to the newcomers; that they were here to watch over another pack which Voldemort wanted some members of. They were biding their time before the attack and that they had a spy in the enemy territory that reported back to them. The information was relayed to them in detail without second thought, assuming that the Dark Lord would have assured their loyalty.
Harlan had been doing an adequate job as far as they could tell. He had been corresponding frequently and, despite not being trusted by nearly all of the Greyback pack, there was one that protected and defended him without question or hesitation. That one member was all it took to assure his place in the group because he seemed to be much loved and Greyback didn’t want to hurt his heart by doing anything to Harlan.
It was almost sweet that an Alpha could be so sentimental about such things and about his pack. Gideon would never be that way; sentimentality only made a leader weak. Greyback had grown to care for a submissive, taking him as his mate, and the bitch too would be used against the man. Affection and love were not things to be found in war. People in love were far too easily manipulated, especially when they failed to protect the ones they cared about.
Gideon sat by the small fire, surveying the nervous Tessie who had huddled by a tree alone, clearly terrified, something that made the Alpha want to laugh as he flexed his silver hand. He saw how Axlar watched the girl and he knew that he would have to keep a close eye on her if he were to keep her out of Axlar’s reach, and away from his Beta's blade. The Alpha could see the gears and cogs turning in his Beta wolf's mind, he’d seen the mess Axlar had made of the last girl he’d killed. He didn’t want that kind of mess in his territory, it would be too much hassle to clean up.
At least Russ seemed to be doing a little better; they were all tired of his moping around, sure he had lost a brother but that was no excuse. Roderic had gone down fighting, he’d had a noble death. There was no point moping, not when revenge was so much sweeter. Russ, Aiden and Dean were sitting the other side of the fire discussing, in hushed tones, the new pack members.
Aiden seemed to have been accepted amongst them. Easily finding a place for himself with the two more sane members of the group. It seemed, however that Axlar wasn’t the only one who had noted Tessie’s good looks; Gideon had a feeling that that girl was going to be more trouble than she was worth, especially now that the pathetic little omega wolf, Jack was sniffing around her too.
He knew it wouldn’t be long until they started fighting trying to impress her. As the only female in an all-male pack she would be a fine prize to win but it was more than likely that the others would tear themselves apart in the process. It was bound to give him a headache and that was all he was concerned about.
FGHP
Maybe an hour before Draco had been due to travel by floo back to the headmaster’s study at Hogwarts, he had had a rather unfortunate run in with his father. Malfoy senior had not been in the best of moods and seeing his eldest son had done nothing to improve it.
Draco had managed to escape with nothing more than a bruised jaw and a split lip but it had been enough for the headmaster to notice that something wasn’t right. Dumbledore, of course, questioned him about it, the headmaster had been curious enough about the boy, even before he had shown up having obviously had a beating.
It hadn’t taken much for Draco to break down; seeing his mother, meeting his baby brother for the first time, having to meet with the Dark Lord and then having a run in with his vicious father had just all been too much for him to cope with. Draco Malfoy, who prided himself on being able to present a ‘I-could-care-less’ facade upon command, felt embarrassed and ashamed that, after several prompts from the elderly headmaster, he had broken down in tears at the pressure that weighed down upon his shoulders.
Voldemort was expecting him to kill Dumbledore; his mother was relying on him to provide a way to escape the Manor where the Dark Lord, her loved up sister and abusive husband also resided; and now he had to worry about the headmaster figuring out what he was up to as well. It was all too much to cope with for such a young boy who was dealing with the pressures that no one should have to cope with.
Of course Draco hadn’t told Dumbledore anything, he wasn’t that stupid and he wasn’t that weak either. He may have been emotionally overwhelmed by everything going on in his life but he had resisted and despite Albus Dumbledore’s many questions he had refused to give up any information to him.
That didn’t help him now, however, as he was stood back in the room of requirement, staring at the blasted cabinet. It was being as difficult, and as stubborn, as ever. He doubted that he would ever be able to fix the damn thing at the rate he was going, not if the professionals, who he had written to, pretty much never bothered to respond to any of his letters.
He had been stood in the come and go room for the better part of two hours trying to figure it out but he was failing miserably and it was now nearing curfew. He couldn’t afford to be caught out of bed after hours, not with Umbridge and her damned blood quill. He had seen the after effects of it on some of the other students already and he didn’t want to give her an excuse to haul him in for detention.
She already disliked him after he had forced her hand in letting him go home; it wouldn’t take much for her to drag him into detention and he wouldn’t give her the excuse nor the satisfaction. It was time to go back to Slytherin common room and wallow in his failure. He would find a way however; he was determined; he needed to protect his little brother. He wouldn’t let his father anywhere near Brax if he could help it.
Daphne was waiting for him in the common room, she so often did now. The other Slytherin’s didn’t bother with him much, they respected that he was on a mission from the Dark Lord, they had even offered to help but he had refused. All the boys that shared his dormitory had seen the dark mark burned into his skin, some had been jealous, others had ignored it.
Either way, Daphne was the only one who had neither offered to help him nor shied away from him; she had simply been supportive, being there for him if he ever needed to talk. He hadn’t taken her up on the offer to date but he appreciated her companionship more than anything.
When he had returned no words were spoken, she had simply given him a sad smile and hugged him. They were the only two in the common room so he felt no reserve in returning the embrace, and at least he had himself back under control following it. She was a good friend to him, probably the only one he had. He just prayed that he could keep her away from the poison that was the war that swirled around them all.
FGHP
Fenrir hadn’t taken his eyes off Harlan since he had challenged the Alpha to kill him and Damon had punched him. They all knew that, while Micha was so besotted with the newcomer, no one could do anything about him; they all cared too much for Micha. Both Harlan and Micha rarely joined the rest of the pack now. They remained very much apart from the others, even at meal times they would accept their food from whomever was serving it, usually Callie or Romy, and then sit at the furthest point away from the others as possible to eat.

Damon had to invoke every ounce of reserve he had not to kill Harlan on the spot as they watched Micha deteriorate before their eyes. Micha was not the same young man that they all knew and loved anymore, not under the heavy gaze of Harlan, who never strayed far from him for long.
No one had seen Micha smile since the morning Harry had first seen the bite mark on his shoulder. The carefree, practical joker seemed to be long gone now. He now never raised his gaze from the floor unless commanded or forced to do so by Harlan; it was a scary sight to behold when none of the pack were used to seeing him so drained of life. He was usually a hyper ball of energy, now he was subdued and almost broken compared to what he had been before.
It was clear to all of them that something had to be done but no one was sure what that something was. No more bruises or injuries had turned up on Micha, at least none that they could see. While Micha was willing to stand by his mate and not ask for help, there was very little they could do other than worry and keep a watchful eye on him.
The two of them could now not be separated, if one went to the stream to wash, they both did. Fenrir hadn’t tried to send one on an errand without the other but he didn’t want the hassle of it, he knew the outcome wouldn’t be pretty. Micha wouldn’t leave Harlan alone for fear that when he got back his mate would be dead or gone and he didn’t want that.
It seemed that currently they were at a stalemate. No one could do anything, at least not without either upsetting Micha or losing him completely. They all agreed that Micha was one of them, a much loved pack brother, no one wanted to lose him from the pack. That was the only reason they were putting up with Harlan because at least if the two of them were in the pack then they could ensure that Micha wasn’t being hurt.
Harlan and Micha were not the only two that were becoming more isolated from the group. Fenrir was also watching his Beta wolf distance himself from everyone, including Clayton. He was spending more and more time alone, brooding and the Alpha disliked it intensely; there was a clear void in his pack and it had been caused by Harlan.
He hadn’t said anything at the time but Fenrir had heard the majority of the argument that Damon and Micha had had by the stream. He had heard the younger wolf taunt the Beta with the feelings he had and he hadn’t liked the attitude Micha had. He could only imagine his sour mood if Harry had said those things to him.
His pack was falling apart because of this newcomer but he was determined that he was going to fix things. It didn’t matter what it took he was the leader of this pack and he was going to ensure that each and every member of the pack was safe and protected, Micha was included in that whether he liked it or not. If that meant killing Harlan and then putting Micha back together after, then that's what he would do.
“What you thinking about?” Harry asked as he curled himself into his mate’s lap, snuggling up to him, nuzzling his cheek into the Alpha’s chest. Instantly and without hesitation Fenrir had his arms around Harry, accepting the embrace.
When the Alpha male didn’t respond Harry followed his line of sight to where Harlan and Micha were cuddled together towards the edge of the clearing and gave a soft sigh of understanding. Harry didn’t like the new wolf any more than the others did but he liked Micha and he was getting sick of no one helping him when it was clear how unhappy he was. It was all very well knowing that Micha wasn't physically being hurt but mentally, it was obvious the other submissive was suffering.
Fenrir’s grip only tightened around him when Harry tried to get free. “Where are you going, little one?” he asked, looking dubiously at his young mate. Harry just smiled at him sweetly and placed a soft kiss to the Alpha’s lips but didn’t say a word. He knew Fenrir would only try and stop him if he did.
Looking at the pup with narrowed eyes, suspicious of what he was about to do, Fenrir reluctantly let Harry go. However, he didn’t take his eyes of his mate, watching him carefully as he walked away, but yet he still didn’t realise in time to stop him when he figured out exactly where he was headed.
“Hey, Micha,” Harry said, completely ignoring Harlan as he approached the two. He crouched down so that he was level with Micha who was curled into Harlan’s chest, both of them curled up on the ground, against a tree. “I was hoping we could go for a walk,” he said, smiling softly.
As soon as the words left Harry’s lips Harlan’s arms tightened around Micha, possessively and he shook his head. “Not happening,” Harlan hissed giving Harry a look of disdain. This was not the reaction the teenager had expected when he had made the decision to come over here.
Harry switched his gaze to Harlan, keeping his features neutral as he surveyed the new wolf. “You aren’t the boss of him,” Harry said simply, “I’m asking Micha, not you.”
“I’m his dominant mate,” Harlan snapped. “He does as he’s told!”
“It’s okay, Harry,” Micha whispered only to receive a stern glare from Harlan and he hastily shut his mouth, resuming staring at the floor.
“You’re hurting him,” Harry growled out, glaring at Harlan.
“And if your mate took you in hand then maybe you’d do as you were told more often!” Harlan snarled, moving Micha off his lap, placing him none too gently on the floor and getting to his feet. Harry rose too and was distinctly aware of just how short he was in comparison to the other wolf.
Micha remained on the ground, almost cowering as Harry squared up to Harlan, standing his ground against the dominant male. “Someone needs to take you in hand,” Harry retorted with a stubborn huff of breath.
Upon realising where it was that his mate had been heading, Fenrir had been on his feet in an instant. He had to admit though that he was halfway curious to see if Harry might be able to separate the two of them. Apart from his temper he wasn’t known to be much of a threat in the pack so the Alpha didn’t rush over immediately, though he wouldn’t have sent him over there with his blessing. However the moment he saw Harlan stand up and square up to Harry, Fenrir made a beeline for them. He wasn’t going to risk his little mate getting hurt.
He arrived just in time to hear Harry say, “someone needs to take you in hand,” and to stop Harlan’s response, which was raising his hand to strike Harry. Fenrir caught the hand before it could deliver its blow, snarling dangerously at the werewolf who had raised his hand to strike his mate.
“Careful Harlan,” Fenrir snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “I won’t take it lightly if you hurt what’s mine.”
“Your little sub needs to learn some respect!” Harlan growled, snatching his arm back from Fenrir and glaring at Harry who glared right back.
“As my mate, he needs to respect no one but me!” Fenrir snapped back as he gathered Harry up in his arms, much to the annoyance of the teenager, who grumbled and complained vigorously as the Alpha turned and walked away.
Harlan scowled after them before turning back to Micha, hauling him up, off his feet and dragging him into the trees. Harry didn’t want to think about what they were going to do or what state Micha was likely going to be in when they got back.
“I was only trying to help,” Harry muttered unhappily as Fenrir took a seat by the fire, not allowing Harry out of his arms. Jenson, who was sat beside the Alpha pair with Lukas, both of them sipping tea, listened to the conversation avidly after witnessing the display between Harlan and Harry.

“I know, little one, but you can’t fight him,” Fenrir said firmly. “And you shouldn’t goad him into a fight that I have to interrupt either,” he added as an afterthought.
He was sick of having to walk away from the situation, it wasn’t what he wanted to do at all, but if he did anything to Harlan now, it would just push Micha away from them all, possibly permanently. His almost attack on Harry was not helping ease his desire to kill Harlan either.
Harry just crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the Alpha, about to tell him that he could take care of himself. Jenson however seemed to realise that Harry was about to put his foot in it and decided that he didn’t want to cope with the resulting headache that would arise from the Alpha pair bickering and quickly cut him off.
“Speaking of which,” Jenson said, nestling his steaming mug of tea between his hands to warm them, “Have you thought anymore on what I suggested, my Alpha?”
Lukas had moved to make Harry tea when he had come to sit by the fire without even being asked, handing the pup his own mug of steaming Earl Grey, something Harry accepted gratefully. Before joining the pack he had never been much of a tea drinker but Lukas had converted him and now he couldn’t do without it at least three times a day. It also did a wonderful job of warming him up now that the winter weather was swiftly setting in.
Fenrir had assured Harry that it wouldn’t start snowing until late December, early January, and that it wouldn’t be solid snowfall either; it would sporadic and never lasted very long and after mid-march there wouldn’t be anymore. Besides, the wards meant that it wouldn’t touch them in their clearing anyway, but that didn’t exactly adhere Harry to the idea of sleeping outside throughout the winter. As cold as it was now in the middle of November, it was tolerable with the wards and their puppy piles around the fire at night. He doubted that the pack would be in such good spirits once the snow started to fall and no amount of tea, or coffee for that matter, would improve the situation.
“I can see the merits of the idea,” Fenrir said stiffly, Harry looked up at his mate questioningly, wondering what it was that they were talking about. His interest was certainly piqued.
“What suggestion?” Harry asked curiously as he took a sip of his scolding tea.
“Never you mind, little one,” Fenrir said, his voice stern before shooting Jenson a warning look not to mention it again, at least not in front of the pups.
The Alpha didn’t want to get their hopes up when he hadn’t made up his mind up yet and he wasn’t sure that he even wanted Harry learning how to fight. He was sure Clayton could benefit from it, as well as starting the process of learning to hunt, and Fenrir also understood why Jenson would want Romy to learn but Harry, he would always be protected, he didn’t need to learn.
FGHP
“Who do you belong to, Micha?” Harlan asked, he had the younger wolf on his knees a few yards away from the clearing and the other members of the pack. They were, however, far enough away to be out of sight, and out of earshot too.
“You,” Micha whimpered, the dominant wolf had a fist full of his hair clasped firmly in his hand, the pain shooting through his scalp as he was jostled about, tears were forming in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks.
“That’s right,” Harlan said with a grin. “You’re mine and just to make sure you don’t forget it, you’re going to prove how much you love me.”
“Now?” Micha asked as his scalp was released but he remained on his knees, fear flooding him. “Here?” Harlan nodded.
The older of the two unbuttoned his jeans without even glancing back towards the clearing to check and see if someone was coming. With his large, flaccid cock in his hand, Harlan looked to Micha expectantly as he began to stroke himself.
“Do you not love me, Micha?” Harlan taunted him, pumping himself with agonising slowness, making himself hard.
“Of course I do,” Micha said, though his voice was filled with fear, looking up at his mate, pleading with him not to make him do this but knowing that it was unavoidable.
“Then you’ll do this for me, Micha,” Harlan said, continuing to stroke himself now that he was fully erect, his cock solid and throbbing. “Show me you love me.”
Tentatively Micha opened his mouth and leaned forward, his hands taking hold of Harlan’s hips in a vain attempt to stop him from thrusting into his mouth, almost choking him. His throat still felt raw from the last time that Harlan had forced his cock down his throat and Micha wasn’t keen to feel that again.
As he took the throbbing erection into his mouth Micha heard Harlan let out a deep growl of satisfaction, his fingers carding roughly through the younger wolf’s blond hair, urging him on. Micha hated it but he knew exactly how to end it, he knew exactly what his mate liked, just how to get him off so not to prolong the agony or the humiliation of the act.
Bringing one hand round, Micha began to play with the other man’s sac, tugging gently at it as he massaged the balls just the way Harlan liked it. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip that was already leaking with pre-cum, the taste making him want to vomit.
He needed to prove that he loved Harlan and if this was the way to do it then so be it, better this than the other option. Micha was just grateful that Harlan hadn’t insisted on fucking him again, not since that first night. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle that again, it was too soon and it still ached, though more with remembered pain than anything else.
Micha struggled to swallow as Harlan shot his load into the submissive wolf’s mouth, gasping out his pleasure as he forced his cock as far down his lover’s throat as he could, holding the submissive wolfs head so that Micha couldn’t get away from him.
“Such a good boy,” Harlan said with a sneer, removing himself from Micha’s mouth and replacing himself back inside his jeans. He loved the sight of swollen red lips, thoroughly abused and almost begging him to do it again. “You always know how to please me.”
Harlan cupped the other man’s cheek with one hand, stroking him with his thumb, Micha leaned into the embrace, knowing that he had done something right. His reward for that was this gesture of affection, it was times like this when he knew that Harlan loved him, he just wished that it didn’t hurt so much to give him what he wanted.
FGHP
A few days later, about a week before the full moon, Fenrir had called the entire pack to gather around the fire, Harlan and Micha included. The latter of the two kept his eyes downcast and his hand grasping Harlan’s. No one liked to see him like this, so subdued and broken. However they were not the reason that the Alpha had called them all to gather together. He had made his decision on Jenson’s suggestion.
Fenrir had Harry tucked under his arm as he addressed the wolves before him, meeting the eyes of each one in turn, all but Micha, who wouldn’t look up. Only Jenson didn’t look curious about what they were all doing there; he hadn’t even told Callie or Romy what was going on.
He held Harry close to him; it felt good to have his little mate so close to him, though just knowing where Harry was at any given moment and being happy in the knowledge that his little mate wasn’t getting himself into any trouble was enough for the Alpha. Harry seemed to have a unique ability to put himself into harm’s way and get hurt because of it.
“It was brought to my attention recently that it is probably time that the pups learn to fight,” Fenrir said, getting right to the point as always. He had never been a man to beat about the bush or, in fact, waste words when a simple non-coherent grunt would suffice. “Clayton and Romy, along with anyone else who would like to learn, or brush up on what they know, will train with Jenson and Damon, starting this afternoon.”
Harry turned to look at his mate, “What about me?” he asked, “I want to learn too.”
The Alpha shook his head, “I don’t think so, little one,” he said. “I don’t want you fighting.”
Harry narrowed his gaze to a glare, “I want to learn,” he said stubbornly.
“No” Fenrir barked, dismissing the others with a wave of his arm that wasn’t pinning his mate to his side. He didn’t want them to hear this, he had been expecting for Harry to kick up a fuss about being treated differently. Honestly Fenrir was expecting for his little mate to kick up a fuss about everything he didn’t like. He had heeded Damon’s warning that he should not expect Harry to start reacting well to certain things, because so far his Beta had been right.
“Why can’t I train with the others?” Harry demanded once the other pack members had shrunk away from the fire to give the Alpha pair some privacy. The only two that remained relatively close by were Micha and Harlan, but they went seemingly unnoticed by the bickering couple. “I’m not weak, you know.”
“You have me to protect you, you don’t need to learn,” Fenrir said stiffly, trying to explain to the unruly teenager the reasoning behind his decision making. It was a courtesy to do this for him simply because Harry was his mate. If any of the others had challenged him in such a way he would have shown them their place without hesitation.
“We won’t always be together, Fen, you can’t protect me all the time,” Harry said and at his mate’s words the Alpha wolf felt a rage that he had never known before. The mere thought that the two of them might not be together, that Harry was already considering leaving him, enraged him more than he liked to admit.
“Planning on leaving again? Fuck!” Fenrir snarled, he had thought that they were over this bullshit; he had thought that he and Harry were doing fine but apparently he was wrong, so very fucking wrong.
“What the hell, Fen!” Harry said, shocked at the aggressive tone his mate had taken with him and completely unsure where the question of his leaving had come from. “Where did that come from?” Harry was genuinely hurt that his mate, his Alpha, thought that he might be planning to run away again. He thought that he had made it very clear that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he wanted to be here with the Alpha.
“You said we won’t always be together!” Fenrir growled and Harry closed his eyes with a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief at the conclusions that Fenrir had jumped to so quickly. Harry hated that the Alpha had assumed the worst and not even considered if there might have been another meaning to his words.
“Do you plan on following me to Hogwarts, Fen?" he asked. "Are you going to take up residence there as a teacher? I’m pretty sure you can’t do that! You can’t protect me there, I’ll need to be able to protect myself!”
“Why do you think I want Clayton and Romy to learn?” Fenrir snapped, “They’ll protect you, it’s the reason they’re going!”
“I don’t want to have to be followed everywhere I go by bodyguards and protectors!" Harry told him, more than a little bit put out at the idea that Clay and Romy would be ordered to follow him around Hogwarts at all times, he loved them both, but that would drive him insane. "I can take care of myself, you just have to let me learn; please, Fen!”
“I don’t have to do anything,” Fenrir argued.
“Fine, you’re right, you don’t HAVE to do anything,” Harry conceded, “but if you want me to sleep with you and not Clay or any of the others tonight then you’re going to let me learn how to fight!”
That was enough for Fenrir, he wasn’t going to be given choices and ultimatums, especially not by his fifteen year old mate. He grabbed Harry rather forcefully, flung him over his shoulder and without saying a word, stormed off into the forest with him. None of the rest of the pack questioned this but could hear Harry demanding to be put down, all of them amused by the fact that he called their Alpha male, a man who deserved a lot of respect from all of them, a great big oaf as they disappeared into the forest.
Once they were far enough away from the clearing and prying eyes Fenrir deposited Harry back on his own two feet, however, he wasn’t stupid and ensured that he had his little mate pinned between his body and a tree, well aware that Harry was prone to retreating when he felt threatened. He wasn’t going to let Harry run off this time, they were going to finish their discussion or once.
“You’re mine,” Fenrir growled, “You won’t speak to me like that, do you understand?”
Harry pushed at the great big chest that was pinning him to the tree, glaring up into intense golden orbs. “You can’t bully me, I won’t end up like Micha if that’s what you’re after,” Harry said defiantly.
“Fuck!” Fenrir swore, taking a deep breath to stop himself from losing his temper. Not only was that bastard Harlan messing with Micha, now he was putting stupid ideas in Harry’s head too. “You think I want you like that?”
“You won’t let me learn to fight and defend myself,” Harry pointed out furiously. He didn’t think that Fenrir would treat him exactly like Harlan was treating Micha, but it didn’t make him wonder what was really expected from him as a submissive mate. “What am I meant to think?” he demanded.
“You’re meant to think that your mate is the Alpha of the pack,” Fenrir told him. “And that he will protect you with his life!”
“Yeah and look how well that worked out the last time,” Harry snapped at him, “You did almost die!”
“And I’d do it again if it meant you were safe!” Fenrir said in a dangerously quiet voice as he leaned his face down towards Harry’s.
“Well forgive me, Mr living-in-the-middle-ages,” Harry retorted, not intimidated by the large werewolf one bit; he knew that Fenrir wouldn’t hurt him, particularly not after the nails on his waist incident. “But I don’t want to be forced to live without you because you had to protect me. I’m not a little girl who needs a knight on a white horse.” Fenrir gave Harry a very odd look at this, not knowing what he was on about, but Harry just waved it away, “Never mind, just… I want to be able to defend myself so you don’t have to rush in and save me all the time.”
“I thought we discussed the nicknames, little one,” the Alpha said, torn between extremely frustrated and incredibly turned on my Harry’s feisty attitude, but now was not the time for such things and he had to focus on getting his little mate to understand that he would never have to fight, that he would always be protected.
“Suck it up, I’m pissed at you!” Harry said impatiently, not going to let Fenrir get him side-tracked; if Clay and Romy were allowed to learn to fight then he should be too.
Fenrir sighed, “You won’t change my mind on this, I don’t want you learning how to fight, it isn’t your place.”
“My place?” Harry queried with incredulity. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Harry…” Fenrir warned.
“No, don’t fucking ‘Harry’ me,” he shouted, it sure sounded like the Alpha was expecting him to turn into some little obedient submissive, like Micha had become. It made him sick to his stomach, as much as he had come to love Fenrir he wouldn’t sacrifice his own life and free will for him. “I’ll show you my place and it damn well won’t be with you, you overgrown oaf; now, let me go!”
“No,” Fenrir said simply. “Your place is at my side, it isn’t your job to fight,” he tried to explain; unable to understand why Harry was being so stubborn on the issue. “It’s my place to protect you, care for you as my submissive mate.”
“You won’t always be around to protect me,” Harry told him, trying to keep his calm, “and neither will Clayton or Romy,” he added before Fenrir could go down that road again. “Wizards don’t get werewolves and their screwed up logic; if I’m going to Hogwarts then I’m going to need to learn to defend myself.”
“I don’t want you fighting, little one,” Fenrir stated, as though it would settle the matter.
“I don’t care what you want or don’t want! Some days I want to be back at home with my Dad, my cage and my potions,” Harry ranted, words pouring out of his mouth quicker than he could process them; thoughts, he hadn’t even realised were there, revealing themselves. “But I’ve come to terms with the fact that that will never happened. So suck it up and deal because if you want me to sleep with you rather than anyone else tonight I’m going to be learning to fight with the others!”
There was no hiding Fenrir’s obvious arousal now; Harry had been wriggling and squirming valiantly in an attempt to get away, rubbing his body over the Alpha’s and as Fenrir pressed Harry further against the tree the teenager felt it pressing into him and let out a small gasp.
“When are you going to learn to just do as you’re told, little one?” Fenrir asked a definite hint of exasperated amusement in his tone now.
“When are you going to learn that being Alpha bossy boots with me isn’t going to work?” Their words were no longer angered or raised as Harry began to grow hard in response to Fenrir, who was rubbing against his little mate causing the most wonderful friction between their erections.
“I will teach you a few things myself, no fighting with the others,” Fenrir compromised. “And you will be sleeping with me tonight,” the Alpha insisted. “And in future, no more ultimatums or I’ll take you over my knee, little one. Understand?”
Harry gasped at the thought of being taken across the Alpha’s knee and was surprised at how much the idea turned him on, he was aching to be touched by his mate and was suddenly frustrated by the amount of clothes between them. Wrapping his arms around the Alpha’s neck he leant up for a kiss, Fenrir obliged, smashing their lips together, all teeth and tongue, the older of the two picking Harry up so that he could encircle the Alpha’s waist with his legs.
Fenrir felt like a man possessed, having Harry’s ferocious attitude focused on something so pleasurable for once was a change of pace that he definitely approved of. The little whines for more and demanding noises that Harry was making were almost completely lost in their unbroken kiss.
He leaned forward enough to press his little mate’s back against the bark of the tree, an arm hooked under his legs, hands on Harry’s arse to hold him in place as they writhed against each other. His head felt fuzzy with the intensity of the moment, though he realised later that might have had something to do with the lack of air he was breathing.
Harry tipped his head back, gasping for breath, and exposed his slender neck in the process and Fenrir couldn’t help but nip at the skin teasingly with his teeth. As he pressed a kiss there he could feel how fast Harry’s pulse was beating and he couldn’t repress the urge to mark this perfect creature in his arms as his own, as stubborn and as headstrong as the little one was. With gentle nips, a little teasing of the skin and a small amount of suction, he could see the beautiful little mark forming.
For a terrible split second he thought he might have hurt Harry, from the cries that were coming from his throat, but it was clear that it was sounds of complete joy, want and need, and as he pulled back to see what expression was on Harry’s face he heard a little whine of disapproval.
“You want more, little one?” he asked, his voice gruff and husky, practically radiating his desire.
“Yes…” Harry said breathlessly, “yes, damn, fuck, yes, fuck, bollocks… gah,” he ranted leaning his head forward against Fenrir’s chest, “yes, but no…”
Fenrir chuckled. “Make up your mind, little one,” he said as he ground himself against his mate’s straining erection.
“I want to…”
“But…”
“I’ve never… I’m a…”
Fenrir snorted, “I should hope so too, you’re fifteen!”
Harry flushed, biting his bottom lip nervously, his breathing still ragged, his erection throbbing for attention and he could feel that his mate's was the same, pressed against him. He never wanted this to stop, he didn’t want to ruin the moment, he wanted nothing more than to keep kissing his mate so that was exactly what he did. He pressed his lips against that of his Alpha and at once Fenrir reciprocated, more than content to continue, none of the passion or the intensity had been lost in Harry’s hesitation but Fenrir understood that he just wasn’t ready.
The decision to go no further than rutting against each other like hormonal teenagers had done nothing to lessen either of their erections and, when they resumed kissing, Harry had gone right back to writhing against him. Fenrir certainly wasn’t complaining one bit.
The almost innocent frotting was kind of endearing in the Alpha’s mind, and Harry was making some beautiful sounds that were almost worth the experience in their own right. Their movements were erratic but wonderful as they pressed against each other, the stimulation fierce and powerful after having waited for so long to feel his little mate with him like this.
Harry had often wondered what the fuss was about, he had heard the, often ridiculous, tales that Clayton had told him about his exploits with girls and of course he had touched himself, but it all paled in significance by comparison to the myriad of sensations and feelings that threatened to overwhelm him in that moment. Feeling Fenrir’s tongue as it clashed deliciously with his own, his mate’s hands wandering over his body; being able to sink his fingers into the dark blonde hair and pull as he felt teeth nip at his neck. They both seemed lost in the sensations of each other.
And it was building, like a pressure that was growing inevitably, and neither of them could have stopped, not that they had even the slightest inclination to. Their hearts were beating rapidly as they kissed, groaning and thrusting, somehow finding enough rhythm to move together as their climaxes built.
Harry could feel his climax building inside of him, he had never felt anything as intense before, not even when he had brought himself to orgasm. This feeling was entirely unique to him and Fenrir; like all the declarations the Alpha had made, that they belonged together, suddenly made sense. He threw his head back, gasping for air as the tight coil in his belly wound tighter, he was ready to explode as the Alpha suckled at his ear lobe, teasing the sensitive skin with his tongue.
“Now, Harry,” Fenrir whispered in his ear.
Harry wasn’t sure if it was the dominance, the rare use of his name or the gravelly tone, but his body obeyed without giving him a moment to fight it. He cried out as warmth spread in his boxers, a damp patch showing through the denim of his jeans. He was certain that he had never come so hard in his life as his body continued to shudder even as his orgasm began to fade.
He felt momentarily embarrassed that he had come in his trousers, like a schoolboy, before he realised that Fenrir had too. It was one thing for it to happen to him, but he definitely felt more than a little smug that he had made the Alpha come in his trousers like some teenager while barely touching him at all.
“Wow,” Harry gasped, nuzzling into his mate’s neck, trying to catch his breath again but struggling as his heart pounded violently against his chest.
His fingers were still clasped tightly in Fenrir’s hair and he never wanted to let go. The musky scent of man was surrounding him, the blatant odour of sex and the aftershocks of his orgasm, which were still sending tremors through his body, almost made Harry regret not taking it further than a brief, but wonderful, fumble against a tree.
“I can’t wait to come inside you, little one,” Fenrir growled seductively. He gave his mate’s ear a little nip, the skin, already sensitive from previous rather pleasant assaults and licked at the love bite on his neck; well and truly marked. Harry had been claimed as his and Fenrir’s wolf was currently puffed up with pride at having such a beautiful creature to call his own.
The Alpha’s words made Harry’s head swim and he found himself looking forward to when Fenrir made good on them. He thought of the eep-worthy package that was currently contained in the Alpha’s trousers and Harry swallowed, hard. The thought of it making his stomach twist and tingle. He wasn’t sure that it would even fit inside of him, in any part of him. However as he remained pinned between the hard body of the Alpha and the rough bark of the tree he found that, despite being a little apprehensive and slightly scared, a part of him wanted it.
Suddenly the moment between them was ruined as Harry leaned forward, wanting to claim a kiss from his mate. Fenrir tensed and Harry withdrew looking to him with concern as he was lowered to the ground.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as Fenrir ensured that he was on his own two feet and able to stand unaided before turning the teenager around, pushing up his jumper and letting out a low, hostile growl.
“I’ve hurt you again!” he snarled, furious with himself for getting so carried away and not realising before.
Harry twisted around at once, predicting the Alpha to go cold and distant with him again and knowing that it might well destroy him if he did, not after what they had shared. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it if Fenrir rejected him again.
“Don’t you dare,” Harry said, getting a firm grip on the Alpha’s arms to make sure he didn’t try to turn away or leave. “Don’t ruin this!”
“I already ruined it!” Fenrir snarled, furious at himself.
“No, you didn’t, Fen…” Harry tried to insist.
“How can you want to be with me when I keep hurting you?”
“Because you don’t,” Harry said pointedly.
Fenrir took a step away from him but Harry was still filled with determination and adrenaline from their argument turned frotting session and he wasn’t having any of it. The teenager took two steps forward and wrapped himself around the larger man as best as he could manage, holding him tightly. He wasn’t about to let go and allow the large man to walk away, not again, not after that.
“We should get back,” Fenrir said, not entirely sure what to do with the young pup that had latched himself on to him.
“No,” Harry said defiantly. “We’re not going anywhere!”
“Little one…”
“You think I’m going to let you go off in a sulk and ignore me for the rest of the day, only to assume I’m going to crawl back to you this evening?” Harry asked, maintain his hold on the Alpha. “Not happening,” he insisted stubbornly.
Fenrir sighed, he was certainly going to have his hands full with his little mate, but he wouldn’t alter that for the world. “I don’t want to hurt you, little one,” the Alpha said seriously.
“And you don’t, even if I could have felt the cuts on my back do you think I would have cared?” Harry asked with a sly smile. “That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had and granted I don’t have a lot of experience but I can safely say it was pretty damn awesome.”
Fenrir snorted in amusement, looking down at his mate with a mixture of shock and admiration. “It’s the reason I didn’t want you learning to fight,” the Alpha admitted.
“You didn’t want me to fight because you were going to give me the best orgasm of my life?” Harry asked, completely baffled by the Alpha’s train of thought.
Fenrir glared, “No, little one, I didn’t want you learning to fight because you can’t feel pain, you wouldn’t know when you were injured and needed to stop. Pain is a natural way our bodies tell us something isn’t right and you don’t have that.”
“I don’t need it, I’ve got you to look after me remember,” Harry said with a smile. “But I’ll still learn to fight, with you of course, as per your condition.”
“Come on, my sweet little one,” Fenrir said with a defeated sigh, realising that he wasn’t going to win any arguments with his mate right now. The Alpha scooped Harry up into his arms and began to carry him.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked without complaint, curling his arms around the Alpha’s neck and snuggling into him.
“The stream,” Fenrir told him, “we both need to clean up a bit.” The thought sent a chill down Harry’s spine, the idea of the two of them in the stream together seemed extremely erotic to him. His cock twitched in interest as he played it over in his mind. “Keep that look on your face, little one, and we won’t be doing much in the way of cleaning up.”
Harry’s cheeks heated at being caught daydreaming about the Alpha naked, Fenrir just chuckled and placed a kiss upon the top of his mate’s head. Stubborn, argumentative, headstrong and a pain in the arse he might be but Fenrir wouldn’t change a single thing about his little mate.
FGHP
Romy watched, like the rest of the pack, as Harry was carried off by the Alpha. Somehow the boy just always knew which buttons to push and it was certainly amusing, at least when they weren’t properly arguing. But her mind was still on the promised training and her gaze turned back towards her adoptive father, who was smiling at her fondly.
“Was it your idea?” Romy asked, as she made her way over to him.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, young lady,” he said, but his smile told her everything she needed to know.
She loved how he protected her, even in the moments when she found it somewhat stifling. She had honestly been surprised that he had agreed for her to go to Hogwarts at all, even if it was on the Alpha’s request, but both of them would be a lot more comfortable once they knew she was fully able to fight back.
“Thanks, Dad,” she whispered, leaning into his side.
“No problem, kiddo,” he replied as he lay a large arm over her shoulders. “Just don’t go using these new skills as an excuse to find trouble,” he teased. Jenson knew his daughter well, and the one thing she wasn’t was a trouble seeker, unlike someone else he knew.
“Dad,” she said, shaking her head at his ridiculousness, “who do you think I am? Clayton?”
“Thank goodness, no,” he replied with a chuckle. “I have no idea how Damon has any hair left, I would have pulled all mine out long before now.”
Romy giggled, she was with her Dad on that one; she found both Harry and Clay so stupid sometimes, with all their pranks. Micha too, at least before that weird Harlan guy showed up.
“I think Harry might be giving Clayton a run for his money though,” she said with amusement.
“They do both have a talent for causing trouble,” Jenson said in agreement, placing an arm around his little girl and holding her close, glad that she wasn’t anything like the other two pups. “What you reading at the moment, kiddo?” Jenson asked, motioning to the large, brick like book in her hand.
“Oh… Lukas lent it to me, Theories of Tran Substantial Transfiguration. It’s great, I love it,” Romy said beaming; if there was anything that she loved to talk about then it was books and Jenson loved to listen to her too. Romy had always been quiet and reserved, so unlike the others in the pack, though after everything she had suffered through and survived it was no surprise.
Jenson may not have understood everything she said as she began to explain in graphic detail the ins and outs of each chapter of the book but he loved to hear the passion in her voice.
“You’re going to love Hogwarts,” Jenson said and it was in those words that she knew why he had allowed her to go.
“Did you go there, Dad?” she asked curiously. He never really talked about his childhood and she was curious.
“No, I wish I had though,” he said with a smile. “I’ve heard enough about it. See if you can ask Lukas for a copy of Hogwarts: A History, it’ll tell you all about the school.”
“Really? That’s a great idea,” she said, her eyes full of excitement as she glanced over at where Lukas was sitting talking quietly with her mother.
“You can go ask him now, if you like?” he told her, amused and delighted by her enthusiasm.
How she had so much life in her after everything she had been through, he didn’t know, but he was glad for it. There was a light in her that shone brightly,; he had no idea where she found her strength but he praised whichever deity that listened to a werewolf like him, that she had it. He had no idea what he would have done without her.
“Thanks, Dad,” she said, pulling on his arm to get him to lean down so that she could place a kiss on his cheek.
“For you, kiddo, anytime,” he said with affection, as he watched her skip off towards Lukas who was still talking to Callie. It seemed to be about tea, wasn’t it always, as he was getting her to take a sip from his cup. Lukas it seemed wasn’t going to be satisfied until he had converted the entire pack off coffee and onto tea and then forced them all to learn to distinguish each brew by sight and smell.
Jenson watched the three of them fondly as they laughed together. Clayton was talking to his Dad, clearly eager to start learning to fight but none of them were sure if they should start without Harry and Fenrir being present, though no one knew how long they’d be gone. The only problem was Micha, the poor broken boy was curled up under a tree on the opposite side of the clearing to the rest of the pack.
Jenson had never been Micha’s biggest fan, not with how immature and childlike he had insisted on being, but worry grew in the pit of his stomach with the way he was now. Hatred towards Harlan for taking the life and fun from Micha bubbled just beneath his skin. He wouldn’t have anyone treating his pack brothers in that way.
The full moon was approaching in a few days. As humans they couldn’t do anything against this intrusive newcomer who was causing so much discontent amongst the pack but as wolves they would be able to challenge him, to fight him. The only problem was that the pups would be there and the way that Harry had been the previous two full moons he didn’t hold out much hope for them to be able to take him on; but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t try, their wolves wouldn’t be able to resist. Harlan had royally pissed them all off and he had hurt one of their pack brothers, they were going to tear him apart given half the chance.
FGHP
The day of the full moon and the pack and the clearing was charged with electricity almost, the magic filling the air with the anticipation of the coming night. Fenrir was confident that now Harry had been away from the potion for a full month that it might have improved things for them all. However it was not going to be an easy full moon, not with Harlan still with them and the rest of the pack baying for his blood.
It was now nearing the end of November and despite their wards and spells the nights were not getting any warmer. Full moons were always a problem in the winter as they shifted back to their human forms while they slept, leaving them naked and bare to the elements. Usually they would keep warm by all huddling together but he doubted that Harlan would be welcomed in the puppy pile, which meant that he and Micha would be left out in the cold.
The others hadn’t even seemed to consider this at all. Clayton, Romy and Harry were all overjoyed from their past few days where they had been taught the basics on how to defend themselves and fight off an attacker. They were currently practicing on each other, Harry and Clay getting rather into their play fight, which was highly supervised by the Alpha male, who watched on with heavy disapproval.
Lukas, as always before the full moon, had been carefully putting his books in his trunk so no overzealous wolf got their teeth into his precious literature. Jenson and Callie were spending the day enjoying some alone time before the coming moon while Damon helped the Alpha watch over the pups.
Fenrir was keeping a close eye on his mate and his energetic activities with the other pup, Damon too busy brooding into the fire to do his job of watching over them properly. The Alpha would have preferred to watch his mate himself but Damon was in no fit state to keep an eye on Micha and Harlan, who were becoming less and less like part of the pack with each passing day. Fenrir worried that they might just leave together, break off and form a new pack. It was the only way to go if you didn’t want to challenge the Alpha of your current pack.
The Alpha was surprised that they remained with the pack, though he was glad that he could still keep an eye on Micha. Fenrir felt rather protective of him. He remembered when the young wolf had been found, beaten and close to death and yet he had still been full of joy and happiness regardless. Soon after he had been accepted into the pack he had even taken Fenrir’s last name, his own pack not having had one. Micha had confessed to always feeling odd not having a surname so the Alpha had granted him permission to use his.
Fenrir was taken by surprise when his little mate came bounding up to him and threw his arms around him, standing on his tip-toes and kissing him. “Someone’s happy,” the Alpha commented, smiling at Harry who was grinning like a mad-man.
“I am, I just beat Clay,” Harry said, beaming with pride. The Alpha didn’t have the heart to tell his mate that Clay had probably let him win. Harry was second only to Fenrir in the pack hierarchy and whether they were only play fighting, or not, Clay couldn’t be seen as attempting to take Harry’s position as the Alpha’s mate. “You still worried about Micha?” Harry asked, noting the concern on his mate's face.
Fenrir nodded, “Harlan’s left him on his own for once, I’m going to go and talk to him,” the Alpha said but as he moved off to go and do just that, Harry stopped him.
“Can I go?” Harry asked, “I mean, no offense, but you’re a little scary and I don’t think that big, bad, scary Alpha is what Micha needs right now.”
Fenrir raised an amused eyebrow at this, looking at his little mate with something akin to amusement. “Big, bad, scary Alpha?” he questioned. It would never cease to amaze him how cheeky Harry was with his teasing and name calling. He was the only werewolf Fenrir had ever encountered to be so brazen, especially towards an Alpha.
“Yep, you’re bloody terrifying on occasion and a little grumpy always,” Harry said cheekily. “So can I go?”
Taking hold of Harry by the waist and making the younger wolf yelp in surprise, he pulled him close to his large body, kissing him deeply. “Fine, you go and talk to him but I’m not grumpy,” Fenrir growled out.
“Then tomorrow morning no coffee for you grumpy boots, and then we’ll see,” Harry said placing a soft kiss on the tip of Fenrir’s nose, an action that he hadn’t been expecting. He loved how soft and affectionate the pup could be towards him. It was part of what made their disagreements and arguments so worthwhile.
The Alpha gave his mate a light, fleeting slap across the arse as the teenager made his escape. Harry grinned to himself as he headed towards Micha, who was cowering at the base of the tree looking... well, frankly, he looked terrified. Thankfully, however, Harlan was nowhere in sight, wherever he had disappeared off too it didn’t appear to be anywhere close by. Not that Harry cared much, he was feeling elated after beating Clay in their fight and felt as if he could have taken on the world.
Without asking or, in fact, saying anything Harry flopped down next to Micha and smiled at him. The other wolf barely acknowledged that he was there at all, which wasn’t like him at all.
“Where’s lover boy?” Harry asked him.
“He told me to stay here and he left,” Micha mumbled softly, as if he were afraid to even speak too loudly.
“Did he also tell you to whisper to everyone?” Harry asked in amusement, not realising just how close to the truth he was.
Micha shook his head, “I’m not meant to…”
“Not meant to talk to people?” Harry asked, with a look of disgust on his face as he realised the truth. “Micha, that’s ridiculous, we’re your family! We love you.”
“Harlan loves me,” Micha responded sounding pathetic but finally turning to look at Harry, a deep sadness in the gorgeous deep purple eyes, which Harry had always admired. He wasn’t sure exactly how someone came to have naturally purple eyes the shade of amethyst but there was no doubt that they were beautiful.
“I’m sure he does,” Harry said, not wanting to even attempt to destroy the illusion that he had created for himself with Harlan. That would have to be done over time and only once Harlan was out of their lives. He watched as Micha’s eyes swept over him, lingering on his neck where the Alpha’s love bites still remained, a look of terror dawning on his face.
Micha was horrified at the sight of the marks that Harry was so proud of and showed off as best he could while still wearing enough layers to remain warm. Micha just couldn’t imagine the large, brutish Alpha male doing the things to Harry that Harlan did to him. He didn’t want to see the little pup hurt like that.
“Don’t let him hurt you, Harry, please,” Micha pleaded with desperation. Tentatively, with a trembling hand, Micha reached up to lightly touch the love bites upon Harry’s skin. The teenager gave the other wolf a look of confusion as he reached up almost instinctively to see what he meant.
“It didn’t hurt Micha, Fenrir would never hurt me,” Harry said, remembering all too clearly how he had reacted to the tiny nail marks on his waist and the cuts from the tree on his back.
Fenrir had spent the better part of an hour ensuring that they were clean and healing, washing every inch of him before he was satisfied. Despite their arousal and growing erections the Alpha had then proceeded to dress them both and made no sexual advancement at all. He had in fact, in Harry’s mind at least, been a perfect gentleman, which was not something that you’d think of often when looking at Fenrir Greyback.
“He will,” Micha whispered. “It always hurts.”
“Micha…” Harry said, his heart breaking at how tired and in pain his pack brother sounded, he just wanted to hold him and make the pain go away. “Is Harlan hurting you?”
“You have to go, before he comes back,” Micha pleaded desperately. “Please, Harry, I’m fine.”
“You aren’t fine, Micha, please let me help you!” Harry said, trying to reach out to Micha, to touch him but he scuttled back away from the young pup.
“Don’t…” Micha pleaded with tears welling in his eyes. “Just leave, before he comes back… please.”
“Okay,” Harry said defeated, knowing that there was nothing more that he could do. “I’ll go but we all love you, Micha, we want to help you, you just have to want us to.”
With those parting words Harry stood to leave, though it broke his heart to do it. He could see as plain as day just how hurt Micha was and he knew that Harlan was messing with his head. Harry just couldn’t believe that Micha, who had always been so strong willed and full of life and love, could believe that the monster controlling him actually cared for him.
“What did he say?” Fenrir asked as Harry approached him, however the young pup had no words for his Alpha, instead he just cuddled into his chest, needing the comfort. Large arms wrapped around him and just held him, giving Harry everything that he needed.
“It’s bad,” he murmured into his mate as he fought back the urge to cry for Micha. He hoped that he never ended up like that, Micha had lost himself completely and if anything, seeing him like that only made Harry more determined to remain true to himself.
FGHP
Micha watched with a sadness as Harry retreated back to the others, he hated being left on his own but Harlan had needed space. He was almost glad of the rest bite from his mate, he just wished that he could have gone over and joined the others but Harlan had made it perfectly clear that he was to remain where he was and not talk to anyone.
He saw how Fenrir held Harry, how passionately they kissed one another and Micha found that he was jealous. Harlan was never that intensely passionate with him. He couldn’t understand what he was doing wrong, he did everything that he was told and he never complained. Harry was rebellious and cheeky and rarely did as he was told, Micha just didn’t understand.
Curling up on to himself, so that he was small as possible, he waited for Harlan to return. Micha was determined that he would be better for his mate, stronger. He would make Harlan proud and get him to kiss him the way Fenrir kissed Harry. He could see how much the Alpha pair cared for one another in their looks of longing, all he saw was lust when he looked to Harlan, intense and powerful but it wasn’t what he craved.
FGHP
Darkness took over the clearing swiftly and steadily, the winter months meaning the night took hold earlier. The tone of excitement that normally filled the territory on the full moon was absent tonight, one of anxiety had settled throughout the clearing instead as the full moon approached. None of them knew what the outcome of the evening would be what with the strays still lurking around and Harlan in their midst.
Fenrir was keeping Harry very close to him, despite their lessons on how to fend off attackers the Alpha was taking no chances. He had already instructed his pack to stay close and not to venture too far out from the clearing. He didn’t want to risk putting them in unnecessary danger. As humans they had some element of control but as wolves their basic instincts took over, though they had some element of control it wasn’t nearly enough that if the pack was threatened they wouldn’t lose that control and just attack.
As dusk settled the pack began to prepare for the change. Fenrir took Harry in his arms and kissed him deeply, stopping the teenager from shedding his clothing. The two of them were stood apart from the others, the Alpha wanting to enjoy this moment. His large hands ran up Harry’s back, sliding beneath his jumper.
“Fen…” Harry whispered, letting out a gasp of surprised at the sudden skin to skin contact.
“Hush, little one,” the older wolf said, “let me take of care of you.” Harry nodded hesitantly as the Alpha pulled his jumper up and over his head. The cold night air rushed to greet him causing his nipples to stiffen and goose pimples to sprout across his hairless chest as he shivered.
The older man drew his mate in close to him, sharing his warmth. Harry slid his hands up the board chest of the Alpha, through the soft curls of blonde hair that covered the expanse of muscle. He hooked his fingers beneath the leather of the old coat, smiling at the fond memory of when it had been turned electric pink, before sliding it off the larger man’s shoulders. Harry had to stand on his tiptoes to manage the task before the article of clothing was discarded.
Individually they kicked off their shoes, the cold grass beneath their feet taking some getting used to. They barely even took a step back from one another, never losing the contact between them. They only had eyes for each other as the Alpha reached for the waistband of Harry’s jeans. He popped the button free and delighted in the sharp intake of breath from the teenager as the older of the two men slid his hands into the material to grasp at slim hips, pulling his mate into him. He relished in the erection that he could feel rubbing against him, his own growing as he inhaled his little mate’s delicious scent.
Leaning down he devoured Harry’s lips in a deep and passionate kiss, the hands of the Alpha pushing around and into his mate's jeans where they pushed the fabric out of the way to grasp at his firm behind, making the teen moan into the kiss they shared. Fenrir released Harry’s lips and kissed along his jaw as he pushed his little mate’s trousers down enough that they crumpled to the floor around his ankles. Harry bit at his bottom lip nervously, his stomach tying in knots. His hands were trembling as he reached for the waistband of the Alpha’s trousers with the aim of removing them. Harry found however that his fingers shook so much that it was too difficult to manage.
Fenrir quickly took Harry’s hands within his own, halting him, “Calm, little one,” he murmured, “take your time.”
Nodding, Harry took a deep breath trying to steady his hands and his nerves. The Alpha kept his hands over Harry’s smaller ones, and helped him slide the button free with a tiny popping sound. His little mate looked up and met his eyes with intensity and the Alpha was unable to resist the urge to push his hips forward, brushing his slightly freed erection against their join hands. He had expected many reactions but a nervous giggle was not exactly one of them and he raised an eyebrow in question as Harry blushed beautifully and tried to pull his hands away.
“Don’t run from me, little one,” Fenrir said and if Harry didn’t know better he might have believed there was a undertone of pleading there, almost as if he might be scared but Harry knew that the Alpha couldn’t be, he was too strong for an emotion like that.
His reaction felt stupid given what they had done against the tree, but now there was so much exposed skin and they would be completely naked soon. But Fenrir would never do anything Harry didn’t want him to, and that thought gave him the courage to reach forward, towards his larger mate, and finish undoing his trousers.
His tongue darted out and licked at his lip before he could stop it and he knew, from the deep chuckle he heard, that the action had not been missed; but he kept himself focused on the task at hand. He felt so small in comparison as he slid his fingers under the fabric and slid the huge pair of jeans down over heavily muscled thighs.
But before Harry could have another ‘eep’ moment at the display before him, his lips were seized into a passionate kiss once more. Fenrir was proud of his little mate; he knew how innocent Harry was and he had seen first-hand how nervous the intimacy made him, and yet Harry had permitted them to undress each other.
He was sure that at any moment Harry was going to realise their state of undress and start hiding again, but what he didn’t expect was for Harry to step out of the clothes at his feet towards him. Fenrir groaned happily, into their kiss, as his slender mate pressed them together, skin to skin.
Harry’s heart was hammering out of control in his chest but he wanted to push his limits. He knew they didn’t have time before the change to do anything that he wouldn’t be comfortable with and that, in itself, was a comfort to him and gave him the courage to go further than they had before. Besides he didn’t exactly mind being pressed against the large, impressive body of the Alpha male and it covered himself from the rest of the pack too. He didn’t want anyone other than Fenrir to see him.
“I’m scared,” Harry admitted, thinking of the coming change; he didn’t want to go through the same pain that he had experienced the last time. He could already feel the throbbing in his temples that marked the start of the transformation from human to wolf. It was almost time.
“I’ll be with you,” Fenrir said, having every intention of not leaving his mate’s side, not even when they had completed the transition. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he too was scared; scared that Harry’s transformation would be as terrible as the previous one had been, that even without the potion causing problems, something would still be wrong.
Fenrir had confidence in his Beta, and in Jenson too, that they would ensure the safety of the rest of the pack and alert him if there were any problems. However he had to give his entire attention and focus to Harry, who might have been close to breaking down, considering how sharp and uneven his breathing was becoming as the seconds ticked by getting closer to the moment that they would change.
A tingling sensation shot up Harry’s spine taking him by surprise, he grasped firmly onto the large biceps of the Alpha wolf to steady himself, knowing that soon he would have to let go and fall to the ground. He didn’t want to have to let go, he didn’t want to go through this at all.
“Breathe, little one,” Fenrir whispered softly, starving off his own change so he could help his mate through first, his own discomfort meaning very little to him. He just wanted to ensure that Harry was okay before he could let his body take its natural course and start the change.
Nodding, Harry followed the instruction, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm down as panic raged through him. He had never known pain like this, though he had never known pain before coming to the pack. The potion that his Dad had given him had always prevented him from feeling any. The two of them fell to the cold earth together, still wrapped around each other. Fenrir wasn’t going to release his hold on his mate until he had no other option left.
The tingling sensation spread from his spine through his limbs, it hurt more than he remembered from his childhood but certainly less than what he remembered from the previous full moon. Apparently the potion had had more of an effect on him than he had realised. He hadn’t taken it in an entire month and he was beginning to find that without it the pain wasn’t that bad.
The tingling transformed into a slight burning sensation but it was nothing close to how he had felt before, which had almost been as if he had been being flayed alive. This was nowhere near as bad as that. The magic was bubbling beneath his skin and he knew that if he didn’t move away from Fenrir then he wouldn’t be able to shift his body accordingly in anticipation of the change. He needed physical space now to complete the transformation.
As Harry rolled away from him the Alpha wolf seemed satisfied that his little mate was going to be okay and allowed his own change to take over, forcing it through faster than was natural but he was already behind the others. Being the leader of the pack certainly had its advantages. Even as his body pulsed and shifted, his muscles tightening, stretching and knotting painfully he didn’t take his eyes off Harry. Black fur sprouted across the teenager’s naked body, covering him completely. He felt his entire body convulsing as his own light blonde fur erupted over him, completing the transformation.
Without giving himself even a moment to recover from the rushed change from human to wolf, Fenrir was on his paws and padding gently over to where Harry was curled on the floor, whimpering a little from the transformation. It was the first time, since Harry had accepted him as his mate, that they had been in their wolf forms and the Alpha felt a protective surge towards the younger werewolf, bowing down his head to nudge gently at his mate, almost asking if he were okay.
Harry lifted his head up and licked affectionately at his Alpha’s muzzle, nuzzling into him to show him that he was alright, though he didn’t attempt to get up. Fenrir nuzzled him right back, pleased to see his little mate so alert and pain free, even if he wasn’t on his feet or showing any inclination to get up from the ground.
A dark brown furred wolf, with even darker brown eyes that they both easily recognised as Clayton, approached them before any of the others. He butted his nose against Harry’s shoulder to try and encourage him to his feet; Harry turned his head to glare at his best friend and was met with a gaze which he could read as easily as Clay’s human eyes.
Clayton could see that Harry was in less pain this month and so he was determined that he was finally going to get the full moon he had always dreamed of; he wanted to bound around and play with his best friend, and so he tried to tell Harry to get his lazy arse up, as best he could using his eyes and as many encouraging nudges as he could.
Harry, however, didn’t move, not even when the Alpha started to nudge him in encouragement from his other side. Fenrir, however, wasn’t going to have another month with them lying around; he wanted to run and to hunt with his pack. Now that it was clear that Harry was doing better, there was no reason to deny himself this and allow the others to have all the fun. He heaved himself up and moved around his little mate, determined to get him on his four paws too. Under Harry’s watchful gaze the Alpha nudged him on the bum to try to get him moving.
This just earned him a small, irritated growl as Harry stubbornly snuggled himself down onto the ground even more, resting his head between his two front paws and closing his eyes. Another, rougher bump to his hind quarters had Harry turning to glare at the Alpha wolf.
Clay tipped his head curiously, giving a soft whine of disappointment, as his friend turned back around to look up at him.It was the pleading and slightly disappointed expression in Clay’s eyes that got Harry to finally and reluctantly get up despite how tired and drained he felt.
His movements were stiff and he took great care as he stretched out his leg muscles which he had never really used much in wolf form before, previously having always been under the effects of the Wolfsbane potion and locked in his silver cage in the basement of their home. He was still not completely pain free, and the others could clearly see that, but they were just pleased to see him push himself up on four paws, an achievement he hadn’t managed since arriving in the territory.
Clay was practically bouncing around him in circles with excitement, it was as if all his birthdays and Christmases had come early. He butted his head against the side of Harry’s and licked the side of his face affectionately; Harry snarled at the slightly weird gesture and glared at his friend but it was obvious that Clay was just excited.
Harry snorted in amusement as Clayton began to chase his own tail to cheer Harry up, a gesture that certainly worked and helped to amuse the rest of the pack too. It was quite a sight to behold to see the large wolf charge aimlessly around in circles as he chased his rather fluffy tail.
Fenrir came back around to nuzzle against him again, pleased to see his little mate at least up and off the ground, though it took him to bury his nose against Harry’s belly and nudge him a few times before he would move at all. But move he did; he took a few tentative steps on shaky legs, almost like a pup taking his first ever steps into the world, watched by most of the pack.
The only wolves who weren’t enraptured by Harry’s progress in wolf form were Harlan and Micha; the two of them were across the clearing, where Harlan had wasted no time ensuring that Micha’s wolf submitted to him as completely as the submissive had in human form. Micha’s blond fur was stained red at his neck, where Harlan had bit down firmly to put a stop to the moment of resistance and rebellion that the transformation had inspired in Micha.
He let out a small whimper of discomfort from where he lay on the ground, but was quickly silenced by a warning snarled from his dominant mate, who towered over him. Harlan was no fool, he knew how dangerous the full moon would be for him now the pack so clearly wanted him gone; their wolves would leave them all with less control and Micha was his only line of defence should they decided they wanted to tear him limb from limb.
If Micha showed that he was willing to stand aside and allow him to be killed then Harlan wouldn’t stand a chance. He was a strong wolf but he wouldn’t be able to take on the entire pack solo if they decided to attack him. His best bet was to play nice and just tag along behind the rest of them, keeping his head down and more importantly keeping Micha in line.
Fenrir, from his place beside a still slightly shaky Harry, watched Harlan who had transformed into a brown furred wolf, though it was a lighter brown than Clay. He hadn’t seen the blood be spilt but he could smell it and he knew that it was Micha’s. It was a scent he had become familiar with after the younger wolf had arrived with them battered and bruised from a Deatheater attack. It also wasn’t something he appreciated smelling as there had been no need for any blood to be spilt, at least not yet.
Unhappy that even after warning Harlan very clearly that he was not to injure Micha again he had done just that, Fenrir padded over to them. He didn’t need to instruct the others to remain with Harry, most of them did anyway, knowing that would be what he wanted. Damon however fell into line beside the Alpha, which was his place as Beta.
As they drew closer it was clear to see that Micha’s blonde fur was matted with blood around the neck. Damon let out a low snarl at the sight and smell, clearly angered by it. Fenrir however shot him a warning look. As wolves they may not have been able to communicate with words but they understood each other without them easily enough. Damon knew that his Alpha meant for him not to interfere, at least not yet.
Micha looked nervously between his mate and his Alpha from where he cowered on the floor, his ears pinned back on his head. Harlan snarled at the approaching wolves in warning. He didn’t want to fight them, it was the last thing he wanted but he wasn’t about to lose his life here, certainly not for Micha’s sake, the submissive was still just a tool to get what he wanted, after all. He would rather kill Micha than die for him. If they attacked him that would be exactly what he would do, something that would hopefully give him the opportunity to get away with his life.
Noting that Harlan didn’t seem to want to fight, Fenrir and Damon began an attempt to usher Micha away from him but he wasn’t having any of it. The submissive wouldn’t be separated from his mate, he wouldn’t even be forced to stand. He stubbornly remained on the ground, trying to make himself as small as possible, not looking at any of them, keeping his eyes lowered to the ground.
Harlan growled warning at the Alpha and Beta wolves again, as he moved around and nudged Micha up onto his paws. The submissive obeyed, pressing himself into Harlan’s side as he did so, his eyes still lowered to the ground. They could try to hunt alone, but it would be unwise and so Harlan was going to have to play his part well if he wanted to eat.
The balance between letting Micha join in with the rest of the pack whilst also maintaining complete control of him could be tricky. Harlan, however, was pleased to see that Micha’s spirit was more broken than he dared hope. The young submissive leant into him and shied away from the others even when they encouraged him to join them.
He felt rather smug at just how much Micha was relying on him. He couldn’t have even suspected that he had done such a number on the boy but he was so pleased with himself at the sight of the cowering, pathetic creature who leaned into him now. It gave him a sadistic kick that he had done so much damage to the boy mentally, even if he couldn’t hurt him physically.
Fenrir snarled his disapproval; Micha was obeying his mate over his Alpha and Harlan was being as defiant about it as ever. At least they seemed to be willing to hunt with them, though the Alpha wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not yet.His instincts wanted to let Harlan starve, but he knew that would mean leaving Micha to starve with him and that was something he wouldn’t let happen.
He did however intend to make it very clear that Harlan was the omega of the pack, he would give the wolf no other standing, even if that did mean delegating Micha to the lowermost rung of the pack hierarchy as the omega’s mate. They would both eat, at least, but he would give Harlan no delusions of grandeur here.
Harry watched on as his Alpha and Damon confronted Harlan and Micha, scared of what it could mean. Taking a tentative step forward, a large rustic brown wolf bared his way towards his mate. Jenson gave Harry a very stern look and gave a shake of his head. He knew the Alpha wouldn’t want Harry to get involved in the confrontation.
Harry, however, wasn’t going to be content to sit and watch. The still human part of his brain could remember how scared Micha had been when they had spoken. Whatever was going on with Micha, Harry wanted to be there for him. Glaring at the larger wolf Harry made another move to step past but Jenson once against blocked his way.
The pup snarled at the older, larger wolf, raising his hackles and baring his teeth. In human form Harry had no clue just how high in the pack he was but his wolf was more than aware that he outranked Jenson, even if Harry himself didn’t understand what it all meant. He was second only to Fenrir and he wasn’t about to be told what he could and couldn’t do by a lower ranking pack member.
Jenson snarled right back, the challenge being issued. The larger wolf knew full well that he couldn’t hurt Harry, hell, even fighting him would ensure the Alpha’s wrath and there was no way he wanted to encourage Fenrir’s renowned temper but equally he wasn’t about to allow Harry to get in the middle of something that could potentially get him hurt.
Harry lunged, his teeth aimed at clamping around Jenson’s neck, or at least attempting to, the older wolf predicted the move and side stepped him, preventing the younger wolf from taking hold. Harry may not have been the best fighter but he was smart and he had used this to his advantage. He was aware that Jenson fought side by side with the Alpha and the Beta, he knew there was no possible way that he could have beaten Jenson in a full on fight, which was why he had had to use his initiative to get his own way.
His lunge had allowed him to get past the larger wolf with ease and without any need to fight him and now he loped off gently toward his mate feeling rather smug with his achievement. It took a moment for Jenson to realise what had just happened and give chase, by which point it was too late for him to stop the manipulative pup.
The sounds from the rest of the pack had Damon looking around curiously, while the Alpha snarled and snapped his teeth in warning at Harlan, trying to get the other werewolf to submit. Spotting Harry quickly heading in their direction, with Jenson on his tail, Damon prowled forward and blocked the smaller wolf’s path.
Harry, however, now he was moving, was not going to be stopped and barrelled right past the Beta and put himself between Micha and Fenrir. The Alpha was momentarily thrown by the appearance of his little mate, and he paused long enough to growl disapproval at the ashamed looking Damon and Jenson before he turned back to Harry.
Fenrir watched as his mate attempted to nuzzle into Micha, wanting to protect him, to help him. Harlan however was less than impressed with this, he wasn’t about to have all of his good work undone by Fenrir’s disobedient bitch. The Alpha growled threateningly at Harry, making his displeasure known, Harry however gave Fenrir a rather pointed look, not moving.
It took a lot of self-restraint for Harlan not to attack Harry; but he was aware enough of who the little wolf was to not go and sign his own death warrant by attacking him, as such a move would essentially be the end of him. He wasn’t averse to killing Micha however, it was would certainly show that he wasn’t a werewolf to be trifled with; however without Micha at his side he wouldn’t stand a chance and he didn’t like living with that knowledge. He didn’t like being dependant on anyone but it was the only thing keeping Micha alive right now.
The stalemate was broken, not by Harlan, who everyone had expected, but instead by Micha who was a little tired of everyone challenging and threatening his mate. He lashed out at Harry, snapping and snarling. Shocked and unprepared for this Harry turned just as Micha did and the mate to the Alpha twisted in just the wrong position to avoid the sharp jaws of his pack brother. Harry fell to the ground with a yelp, clearly terrified.
Everything happened in a blur after that, Fenrir wasted no time in jumping in the fray to defend his mate, the powerful jaws of the pack leader securing themselves around the throat of Micha, slamming him the ground. Harlan, reading the warning signs had leapt upon the Alpha wolf, knowing that if Micha was killed, accidentally or purposefully, then he wouldn’t stand a chance of surviving.
Damon’s temper, which he had been holding back for far too long snapped, and he went for Harlan, trying to separate him from brawl. Only Jenson seemed to retain his calm enough to pull the whimpering and trembling Harry away from the others.
It took only seconds but Fenrir was on top of the petrified Micha who was giving every indication of submission he could, whining pitifully at the pain that wracked his body. He had bleeding claw and bite marks on his shoulder and neck, and he was terrified that the Alpha would never forgive him for attacking Harry. Though it was likely that he would never forgive himself either. He knew how foolish it had been and now he feared it would mean his death.
Damon had Harlan pinned down and Jenson, having left Clay and Lukas to watch over Harry, had come over to join the others; helping Damon in ensuring that the unwelcome werewolf knew his place at the bottom of the pack. Harry didn’t exactly appreciate being rounded up and left with the other pack members but Clay wasn’t about to let him past and Lukas wasn’t about to be outsmarted by him.
It was a tense few minutes that seemed to stretch on; but as Fenrir seemed to regain enough rational thought to see that Harry was not badly hurt, and therefore that he could allow Micha to live, the frayed tempers of the other pack mates eased slightly as well.
Fenrir dragged Micha by the scruff of his neck over to Harry, where he dumped him down in a rather pathetic and defeated looking heap of blonde fur.The two submissive wolves bumped noses questioningly before seeming to reach some kind of silent understanding between them as they lay down side by side, Harry licking clean Micha’s wounds of blood. Harry couldn’t regret his decision to step in, he hated seeing his pack brother so beaten down. He knew he’d no doubt catch hell for it in the morning but right now he had Micha beside him and happy to be there.
Micha looked up cautiously at the Alpha, worried about what he might do with Harry tending to him with such compassion, but Fenrir simply lay down next to the pair of them protectively. He was still furious at Micha for the attack on Harry but he was glad to have him away from Harlan. He wasn’t about to let either of them out of his sight for the rest of the night that was for sure. So much for running and hunting with the rest of the pack this full moon.
A quick bark was enough for Damon and Jenson to know that the Alpha was done with them all, for now, and that Fenrir would be remaining with Micha and Harry while the others hunted. And so it was that the rest of the pack headed off into the woods, a rather cowed looking Harlan trailing after them.
FGHP
Tessie woke up with the usual residual ache from the transformation from the night before, she was curled up between Aiden and Dean, feeling warm but decidedly awkward given their nakedness. Though it wasn’t the first time that she had woken up in this state with her younger cousin; it was the others that bothered her. She looked around and saw she wasn’t the first awake like she had hoped; Gideon and Russ were already tending to the fire and Axlar was watching her with the usual manic gleam in his eyes.
She made quick work of slipping out from between the others, gasping at the harshness of the cold November air as it hit her naked body. It didn’t take her long to find her clothes and pull them on, relishing in the warmth they gave her but she was sickeningly aware of the multiple pairs of eyes watching her hungrily as she donned her clothing.
Jack was disgusting but it wasn’t likely that the stupid little omega bastard would try anything, it was definitely the bigger, more vicious, brutes that made her wish to be anywhere else than with the ragtag pack. She didn’t particularly like the idea of capturing the werewolves that the pack was after, but she hoped they were able to catch them soon; only then would she be able to go back to Jilly. Her little sister needed to be protected. She’d been sheltered for her entire nineteen years and didn’t know how cruel the world could be, especially to their kind.
Tessie found herself wondering what the full moon had been like for her little sister, trapped in a cell, in some dungeon like an animal. They were not meant to be caged away, they weren’t animals, they were werewolves. It was unlikely that Jilly had even been given access to the meat her wolf would have craved and that thought sickened her. They had to end this soon, if that meant putting up with the vulgar gazes of other werewolves then so be it. As long as they didn’t try anything she could put up with it for now, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to protect her last remaining family members.
FGHP
Yawning and stretching Harry was quite content to lie where he was for the remained of the day, snuggled in the warmth of the Alpha wolf’s embrace where he felt protected and safe. Every single one of the pack were stark naked from the previous night’s transformation and huddled around their Alpha pair for warmth.
Harry could feel a warm body curled around him from behind, an arm that didn’t belong to the Alpha flung across his waist. He knew without checking that it belonged to Micha, the memories of the previous night coming to him in fits and starts. He felt the other submissive wolf stir in his sleep, snuggling into the Alpha pair.
Damon had positioned himself so that his head rested upon Micha’s thigh, Clayton just being small enough to curl between his Dad and Harry’s legs. Jenson and Callie were cuddled together on the other side of Fenrir, Romy between her parents and the Alpha. Lukas was dozing, using Fenrir’s calf as a pillow and none of them seemed to care that Harlan, so far the only one awake, had snuck off into the woods.
It was the best feeling to wake up surrounded by family, though slightly awkward seeing as they were all stark naked. Harry knew better than to disentangle himself from the group to wash and dress. He was already going to be in enough trouble with Fenrir for what he had done last night, he didn’t want to be in trouble for disappearing too. He knew how much the Alpha liked waking up with him in his arms and hoped that by remaining there he would be somewhat forgive for his actions.
Though desperate for a pee and a wash Harry decided to make the process a little quicker. The night after the full moon they were all usually exhausted and slept a little longer than they would normally, however Harry wasn’t about to let that happen. A spark of an idea ignited in his brain, an idea that hopefully might get him off the hook a little for the previous night too, if he did it right. It took all his courage and a few hesitations before he began to place soft kisses upon his mate’s chest.
He trailed kisses across the soft blond curls of hair that covered the Alpha’s vast chest, and upon reaching a light pink, erect nipple, Harry took it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nub. He could feel Fenrir stirring beside him; the Alpha was not just waking from sleep but his nether regions were starting to take interest too. Harry idly brought his hand up to play with the other nipple, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger gently.
Harry continued to kiss his mate’s upper torso; suckling and nipping at the solid mass of muscle that was the Alpha wolf, decidedly determined to mark his claim on Fenrir just as the Alpha had done to him, while absentmindedly playing with curls of chest hair and ghosting over hardened nipples.
“Could you not have done this on any other morning when we didn’t have the whole pack curled up naked around us?” Fenrir grunted unhappily to his little mate without even opening his eyes.
“Look who's a ray of sunshine in the morning without his coffee. You’re so cute when you’re all grumpy,” Harry said as he stopped his assault on the Alpha male’s chest to place a soft kiss to his lips.
Fenrir’s arms tightened around Harry and he deepened the kiss, thrusting his erection to rub against his mates, in the process dislodging Lukas from where he had been lying on Fenrir’s calf. The smaller werewolf’s muttered complaints beginning to rouse the rest of the pack.
“Damn it,” the Alpha muttered causing Harry to giggle. Fenrir narrowed his golden eyes on his mate, leaning in close to him and whispering in his ear for only him to hear. “Giggle all you want, little one, don’t think you can start something and not finish it.”
Harry looked up at his mate, biting his bottom of his lip nervously, something that was becoming something of a bad habit for him. “You promise?” he whispered back, shocked at how upfront and blunt he was daring to be.
“Oh I more than promise, little one,” Fenrir said as he spotted Micha cuddled up to his mate and he glowered at the other submissive.
“Leave him, Fen, he’s not doing any harm,” Harry said practically reading the older man’s thoughts. The Alpha still didn’t look happy but he didn’t say anything further. He was far more preoccupied with his aching erection that was throbbing painfully for attention.
Completely unabashed, Fenrir stood up, not caring who saw him naked and completely unashamed of the fact that he was rock solid. In the process of getting to his feet, and then retrieving Harry from the pile of pack members that had huddled around him to sleep, he effectively managed to wake everyone up. Scooping Harry into his arms he delivered a soft kick to Damon who was blinking sleepily up at the Alpha pair.
Fenrir didn’t need to explain where he was going to his Beta, even half asleep it was fairly clear that the two naked males were off to seek some privacy away from the others. Damon nodded his head sleepily to show that he understood and then watched with disapproval as Fenrir carried off Harry into the wood.
“You shouldn’t have done that, little one,” Fenrir said as he mused over the previous night’s activities.
“What? Marked you, turned you on…. you’re going to be need to elaborate sunshine,” Harry told him with a devious smirk, feeling rather pleased with himself over the new nickname and the bruising mark on the Alpha’s chest where he’d made his claim.
Fenrir glowered at Harry for the new nickname he had come up with. “I meant last night but I wasn’t aware you’d marked me,” Fenrir said with a frown.
“Yep,” Harry said proudly, “right here.” He prodded Fenrir in the chest where he had left the love bite. “Fair’s fair, you marked me.”
“You shouldn’t have done that either,” Fenrir told him sternly, “but I meant last night, with Micha and Harlan.”
“Oh, that…” Harry said looking down; he had really hoped that he might have managed to distract his mate from that but apparently he wasn’t going to be that lucky this morning. “Before you get mad at me, can you at least put me down so I can go pee?” he asked, buying for time.
Fenrir seemed to realise that this was a diversionary tactic, much like the sexual advances had been, but he wasn’t going to let Harry get off that lightly. Letting Harry down so he could go and relieve his full bladder, Fenrir watched his little mate carefully, ensuring that he didn’t wander too far. When he was certain that Harry wasn’t about to make a run for it he looked down, inspecting his chest where his mate had prodded him, seeing that true to his word there was a love bite for all to see right in the centre of his chest.
“Why shouldn’t I have marked you?” Harry asked spotting Fenrir inspecting his chest upon returning from relieving himself. He was happy to distract the Alpha from the real issue he had from the previous night.
“It’s a sign of dominance, little one, it looks like you’re challenging me,” Fenrir explained, looking up to see his mate approaching in all his glorious nudity.
“Well I’m not, I wouldn’t want to be known as Alpha bossy boots,” Harry said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the idea, he had no desire to ever be an Alpha, it was all too much work in his mind.
Fenrir snorted in amusement. “Good to know,” he said as he accepted Harry into his arms, not passing comments at the many cute and highly infuriating nicknames that Harry was coming out with for him.
“I am a little bit in charge though,” Harry said with a cheeky smile.
“How so?” Fenrir asked giving his little mate a curious look.
“Because I can get you to let me do things you don’t want me to do,” Harry pointed out as he wrapped his arms around his mate.
“Name one thing, little one,” Fenrir said, eager to hear how Harry had managed to get his own way against his will, sure that his little mate wouldn’t be able to think of anything.
“I convinced you to let me learn to fight, that’s one thing” Harry said placing a kiss to his mate’s chest where the love bite was, having to stand on tip-toe to reach it.
“Don’t make me change my mind on that,” Fenrir said with a growl of warning when he realised that even though he hadn’t agreed to that one he had compromised on it to make his life a little easier.
“I convinced you to let me go to Hogwarts,” Harry said with another kiss to the love bite, as if it proved his point.
“Harry…” Fenrir warned him, starting to lose his patience a little as Harry came up with a second example with seemingly no hassle or trouble remembering them.
“We made the trip to Ingleton together,” Harry said, again placing another kiss the Alpha’s chest to again prove his point and by this time he was grinning with glee with the three suggestions, sure that he could come up with more if he needed to.
“Alright, enough, little one,” Fenrir said, getting tired of Harry pointing out exactly how many things he had let slide when it came to the pup.
“See, I AM a little bit in charge,” Harry said with smug satisfaction.
“Don’t mistake my indulgence for weakness, little one,” Fenrir warned him, as he began to kiss the length of Harry’s jaw, nipping and sucking to reassert his claim on his younger mate and ensure that the others would have no doubt as to whom the Alpha of the pack was and it wasn’t Harry.
“Never, my Alpha,” Harry said as he tilted his neck to allow the older man better access, “But I think you promised to finish what I started.”
“So I did,” Fenrir growled deeply, happily making the most of the beautifully exposed neck in front of him; marking it with a love bite on the opposite side to the one from their previous exploits.
“Fen…” Harry gasped out, his knees feeling a little weak as the Alpha teased at his vulnerable skin, but he needn’t have worried because a strong arm wrapped around him and took his full weight with ease. “No trees this time,” Harry managed to say between snatched breaths.
“No trees,” Fenrir agreed, before pressing his lips against Harry’s as he lifted his little mate back up into his arms, Harry’s legs wrapping nimbly about his waist. It left Harry feeling entirely too exposed to the throbbing erection as it pressed against his arse causing his stomach to dissolve into a swarm of butterflies.
Swallowing his uncertainty and nerves, Harry kissed Fenrir back, knowing that the Alpha wouldn’t do anything that he wasn’t ready for. The skin to skin contact was a huge turn on and even the layer sweat and grime coating them did nothing to distract from their passionate embrace. The younger wolf tangled his fingers through the unkempt blonde hair of his Alpha, devouring him.
Fenrir’s hands roamed freely across Harry’s exposed back, caressing every inch of his little mate that was exposed to him, which was essentially all of him. Carefully falling to his knees, the Alpha wolf lay his mate down upon the ground, careful to avoid anything that could cause him harm or discomfort at all. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt him again.
On his back with his large mate towering over him, nestled between his thighs, Harry suddenly felt even more exposed and at his mercy than before; it was both very unsettling and highly arousing at the same time. “Fen…?” he questioned, still able to feel his mate’s length pressed between his legs.
“Don’t be scared, little one,” the Alpha told him sternly, reaching down to rearrange himself such that his and Harry’s erections were pressed together, this time with no stupid fabric to get in the way.
Harry’s head rocked back as his mate’s fingers and large hands wrapped around both of their cocks at once, and stroked firmly. “Fuck,” he said a bit faintly.
“Not today, little one,” Fenrir said with a chuckle, “soon but not today,” taking the moment and exposed neck to renew the first love bite he had ever given Harry, not wanting it to fade away.
Harry groaned as Fenrir pumped their erections, holding them firmly in one large hand, the younger wolf thrusting upwards, trying to gain more friction on his aching erection. The Alpha however had other ideas and slackened his grip. The teen groaned at the loss of contact, his fingers gripping Fenrir’s hair roughly as he rubbed his cock against that of his mates.
“Touch me, little one,” Fenrir grunted softly as he captured Harry’s lips in a bruising kiss. “I want to feel you.”
Harry’s breath caught at those words, whispered so erotically into his ear amongst wonderfully glorious kisses. He was so close, his stomach churning as he struggled to control himself. He gave a slight nod of his head, having no clue what he was going and not wanting to do it wrong.
Tentatively, with a trembling hand Harry reached down between them. There was no way his hand would encompass both of their erections, he would be lucky if one hand would be enough to go around just Fenrir. However there was determination mixed in with his fear and his nerves as he took the Alpha’s eep-worthy erection in hand, feeling the heat of it pulsing in his palm.
“Move,” Fenrir instructed Harry, feeling a little lost in the sensation of the small hand wrapped around him.
“I… erm, I don’t know…” Harry tried to say, but between his nervousness and the movement of Fenrir’s hand, which was still on his erection, the words were difficult to find, his mind having gone completely blank.
However, it seemed that the Alpha understood well enough and a moment later Fenrir’s hand released his little mate’s length and wrapped around where Harry’s hand was on his. A few easy strokes later Harry got the idea and, though he was still unsure of himself, he kept going as the Alpha returned to touching or kissing every part of Harry he could reach. Lost in the sensation of Fenrir’s lips and tongue covering every inch of him he managed to just not think about what he was doing and let his natural instincts take over, doing to Fenrir what he would have done to himself, squeezing and tugging gently which elicited the most glorious ego boosting moans from the Alpha male that urged Harry to continue.
When Fenrir took hold of his mate’s erection once more Harry was so close to reaching his climax that he knew he wouldn’t last very long. Pulling the Alpha wolf into a searing kiss which Harry moaned into, a sound Fenrir swallowed, returning the kiss with passion and enthusiasm. They thrust against each other, with Harry’s heels digging against Fenrir’s hips, desperately chasing their release, which they were edging ever closer to.It was with a scream, partly in alarm at the force with which his orgasm hit him, Harry came, his climax splattering between them; the feeling of Harry’s small body shuddering with pleasure under him was what tipped Fenrir over the edge, his even larger load mixing with Harry’s.
“It seems I interrupted a rather private moment,” Harlan said in a simpering voice that broke through the moment.
“Fuck off, Harlan!” Fenrir growled out with hostility; pulling Harry protectively up into his arms, his little mate’s head cradled against the Alpha’s rapidly beating heart as Harry still caught his breath, his body still trembling in the after effects of the orgasm.
“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just passing through,” Harlan said, almost conversationally, not even acknowledging the Alpha’s obvious fury.
“I’ll pass you through a tree in a minute!” Fenrir growled warningly. “Fuck off!”
“Of course, my Alpha,” the last words meant to be a show of respect but from him they rang with sarcasm.
Fenrir snarled threateningly at him, wanting to tear the little shit’s head off for interrupting them. Harlan was only so cocky because he knew that the Alpha would never put Harry down in the state they were in and could therefore do nothing. Fenrir was going to make sure he paid for it later though.
“That guy is a fucking dick!” Harry said angrily as Harlan wandered off back towards the clearing.
“Poor choice of words, little one, considering the state we’re in,” Fenrir pointed out and Harry giggled, wiggling against his mate while nuzzling into his neck.
“I need a bath,” Harry complained, feeling the sticky residue from their orgasms between them. Agreeing with his little mate’s suggestion Fenrir got to his feet, Harry still in his arms, and took them both off towards the stream; trying not to think about Harlan.
The way Fenrir was feeling about the unwelcome omega wolf he was liable to skin the little fucker alive. He was on the verge of not caring what anyone else thought, including Micha. He just wanted to be rid of the little shit.
“Did you not enjoy yourself?” Harry asked, frowning at the intense, angry look on his mates face.
“What?” Fenrir asked, as Harry’s question pulled him from his thoughts.
“You’ve gone into scary Alpha mode,” Harry said, his brow furrowed in concern and worry at the Alpha’s snappish tone, wondering what he had done wrong.
“Never mind, little one,” Fenrir told him, placing a kiss on the top of his head, “I’m thinking of other things.”
“Well, allow me to put your mind back on me,” Harry said as he began to kiss every available patch of skin that he could reach on the Alpha.
As they headed for the stream Harry remained smug in the knowledge that he had successfully managed to distract Fenrir off the topic of the previous evening and not discuss what he had done in regards to Micha. It was nice to know just how much sway he had with the Alpha of their pack.

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