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Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter!

Dear readers,

a plot chapter. I hope you like it nevertheless.

AgainAndAgain
Characters: Darius, Hermione, Ages, Fenrir, Janto, the Eldest...

Pairings: Fenrir/Hermione

Warnings: drama?

Chapter 24 – Work for the Eldest Again

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She was still too dazed to make any sense out of his words, so she just looked questioningly at him.

“You seem to have a nag for too low leveled wolves,” he said, shaking his head.

Darius chuckled. He will not be low level for long after this makes the round,” Darius said, amused. It surprised him that Roland took it so calmly that she had chosen his beta and not him as her regular mate. This all became more interesting with each passing day. This pup was really something special.

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Now only the red haired man and the older one Darius had advised Tara to choose at last were left for the initiation. “Come on, Nick, lets at least give her a try on you.”

Now there was the Tara that Hermione had hated so much. She was so full of herself that she saw it as a challenge to get Nick hard.

Nick looked miserable. A bit of pity, but also a lot of disgust was written all over his face, and that most of the warriors were snickering wasn't helping at all. When Nick looked over to Hermione, Tara gave a very encouraging suck, but all Nick did was try to pull away from her.

“Your comrades had their fun. You are released, Nick. You are excused from this task as you have proven that you are as gay as anyone can be,” Roland said and waved him away. “Do you want a try at the pup?”

Darius rolled his eyes over the behavior of the alpha. A gay werewolf was still something some people couldn't accept. It was just beyond some people's imagination that a guy would turn away the chance to have a female sub. Teasing Nick with the pup was cruel but that's the way Roland was with dominants.

Nick looked shocked and blushed deeply as he shook his head. Again he threw an apologizing look at Hermione, who then smiled calmingly at him.

“Come, baby, maybe we can satisfy you,” one of the elder warriors said and grabbed at Nick’s bum. The men around him chuckled, and Nick jumped nervously out of their reaches.

Again, Hermione remembered the raping scene between Roland and Morgan and worried for Nick.

After the first shock, Nick seemed to regain his composure and swatted the hand of the other dominant off of him. Hermione hadn't needed to be worried about him. As if Roland could hear her thoughts, he said, “He has defended himself quite well, and I think some of the advances aren't as unwelcome as you think.”

Roland had laid an arm around Hermione while Janto sat calmly and with a satisfied grin on his face beside them. Hermione had the urge to hold his hand but fought against it because she thought it would look awkward, especially as Roland seemed a bit possessive at the moment.

The last one was Hannes and Tara seemed pleased when he came over to her. He was older than the others and Hermione remembered that Draco had told her, he wasn't a born werewolf and had joined the clan only two years ago. It was clear that Tara already had experience with him. He manhandled her, quietly bossy, but Tara didn't object. So after ten minutes it all was over, and Tara sighed with relief.

Roland went over to her and kissed her. “Want to go into the pool with me?”

Tara smiled from one ear to the other and let him carry her out of the room.

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“First, you choose a sire, even after you were mated to us, and now you have to choose one mate after another? Don't you feel protected enough by us?” Fenrir asked in an indefinable voice.

She had no idea why she was here in Ages' rooms with Ages, Severus, Yorik, Toric and Fenrir. Neil had brought her here a few minutes ago and hadn't said anything about the reason.

“I don't understand you. First you tell me I should go and shag as many men as I feel like and that it is my duty in the clan, and now you are mad. What do you want from me?” Hermione barked angrily, her voice raised.

It took Fenrir only two wide steps to be at her side, and he bent her under his arm and administered three hard swats on her bum that stung like hell. After that, he lifted her up and grabbed her by her arms, his face inches away from hers. “You will not speak with me like that!”

“I'm sorry.” Hermione felt miserably, not only because her bum stung, but because she didn't understand Fenrir and had the feeling she had disappointed him.

“Stop it, Fenrir, you are scaring her,” Ages said and pinched the brim of his nose.

“I am not, and don't tell me what to do with her, as I'm her soul mate!”

Uh-oh, that wasn't good. Immediately the temperature of the room dropped a few degrees and you could have heard a pin drop. Toric stood in a corner as far away as possible from the others, Severus leaned against Ages' desk, and Ages stood beside it. Yorik was sitting on a small table a bit to Hermione's right.

Fenrir and Ages glared at each other, and Hermione feared they would change any minute and draw blood. Ages closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “I will ignore this, Fenrir, but you need to learn to control yourself. Next time, I will show you your place.”

“But she is mine,” Fenrir voiced, but Hermione could hear his voice waver. He was scared of Ages.

Hermione started to shiver and drew the attention of her mates to her again.

“You aren’t afraid of me, right?” Fenrir asked in his small boy voice and looked with big eyes at her.

“What have I done wrong?” Hermione was close to tears now. Her mates were fighting because she had done something wrong.

Fenrir groaned and turned away from her. “Let's call for Darius.”

Now Hermione was totally puzzled, but it seemed all of the others agreed and Toric quickly used the chance to leave to get the man.

When Darius arrived, Hermione was a sobbing mess and all her mates stood around her like morons, not knowing what to do with her. Any attempt from them to calm her down had led to her hitting them away from her. The same happened to Darius, but he didn't let himself be pushed away and grabbed her to pull her close to him.

It took her only a second to scent him and then she relaxed into his embrace and sobbed even harder. “They hate me, and I thought I made everything right. I hate it here. I want to go away. Please, Darius, you need to get me out of here.”

“Calm down, pup, you are talking nonsense,” Darius said in calming but determinate way. “We will sort this out but we can't do this while you are sobbing like this. Come on, compose yourself and blow you nose or do you want your mates to see you like this? You are too strong to behave like a weak little sub.”

That hit home, and Hermione tried hard to calm down. After a few minutes, she was successful, and looked sadly at Darius.

“Now, you will concentrate on your breathing, and I will ask your mates what happened here, okay?”

Hermione nodded and fought against another wave of sobs that tried to crawl up her throat.

After Darius knew what happened, he turned to Hermione again. “You did nothing wrong in pleasuring Roland and Janto. Am I correct, Fenrir?”

“Of course she didn't. Skip to the end, Darius.”

“You should calm down, Alpha Fenrir. If you are worried that she isn't satisfied by your protection, you need to ask her directly and not growl at her for an explanation. You scared her and made her think she disappointed you.” Darius glared at Fenrir.

“Do you want to challenge me?” Fenrir growled.

“If necessary,” Darius growled back and stood up to go into a defense stance.

Hermione jumped up as well and positioned herself in front of Darius. “Stop it, please.”

Fenrir looked hurt and let all of the anger blow out of him. “You choose him over me?”

“What? No, are you stupid, Fenrir? How often do I have to tell you that you are and ever will be my number one?”

“Obviously many more times before it goes through his thick head,” Severus muttered and received a glare from Fenrir for it.

“Then why do you stand at his side and not mine?” Fenrir asked, still emotionally confused.

“Because he would lose, of course. I don't want you to hurt him. He hasn't done anything to you.”

“He challenged me.”

“You challenged him over nothing, Fenrir. I don't understand this at all. What's going on?”

“He is scared that you don't feel safe with him because you chose two other mates so quickly. I fear it is a bit hard to accept five other mates beside him at your side, pup,” Darius explained.

“But you all said I shall do what feels right! I don't even know about what you’re all talking about.” More tears escaped her eyes.

“Calm down, pup,” Darius said again and laid his hand in her neck.

“But what did I do?”

“Nothing wrong, pup. It's just that your mates feel a bit—” He was unable to elaborate further because the door banged open and three of the Eldest stood in the door frame. Immediately, all men stepped backwards a bit, and Ages straightened up.

“Pup, you will go with Helena to our quarters,” the old male Eldest said, leaving no room for arguments. Hermione was too exhausted and scared to even think about disobeying him. With a last sad look at Fenrir, she left with the old woman who had taken her hand.

“You need to calm down, pup. You made the magic of the house shake from the vibrations of your fear. There is nothing you did wrong, with the possible exception of choosing the most thick-headed male of this clan as your closest.” The old woman muttered and shook her head. “Fenrir, the man, is unbelievable and can't think before he opens his mouth.”

Hermione felt the need to defend her mate. “He is very protective.”

The old woman snorted and pulled Hermione in their quarters. “Sit down. Ignatius and Dorothea will be back with your mates soon. You need to calm down and realize that you didn't do anything wrong.” She pushed Hermione down on a pillow on the floor and then moved a tea set over to pour some tea for Hermione and herself.

“They were all mad at me, but every other day I can remember they said everything would be okay, and that my duty was to have sex with as many people in the clan as possible. Now they’re mad that I slept with Roland and Janto. I thought Fenrir would be so happy that I pushed my bad feelings for Roland away long enough to be intimate with him.”

“That was the right thing to do, pup. We are very proud of you. Until now, you were an unbelievably good addition to the clan. Don't worry. Your mates are just thinking with their cocks, feeling as if they have to act all macho, compare themselves with others by their skills with their dicks and not their brains.”

Hermione gaped at the old woman.

“Don't look so shocked. I thought you would be strong minded enough to see through their thick heads, especially your soul mates. He is jealous because he doesn't understand the different between a normal sub who mates with one or two people and you. It's his problem, not yours. They don't have a problem with you having sex with others, but they feel personally challenged when you choose another regular mate. It means you are seeking protection, which is normal. It doesn't make them weak, and Dorothea and Ignatius will speak some sense to them now. It's time they listened, and not just act out of instinct.”

“I still don't understand. I don't even know whom they meant by choosing more mates.”

The old woman smiled a friendly smile at her and gestured for her to drink. “The moment you feel someone to be a good protector, someone you don't only feel attracted to or think is strong, but one you feel safe with, you mark this person with your scent during the coupling. Maybe you don't smell it because it is your own scent but the others can smell it the moment the mark has taken.”

“So I marked Roland? But I don't want Roland to be my regular mate. Regular mates are allowed to punish me,” Hermione said, shocked, already imagining Roland spanking her mercilessly.

The old woman shook her head, and Hermione felt as if she saw her as a small child that understood nothing.

“Of course you didn't mark Alpha Roland. I fear you will never trust him enough for this even though he would be a good mate for you. Strong, powerful, intelligent...” She chuckled when she saw Hermione's disgusted face.

“So whom did I mark?”

Helena raised her eyebrow, and Hermione racked her brain. “Oh, Janto? But I don't even know him.”

“Your wolf seems to know instinctively that he is strong and can protect you.”

“But Fenrir was disappointed because he is a low level. If Janto is a beta, how can he be a low level then?”

“Because he hasn't had this position for long and still is quiet young. And your Toric also isn't very high in rank at least socially. He just ranked up because of you.”

“Toric? I marked him too?”

Helena chuckled. “Of course you did, and if it felt right, it was the right thing to do, pup. Stop doubting your decisions.”

“But Fenrir...”

“Will fuck them into submission and then it is over with. He is just such a pussy because Janto hasn't bowed for him. This will be taken care of right now as well.”

Hermione looked absolutely shocked. The old woman used words Hermione would never have guessed she would, and the image of Fenrir fucking the bulgy Janto into submission made her worry. She was sure Fenrir would win, but still she worried.

“I would like to speak about something with you that could make the things between your mates a bit more balanced. You should decide to give Alpha Fenrir the decision of ranking your mates. That would get you out of the field of battle, and give him a feeling of being more in control, more powerful. I think none of your other mates would have reacted like he had over your choosing of new mates. He just has the feeling he isn't important enough. Stupid dominants,” Helene muttered. “So what do you think?”

“I don't even want to rank them. It's so hard to decide between them.”

“But you are sure Fenrir is your soul mate and should be number one?”

“Absolutely,” Hermione said, determined.

Five minutes later and another cup of the calming draught spiked tea, and Hermione's mates and the two Eldest came into the room, Darius in tow.

“Am I still needed?” Darius asked, uncertain.

“Of course, you are her chosen sire,” Ignatius barked at him.

“But she is mated.”

“And her mates have accepted you as her sire. Now shut up,” Ignatius commanded.

Fenrir's attitude had changed completely. He held himself up straight and looked superior. Janto was with them as well, but he looked a bit ashamed.

“You should go over to your new mate and show him that he did the right thing to bow under your alpha,” Ignatius said to Hermione, eying here close.

Hermione bit her bottom lip while she went over to Janto. “Are you okay?” she asked him when she was close.

“When I get a kiss as a reward for letting your alpha fuck me for two minutes into submission until he had calmed down enough to let me go,” Janto said, grinning at her.

Hermione cupped his cheek, looking straight through his facade of cheerfulness. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. I would have never hoped you would choose me. I'm the luckiest man on earth right now. A little pain in my rear can't change this.” He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately. “Hmmm, much better.”

The time where I enjoyed shows like this is long gone, so let’s move on, as I think your mate is reassured of his place now,” Ignatius said impatiently.

“The pup spoke with me and wishes you to set the ranks from now on, Alpha Fenrir. She will not be held responsible for this from now on, and it will be your decision to keep her mates in their places or readjust them as you think fitting. She will accept your choice without complains,” Helena explained to a stunned Fenrir.

Hermione's heart made a flip-flop when she saw the emotions on Fenrir's face. It must have been a much greater privilege then the old woman had made her believe. Fenrir's chest was swelling even more, and he smiled at Hermione. Finally, Hermione felt safe and loved again and ran over to Fenrir to hug him.

He held her tightly and muttered apologizes and declarations of love in her hair. That he did this all in the presence of so many other people showed Hermione how much he really loved her. “You aren't mad any longer?”

“I never was mad at you, just at me, pup. It's hard to understand the way you work.”

Hermione snorted. “You don't know how hard it is to understand the way you work, Fenrir.” She buffed his chest playfully when she got out of his arms.

“What about the head alpha and beta?” Fenrir asked without looking at them.

“They will bow to your command in the concern of the pup. It is your right to even leave with the pup if you wish to,” Helena explained, and Hermione could see Ages and Severus stiffen.

“Concerning her, they are under you in rank and have to accept this. As soon as you have settled the structure, things will go much more smoothly. If we ever see you involving the pup in a discussion like this again before things are settled, you will be in big trouble, young man,” Helena said to Fenrir. “If your head is too clouded by your ego or anger, you should call Darius to help you think straight.”

“The ranking is not about how much you think you love one of them, pup. Sometimes you won't agree with your alpha's decision about who is in charge, but you need to trust him. The rank is about power, not love,” Ignatius said seriously.

“I understand but I still have a question.” When Ignatius gestured her to go on, she bit her bottom lip. “It's about punishment. I mean, I didn't realize that I marked Toric and Janto as my mates, and I don't want to be punished by them all when I do something wrong. Until now, I often got in trouble with Fenrir and Severus and sometimes even Yorik and Ages. Shouldn't there be a rule that says that if one has punished me it is done with?”

Ignatius, who until now had not even seemed to be able to look friendly, laughed heartily. “Now I see what you mates have to go through each day. Nice try, but if they feel the need to punish you, it is up to them. You have no choice in this.”

“Exactly, pup, and you often need more than one punishment to get the message,” Fenrir said, chuckling.

Hermione didn't like the self-confident smirks all her mates were wearing on their faces, even Janto and Toric. “Next time, I will think twice before I mark someone, and so give him permission to punish me.”

Fenrir laughed. “To bad that you can't control it at all, pup. Now let’s go; I need some pressure to be released.” He pressed her against his erection and the fire in her lower region was lightened in a second.

“Two minutes in my ass wasn't enough?” Janto asked, challenging.

“Be careful, little one, or you will be in the same position in an instant once more,” Fenrir growled at Janto, but it was only half-heartedly.

Janto raised his hands in defense, but it wasn't necessary because Hermione had already distracted her alpha by rubbing herself against him and then pulled herself up to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Fenrir moaned and grabbed her by her bum to press her tighter against his crotch.

“Like I said, the time where I enjoyed shows like this are long over, so move this somewhere else,” Ignatius said dryly and waved them outside.

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