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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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I know we were a little but evil with that last chapter but here you go. Chapter 26, dedicated to HudHud9 and crazedblueeyes (our competition winners).

Chapter 26 - Marking
“Ugh, my head,” Clay groaned, sitting up and running his hand through the mass of dark brown curls atop his head. Memories of what he had done while completely high on way too much sugar came back to him in painful flashes. He was going to have a lot of apologising to do where Romy was concerned later.
Damon, from where he had been sat talking to Fenrir, laughed. “That’s what you get for eating more sugar than is recommended for five fully grown adults for a day in less than two minutes,” he scolded lightly, more amused than annoyed at his son. No one was going to let him live down his attempts to serenade Romy in a hurry and putting up with the relentless teasing and jokes was going to be punishment enough for the boy.
“Where is everyone?” Clay asked, feeling a little heavy-headed as he looked around the clearing and realised that it was a lot emptier than usual. He wanted to find Romy and at least attempt to start apologising for his behaviour; he really had been out of his mind. Why he had started singing he had no idea, he just remembered thinking that it was a good idea at the time. Apparently his judgement was severely impaired when he ate that much sugar.
He thought it rather strange that not only was Romy not there but also Harry was absent too, while the Alpha sat rather calmly with a mug of coffee in hand by the fire. It wasn’t usually the case that Fenrir was any sort of calm when Harry wasn’t in his sights, normally he couldn’t even sit down, preferring to pace until he returned. Clayton conceded that seeing as the Alpha wolf was calm then he probably didn’t have to panic about where they had got to.
“They were all scared off with your singing,” Lukas said quite seriously from behind his book and Micha, who was now playing solitaire, laughed in amusement as Clayton grabbed the closest thing to him, which happened to be a teaspoon, and threw it playfully in Lukas’ direction. It missed him, landing harmlessly in the grass beside him, however the twenty-one year old sent a half-hearted glare over the top of his book in the pup’s direction for the attempt at hitting him with cutlery.
“My singing isn’t that bad,” Clayton grumbled much to the amusement of the others as he crossed his arms over his chest in a huff, something that only made the others laugh more.
“Yes, it is,” Micha, Lukas and Damon chorused together. Even Fenrir cracked a smile at that. He had been a little busy with his conversation with Harry this morning to fully appreciate Clayton making a fool of himself but the fact that the others were amused was enough to put him in a good mood as well.
Things had been quiet of late, peaceful even, at least as peaceful as you can get with ten werewolves of varying ages and temperaments living in close quarters. Having celebrated Christmas the day before they had let their guards down more than they maybe should have been, due to their festive spirit. However, the strays hadn’t tried anything since Harlan’s slow and painful demise and the territory was starting to finally feel safe again after the traitor's death.
“What’s that?” Damon asked in a mix of slight shock and mild confusion when suddenly his attention was drawn to the forest. Between the trees he could see a silvery animal cantering gracefully towards them. It was hard to tell but it appeared to be a silvery-white stag, the likes of which none of them had ever seen before; none of them, with the exception of one. Everyone’s attention was now focused on where Damon had been looking, trying to figure out what it was they were seeing.
“It’s a patronus,” Lukas finally said in awe as they finally glimpsed the magnificent creature fully as it entered the clearing. No one knew quite what to do as the stag stood there in its glory, pawing at the ground with its hooves; they all got to their feet, glancing around for any sign of the caster. Everyone was suddenly on edge, expecting an attack.
Clayton had frozen, as if in fear, his eyes going wide as his mind, which was still a little fuzzy as he recovered from his self-induced sugar coma, whirled with what it could mean. There were memories from his childhood that were fighting to the surface, something that he needed to remember. It was Damon who realised that there was something wrong with his son first, turning to him, needing to know what the problem was.
“Clay, what is it, what’s the matter?” he asked and everyone turned to look at the pup as realisation dawned on him and he remembered what it meant.
“It’s Harry’s patronus,” he said as the realisation hit him. He had a vague memory from his childhood of Severus telling Harry that if he was ever in trouble to send his patronus; when he had asked what it meant, Harry had proudly shown him the beautiful silver stag. If the stag was here then something wasn’t right and Harry needed help. “Something’s wrong, we have to find them,” Clayton declared suddenly, panic in his voice, which took hold of everyone as he spoke. “They’re in danger.”
The last of his words had almost been lost completely as he had charged headfirst into the forest, heading in the direction that the stag had come from as the creature itself began to fade into a silvery mist. All he could think was that Harry was in trouble, Romy was with him and that meant she was in trouble too. He ignored the shouts from his Dad to come back and he heard several footfalls behind him as the rest of the pack followed him into the forest to find the missing members of their pack.
FGHP
The knock to the head had disorientated Harry a little but fortunately it hadn’t knocked him out and as an added bonus it hadn’t hurt at all. Romy had screamed his name in panic as she had withdrawn her blade from its holder on her hip, ready to defend them as Harry had fallen to the floor.
A man, who was as tall and well-built as Jenson, came stalking towards her; he had short dark brown hair, deep brown eyes that were filled with lust as his gaze swept over her. Romy was small for a werewolf of her age, about the same height as Harry and just as slender, there was no way that this huge beast of a man was going to see her as a threat.
The one who had hit Harry now had him by the back of the neck, gripping him viciously so that Harry's feet barely touched the ground. He wasn’t as big as the wolf that was approaching Romy but his size was still staggering compared to Harry, who was discombobulated from the knock to the head. Harry could see that his captor had a shock of dirty blond hair and was glowering at him through green eyes but nothing else seemed to register in his mind as he struggled against his captor.
The third of their attackers, the only one of them that Harry recognized, was the Omega wolf, Jack, the punching bag, with his auburn hair and bright blue eyes that had rounded on Tessie. Glaring at her with a sickly smile on his face he said. “Come on girly, you’re meant to be helping us.”
Panic flared through her; they thought she was loyal to them, the letters she had been sending to the strays with the help of Damon had been working. Simply because they trusted her they had a chance to survive. She nodded her head to him and Jack looked smug and it was his smug satisfaction that told her that they could survive this.
“This one’s a feisty one,” the brunette wolf said as Romy brandished her weapon at him. She was determined that no one was going to touch her, not like before; Jack wasn’t going to take her away from her family, not again, she was sure of that; she would rather die than be taken hostage by them again.
“I remember,” Jack said, turning to look at the terrified fourteen year old girl. “Take her too, Brade, no point in killing her now; you can have fun with her when we get the little submissive bitch back to Gideon,” he said with a nod of his head towards Harry.
Bile rose in the back of Romy's throat, which she quickly swallowed down. She couldn’t allow herself to be scared. The memories of what they had done to her were resurfacing from the place within her mind that she had buried them. She’d been with them for days when Jenson had finally rescued her; they had beaten, raped and tortured her until she couldn’t stand it and had been close to just giving up and letting death take her. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t that eleven year old girl anymore, she was stronger now and she wouldn’t let it happened again.
As Harry’s head became clearer he could see the terrified look on Romy’s face as the huge wolf approached her; even with her brandishing a dagger, he seemed completely unafraid of her. Harry had to hold out hope that his patronus had made it to the clearing and that the others were coming but, just in case, they would have to think quickly. He had almost passed out from the blow to the head and he couldn’t be sure that his stag had made it; he couldn’t leave it to chance.
Harry could feel his own blade in the waistband of his jeans, so glad that Fenrir had insisted that he carry it with him everywhere. He was starting to feel very grateful for the protectiveness that the Alpha had shown over him.
“I want to play with this one now,” the blonde wolf clutching at Harry said, the hand not at the back of Harry’s neck travelling down the front of his body. “He isn’t my usual type but fuck, he smells amazing!”
“Touch me like that again and my mate, my Alpha is going to rip you to pieces,” Harry snarled as he tried to reach for his weapon, never taking his eyes of Romy and Tessie. He wouldn’t let either of them get hurt when the strays were here for him. He was going to do whatever it took to help them survive.
Tessie was being completely ignored; the strays believed she was neither a threat to them or worth any consideration seeing as her injured arm was still strapped to her chest and therefore useless. They also believed that she was on their side and would help them; Harry, however, knew different. Catching her eye he managed to silently tell her to help Romy, looking desperately between the two females praying that Tessie understood his meaning.
Brade was edging closer now, preparing to pounce upon her when several things happened in quick succession. Romy leapt forward, taking Brade by surprise, sinking her dagger into the nape of his neck. Harry grabbed hold of his own weapon and slashed at the arm that held him. Immediately the large blond wolf dropped him in shock, just as Tessie went for Brade.
“Keres, grab the submissive boy, he’s the one we want,” Jack ordered as he went to grab Tessie and throw her off Brade who had already taken hold of Romy, throwing small girl to the ground before ripping the blade out from his neck and discarding it with a roar of fury.
Harry had fallen to the floor, his legs momentarily crumbling beneath his weight before allowing him to scramble backwards; the blond wolf, clearly called Keres, was now approaching him with a look of pure rage in his light green eyes. Harry still clutched the blade in his hand ready to defend himself, so grateful for the lesson’s he had convinced Fenrir to give him. He would have done near enough anything to have his mate with him now but he couldn’t afford to think like that, he had to focus because they all had to survive.
“You want me,” Harry said bravely, “then try and take me.” The words made Keres grin at the challenge. Harry was desperately trying to ignore the sounds of the others fighting, not wanting to think about it but knowing that Romy at least had Tessie to help her.
There was a loud roar that made Harry lose his focus as he turned to see that Romy had regained her weapon and, despite bleeding from her temple, had run at Brade, sinking the blade into his side in an attempt to bring him down. Tessie was fending off Jack as best she could but the little omega wolf seemed to be enjoying himself far too much.
Having foolishly taken his attention off Keres, Harry suddenly found himself pinned to the floor beneath the large frame of the blonde werewolf who was grinning down at him. “You still want me to take you, little bitch” he snarled. One large hand held firm at Harry’s small wrists as the other reached between them to grasp at Harry’s groin, grinning sadistically.
“You’re not man enough to take me,” Harry returned as he wiggled his smaller body beneath that of the large wolf to give himself enough leverage to bring his knee up into Keres groin. It delighted Harry to see that the larger man’s eyes began to water a little at the impact, however he wasn’t strong enough to heave the heavy man off him. Instead he got a more solid hold upon his blade and drove it up into the soft flesh just beneath Keres jaw.
Blood gushed from the wound, covering Harry as the blonde werewolf on top of him seemed to gasp and choke as blood came into his mouth, flowing from his lips, spluttering it over Harry, who turned his head to stop it going in his eyes and mouth. He could feel the body on top of him getting heavier as the life left it and he knew that he would be crushed, he was already struggling to breath.
Romy and Tessie however were too busy with Jack and Brade to be much use to him. He wouldn’t distract them and put them in danger by calling out for help and, even if he did, they wouldn’t have been strong enough to heave such a large man from him, especially when he was literally dead weight. Just as he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, the lifeless body of Keres slumped on top of him, he felt the weight be lifted and gasped for air as he was lifted into the strong arms of another; the familiar scent of Fenrir washing over him. In relief Harry wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck and just held him.
Harry had just enough sense to turn and see Clay go to help Romy, however she had already done quite a number on Brade who seemed to have entirely underestimated the tiny girl with the dagger and he had been bleeding from several places when Clayton finally got there to aid her.
Unfortunately Jack had seen the others coming and started to run. He wasn’t going to risk being caught and killed. “Leave him,” Fenrir roared. “Let him go and tell his Alpha what happened; how two formidable wolves were taken down by two pups and an injured female. See how proud he is then.”
No one seemed happy with this decision but they neither said, nor did, anything against the Alpha’s orders. Still fuelled with adrenaline and needing the closure, Romy knelt before the still gasping body of Brade who glared up at her hatefully; he was bleeding out, having been stabbed in the leg where his main artery was. He wouldn’t last long and they all knew it but this was something she had to do.
Placing the blade up against his neck, slightly below the ear, Romy slashed across his throat, ensuring that he could no longer draw breath. Clayton was instantly behind her, holding her in his arms as she shook violently; the shock of what she had just done sinking in. Damon helped his son and between the two of them they helped her to her feet as she was struggling to walk. Without question, Clay took her in his arms, carrying her in the same way that Fenrir always carried Harry without faltering once.
Lukas put his arm around Tessie, who was in just as much shock as Romy, helping to steer her back to the clearing, knowing that they would all need a soothing cup of tea to help them recover. Micha, who had come with the others to help too, had frozen at the sight and smell of so much blood, unable to get closer to the fight. The metallic smell had hit him and brought back the memories of the night Harlan had been killed, his mind was unable to take it and he was just shutting down.
Damon was the one to notice this, rushing to him instantly and taking the older of the two submissive males into his arms as he cried. Micha clutched on to Damon as if his life depended on it and the eight of them began to struggle back to the clearing leaving the bodies of Keres and Brade behind.
FGHP
Gideon was getting really tired of his pack members wandering off without permission, nor an explanation of where they were going. For once it wasn’t Axlar who was giving him the headache but the two newbies, Keres and Brade. He had been certain from the moment they were dropped off that they were going to be trouble, but so far he had been reluctantly impressed by their willingness to learn and work with the pack; their training had been straight forward, even if it had been repeatedly side tracked by numerous pissing contests where they told stories of their favourite kills.
He looked around their clearing and realised he had another werewolf unaccounted for; he frequently didn’t pay attention to where his omega wolf, Jack, was but his absence was suspicious when combined with that of Keres and Brade. The latter of the two had been rather impatient about their mission and didn’t see why they couldn’t charge in and just take the submissive and kill the rest; honestly Brade seemed rather impatient about everything, from breakfast to the sun setting.
“Damn it all,” Gideon grumbled as he got to his feet, he really was in no mood to go looking for disobedient subordinates, though perhaps disciplining them might make him feel a little better. “Axlar, Dean, did anyone see where Keres, Brade or Jack went?” he asked, his tone firm and full of accusation, as though it had been their fault the others had disappeared off somewhere.
“Not a clue,” Dean said with a shrug, going back to his conversation with Aiden. Gideon didn’t like the dismissiveness; he supposed that it wasn’t really the werewolf’s job to watch the others now he was no longer Beta, but the attitude still grated on him.
“That way,” Axlar stated, letting go of one of his knitting needles long enough to vaguely point off to his left.
“Helpful,” Gideon muttered sarcastically. “I suppose it would be asking too much for you to know where they were going?” Though he had his suspicions; it was certainly possible Jack had talked the other two into attempting to attack or snatch someone from Greyback’s pack, if that was the case then he wouldn’t be sparing his other wolves to go assist or find them.
“Yep,” Axlar said, his attention already back on his knitting.
“Russ, Aiden, Dean,” Gideon called out, waiting for the three werewolves to look up at him. “Go find them,” he ordered, “bring them back here, now. Do NOT leave the territory.”
“What if they are beyond the boundaries?” Dean asked.
“Then come back,” Gideon told them impatiently. He half thought he should go hunt them down himself, but he neither trusted the rest of the pack alone, nor could be bothered with the hassle.
The three werewolves begrudgingly got to their feet and sulked off between the trees in search of the three missing pack members. They hadn't even gotten anywhere close to the edge of their territory though when they saw Jack running at them. Dean caught him by the throat, pinning him to a tree.
“Where are Keres and Brade?” Dean demanded, glaring at the Omega, his grip lessening slightly, just enough so that Jack could answer.
“Dead,” Jack croaked out, trying to pry Dean’s fingers from around his throat.
“HOW?!” Dean asked with a roar. He sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one explaining that to the Alpha; Gideon was going to be furious and Dean would be damned if anyone other than Jack was going to take the flak for it.
“It was them, it was them!” Jack said desperately, struggling against the grip Dean had on his throat, he hadn’t escaped Greyback's pack members just to be killed by his own pack, Omega or not.
“Then you get to explain that to Gideon,” Dean snarled, dropping the pathetic little wolf to the ground. “Start walking!”
Within minutes they were back with the others, Gideon growling venomously at Jack, who had been thrown at his feet as the three wolves the Alpha had sent to find the wayward pack members returned with just this one. If only one was going to have come back he wouldn’t have chosen Jack, despite him making an excellent punching bag.
“Tell him,” Dean growled and Jack looked absolutely petrified as he hurriedly tried to get to his feet.
“You would be wise to stay there,” Gideon warned, before the omega wolf could stand up. “Tell me!” he demanded.
“They killed them; that Tessie girl, she was on their side,” Jack said, his voice trembling as he tried to explain. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It should have been easy to snatch the little submissive bitch; Gideon would have been so pleased when they lay the bitch before him and then Jack wouldn’t have had to be the omega any more.
“SILENCE!” Gideon roared. Jack’s ramblings weren’t helping anything and he needed answers; real answers. “Where are Keres and Brade?”
“Dead…” Jack said pitifully, his eyes on the floor in front of where he was now kneeling.
“WHERE? I asked where.” Gideon pointed out.
“Their territory,” Jack explained, “inside Greyback’s territory.”
Gideon had expected to hear that but the confirmation of their stupidity still made him angry; he could have used them when the time came to attack and he had wasted food and supplies on them, only for them to get themselves killed. He half wished they had survived just so he could kill them himself for their arrogance and disobedience.
“You thought that the three of you alone would be a match for those that killed Roderic?” Gideon asked, wondering what on earth the stupid little omega wolf had been thinking. He had set them back weeks now, if not months; their stupid scheming had cost them two powerful wolves and put Greyback’s pack back on guard again. Their inactivity was supposed to relax the security and extra precautions they were taking to stay safe; it was supposed to make them an easier target but in one afternoon three of his wolves had destroyed that hope.
“There were three of us, and Tessie should have helped too,” Jack pleaded. “She betrayed us,” he argued, desperate for the Alpha to see that it was the girl’s fault they had failed.
“She wouldn’t even have known who Keres and Brade were,” Aiden defended. “Tessie wasn’t told to help you do anything, so of course she didn’t.” He wasn’t sure about where Tessie’s loyalties truly lay, but he wasn’t about the let this little bastard omega put either her or Jilly in danger because of his reckless and unauthorised plans.
“You did not have permission to leave our territory, let alone enter theirs,” Gideon pointed out. “And Aiden is right; we will wait to hear what Tessie has to say.”
“My Alpha...” Jack started to say.
Gideon however had lost all the patience he had for the pathetic Omega and brought his silver fist down on his face. He was angry and he needed to show that disobedience would not go unpunished. After the first hit he raised his fist again and landed a second followed swiftly by a third before he kicked Jack in the stomach, rolling him away. Jack’s skin seemed to be sizzling with the contact with the silver and he was howling in pain. The blows to his head wouldn’t have hurt half as much if it hadn’t have been for the silver.
“Anyone else want to go against my orders?” he demanded, glaring at every other pack member, daring them to challenge him now.
“No, my Alpha,” the others chorused, all except Axlar who was just getting to his feet to come see what the fuss was about now that he had finished the row of knitting he was on.
“Anything I can help with, Alpha?” Axlar asked, sneering at the whimpering mess that was Jack.
“Get that little shit out of my sight,” Gideon ordered, gesturing to the omega wolf. “Then watch the territory boundaries; if anyone tries to dump their bodies for us to find then you’re to bring them to me,” he ordered. “Oh and if anyone else leaves without permission, then Axlar gets to play with you, because I can’t be arsed with any of you fuck-tards any longer, is that clear?”
“Yes, Alpha,” they chorused, as Axlar grinned, almost daring them to try it. None of them were pretty little girls, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun with them.
“Russ, you’ll help Axlar watch the boundary,” Gideon instructed, as he returned to his seat by the fire; clearly he was done with the lot of them.
“Yes, Alpha,” he said, nodding his head and disappearing off into the woods. In all honesty it was probably safer for him out there than in the clearing with the furious Alpha, psychotic Beta and disgraced omega. As such, he certainly wasn’t complaining as he began the rather boring job of patrolling, setting a quick pace to keep the cold of winter away.
FGHP
Jenson and Callie apparated back to the territory, their arms around each other, lost in a kiss that was meant only for them. They hadn’t been expecting to come back to chaos or the scent of blood. They had been so absorbed in one another after their trip to a magical town a few miles away that for a while they had managed to forget about the stresses and strains on them.
Jenson being a newly appointed Beta wolf was having to prove himself, not with dominance fights, nothing as violent as that, but it was how he acted, the control he had while also being obedient to Fenrir as the Alpha male. It felt nice not to worry about any of that for a couple of hours, however, the tension quickly returned the moment they got back to the clearing and smelt the blood.
They broke their kiss and headed for the others, desperate to know what had happened in their absence. Immediately their eyes found Romy and relief flooded the both of them knowing that she was okay; however, for Jenson, that was swiftly taken over by rage when he saw that she was in Clayton’s arms.
Without waiting for any form of an explanation from anyone as to what had happened he had strode forward and torn his daughter from Clay, thrusting a shocked Romy towards Callie who accepted her daughter into her arms, horrified to see that she was in tears.
“I told you NO ONE touches my little girl,” he roared, grabbing Clayton by the scruff of his neck and hauling him to his feet.
“Dad, no!” Romy cried out.
Harry, who had been on the Alpha’s lap, hastily untangled himself from Fenrir’s arms, determined to help his friend; not even his mate’s attempts at grabbing him back could stop him as the little submissive went to intercept, trying to put himself between Clay and Jenson. Harry wasn’t about to have Clay hurt when he had done nothing wrong.
Lukas and Tessie remained sat down in shock at the sudden confrontation. They had been talking over what had happened with the three stray wolves when Jenson and Callie had returned so abruptly. No one quite knew what to think when the Beta had made a grab for Clayton. Damon had had Micha curled up happily by his side when it had happened and he wasn’t sure how to react but he was sure that he wasn’t going to allow anyone to hurt either of his two pups.
“Get out of the way, Harry,” Jenson growled as Fenrir got to his feet. The Alpha wanted to protect his mate and remove him from the situation before he got hurt. Accident or not, if Harry was injured then whoever did it was going to suffer.
“Let him go,” Damon said warningly, as he stood up from where he was sitting with Micha. He didn’t want to attack Jenson, knowing that probably wouldn’t end well, but he wouldn’t sit back and watch his son be assaulted when all Clay had done was try to offer Romy the comfort she so desperately needed after the attack.
Damon hated that the Beta had acted without thinking, not even bothering to ask what had happened. Even he could smell that there was blood still lingering in the air, even after Fenrir had taken Harry to the stream to wash him of Keres’ blood. Romy was still covered, she hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to clean the blood from the fight from her body and clothes, and Clay hadn’t wanted to step over the line by offering to help her.
“Dad, stop, please,” Romy pleaded, her voice shaking.
“Jenson,” Callie called out; their daughter was clearly shaken by something but she doubted it was anything Clayton had done and her mate’s aggression was doing nothing to help their distressed fourteen year old daughter.
“ENOUGH!” Fenrir roared, taking the back of his Beta’s neck in a fierce grip as Jenson went to punch Clay; he wouldn’t have his second in command attacking any of the pups for any reason.
“Alpha,” Jenson said, through clenched teeth as he released his grip on Clayton. He knew he had overstepped his bounds; obviously Fenrir was never going to let any of the pups get hurt, least of all by a member of their own pack. In truth he didn’t really want to hurt Clayton now that his fury was fading, but the smell of blood in the air and his daughter in the teenage boy's arms had just made him see red.
Clay was stepping back from the Beta wolf, clearly shaking as Harry tried to check he was okay. Damon rushed over to them too, now it was clear that a full fight wasn’t about to break out he just wanted to make sure that his son was alright. “Thank you,” he said to Fenrir, genuinely grateful to his best friend and Alpha for his interference.
Harry however, happy that Clay was being taken care of by his father, was now turning to face the Beta wolf. Jenson was supposed to be their protector, one of their leaders and guardians, and he had turned on Clayton because the teenager was being NICE to Romy. He was furious, and was going to make that very clear.
“How dare you?!” he shouted, as he stepped up right into Jenson’s personal space. The whole pack watching the little submissive warily; normally Harry’s temper tantrums were reserved solely for the Alpha, but it seemed that there were exceptions to that.
“Little one,” Fenrir had time to say warningly, before Harry picked up his foot and gave Jenson a swift and hard kick to the shin.
“You’re such a dick,” Harry told him firmly. “Try asking what’s going on before you fly off the bloody handle.” And with that Harry turned back to go check on Clay, ignoring the way the rest of the pack, Jenson included, were staring at him in silent surprise.
“That really bloody hurt,” Jenson said a bit weakly, as Fenrir released him, allowing the Beta to reach down and rub at his definitely bruised leg.
“I’d say you deserved it,” Callie said pointedly as she held Romy in her arms.
“I second that,” Romy said, though her voice sounded small, and she reached out, demanding a hug from her Dad. “You going to let us tell you what happened now?” she asked as Jenson took his daughter and hugged her tightly.
“That might be best,” Jenson admitted. “My apologies, my Alpha.”
Fenrir grunted, but it was Damon who replied. “It wasn’t Fenrir who you nearly punched,” the former Beta pointed out. “Maybe there is someone else who you should be saying sorry to.”
“You promised that you would…” Jenson started to say angrily. He had been unsure about leaving Romy in the pack without either him or Callie there and Damon had promised to watch over her, but he had still come back to find his daughter distressed and in Clay’s arms.
“Dad,” Romy interrupted, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Shut up and listen for five minutes, will you,” she requested and it was as much the uncharacteristic bluntness of his daughter’s words, as anything, that made him fall silent. “I killed someone,” she told him, looking up into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him to listen.
“We both did,” Harry added, his voice quiet.
“What the hell happened?” Jenson asked, dumbfounded at these confessions.
“Harry, Tessie and I went for a walk,” Romy said, as Jenson carried her over towards the fire, the rest of the pack gathering there too. He gave Callie an apologetic smile when his mate came and took a seat next to him; she really didn’t look very impressed with him at the moment. “And three werewolves caught us off guard, attacked us,” his daughter went on.
Damon returned to Micha’s side, relieved when he still accepted him there, Clay tucked into his otherside. He loved it when he had his family surrounding him, he just had to convince Micha that he wanted more but that was another day’s problem. Fenrir swept the protesting Harry back into his arms, and sat him on his lap again. Harry could protest about being picked up and carried all he wanted but it wasn’t going to stop the Alpha from doing it.
“It was my fault,” Harry said suddenly, “we wandered further than we should.” He then turned to the Alpha with large green eyes. “I’m sorry,” he added, not wanting for his mate to be upset or angry with him again.
Fenrir placed a soft kiss on Harry’s lips, stroking his cheek lightly with his thumb. “Next time maybe you’ll listen to me, little one,” he said as he nuzzled into his little mate.
“Well, you should listen to me too, Fen,” Harry countered. “It’s a good job I talked you into teaching me to fight,” he pointed out, snuggling into his mate, terrified of the idea of what might have happened if he hadn’t had his blade or hadn’t known how to use it. “I think we might have all underestimated Romy though,” Harry said, giving his pack sister an affectionate smile.
“I wasn’t going to let them take me, not again,” she said with a shudder, she turned to look at her father, knowing that he would understand. “The wolf that we didn’t kill, it was the same one who kidnapped me.”
“He was there the night I was attacked too,” Harry said, snuggling close to Fenrir as he remembered what had happened that night. Knowing what his mate needed, Fenrir reached over to their bed for Baloo bear and handed him to Harry, who took him at once, cuddling him to his chest as the Alpha held him close.
“There were only three of them though; the two that were killed I didn’t recognize. They must have been new recruits,” Tessie said, “and they are going to want to know why the hell I helped you guys and not them.” She didn’t want to be selfish and make it about her, but she was terrified about what the exposure of her loyalty would mean for Jilly, or even Aiden.
“Well we just tell them you didn’t want to blow your cover,” Lukas suggested, wrapping an arm around Tessie’s back. “After you protected our pups do you think we aren’t going to do whatever we can to help you?” he asked. “Right?” he added, looking to Fenrir for confirmation.
“I think you have proven yourself,” Fenrir said stiffly.
“I’m really grateful,” Harry said. “Thank you.”
“Yes, thank you, Tessie,” Romy agreed, shuffling off her Dad’s lap, so that she was sat between her parents, both of their arms around her.
“I didn’t even do anything, I shouldn’t have let either of you kill them,” Tessie said hopelessly. “I’m sorry you had to do that.”
“And each of you really killed one of them?” Callie asked, looking between Harry and Romy, who were both nodding. She drew her daughter in closer to her, hating that the young girl had to do that. To take a life wasn’t something to be done lightly or without thought. It was the reason that Harlan hadn’t been killed the moment he had stepped foot in their territory. They weren’t monsters, not like the wizarding world liked to suggest that werewolves were. The fact that the youngest two members of the pack had been forced to kill to protect themselves horrified them all.
“Clay offered to finish it,” Romy said, “but it was something I had to do.”
“I didn’t want her to have to do it,” Clay said to the group. “She shouldn’t have had to do it.”
“I needed to, Clay,” Romy told him with a scowl, “I needed to prove to myself that I could. But I do hope I never find myself in the situation where I have to do it again,” she admitted.
“I know you had to,” Clay said giving her a soft smile. “But I’m still going to do everything in my power to make sure that you never have to do that again.”
“That’s not your job, Clayton,” Jenson growled.
“Don’t start, not again!” Romy pleaded. “Clay was… is just being supportive. I would think you should be able to approve of that, you know, being my loving father and all that.”
Clay opened his mouth to say something cheeky, if the grin on his face was anything to go by, but thankfully Damon quickly put his hand over his son’s mouth, silencing him. “Don’t push it, young man,” he warned in a whisper.
“I think we can agree that all that really matters now, is that all three of you are okay,” Lukas said, before the conversation could spiral off again.
“Agreed,” Callie said, placing a kiss on her daughter’s head, before going to pick up the bag of things she and her mate had purchased for Harry, which had been forgotten in the madness of their return. “Maybe I could talk to you in private, Harry,” she said giving the pup a knowing look, which made Harry catch on real fast.
“Sure,” he agreed, going to get up, only to find Fenrir’s strong arms still wrapped around him. “Fen, let me go,” he said, laughing a little as he tried to pry the Alpha’s arms from around him and Baloo. “I need to go talk with Callie,” Harry explained when Fenrir looked at him in surprise. Apparently he hadn’t even realised that Harry was trying to get up. “Stop thinking so hard,” Harry told his mate as he got to his feet, pressing a quick kiss to Fenrir’s lips before following Callie.
Fenrir watched his little mate go, he didn’t really want Harry out of his arms, not even for a second, not even while still in his sight; finding Harry trapped underneath that werewolf had scared him half to death and he didn’t know how to forgive himself for having failed to protect his mate. He had asked Harry to let him put the mating mark on him, but if he couldn’t even protect his little mate then he didn’t deserve such an honour.
Harry and Romy, the two smallest, youngest, members of his pack had had to kill, had been left to fight of two monstrous werewolves with only the help of Tessie, who was badly, and it seemed permanently, injured. It should never have happened and he was cursing himself for having let his guard down even slightly while the strays still were close by, or ever for that matter.
He wouldn’t allow for his stupidity to put the others in danger again, especially not his mate. He also wouldn’t raise the issue of permanently marking Harry with the mating mark until he knew that he could give his little submissive everything that that promised. He had failed. There was no way around that and until he could prove that he wouldn’t fail again then he didn’t deserve to be permanently bonded to anyone.
He watched as Harry downed a potion that Callie gave him, Baloo hanging by a paw in Harry’s other hand; he had wanted to have pups with his little mate but he now agreed with Harry, neither of them were ready for it. It was for the best that they waited until he, as Alpha, could ensure the safety of their whole pack, Harry and their future children included. If he couldn’t protect the teenage pups now then how was he ever going to protect new-borns?
FGHP
Fenrir’s pensive mood had not escaped either Harry or Callie’s notice, as she took him to one side away from the others, but Harry had been caught off guard by the little phial when Callie placed it in his hand. She had assured him that he didn’t have to take it, but he had made up his mind, and downed it quickly before he could change it; he knew in his heart that he wasn’t ready for pups yet and this way he was just preventing that from happening. Though he did have a fraction of a second where he wasn’t sure just as he had raised it to his lips but he had silenced that voice and told it not to be stupid; he was fifteen!
“This is a contraceptive potion,” she said handing him a second phial. “Each dose lasts three months so you’ll be okay for a while but you need to remember to brew it at least a week before you need it, it takes that long to be ready. I have the instructions and the list of ingredients you’ll need to make it. Damon told me you’re a good potions maker.”
“Yeah, my Dad taught me,” Harry said tucking Baloo carefully under his arm as he accepted the phial that she was giving him, looking at the bright yellow liquid inside. “He was a potions master.”
“Then you’ll have no issue with it,” she said with a kind smile. “Now, for goodness sake don’t tell Damon, he’ll be livid that I was encouraging you, but here, you might want this too,” she said and brought out a good sized tube.
“What is it?” Harry asked with confusion as he took the tube in hand, reading the label and blushing a bright red as he realised, “Oh…. OH! Umm…. Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome, little one,” she told him, messing up his hair a little. “Just keep it out of ear and eye shot of the rest of us, okay. No more morning blow jobs when you think everyone else is sleeping?”
“You want to be the one to tell Fen that?” Harry said, with a cheeky smile.
“With pleasure,” Callie said, knowing exactly how to deal with Harry’s cheek, taking a few steps around the teenager before he spun around and caught her wrist to stop her.
“Okay, okay, deal,” he said, chuckling. He didn’t actually want to see what happened if she tried to have that conversation with the Alpha.
“Make sure you drink that potion tonight, it takes about an hour to kick in,” she said and Harry nodded, uncorking it and downing it in one go.
Callie watched as Harry put the instructions and ingredients for the contraceptive potion in his Hogwarts trunk, so that he remembered it, before going back to Fenrir and climbing on to his lap again, taking Baloo bear with him. It hadn’t escaped Callie’s notice that Harry had slipped the lube in his pocket rather than putting it in his trunk.
Fenrir was still deep in thought and Harry was sure that it was purely on instinct that his mate had encircled his large, strong arms around him, rather than doing it consciously. Well Harry wasn’t going to be having that, he was determined to break his Alpha out of the deep thoughts he was having and he knew exactly how to do it now he knew that he wasn’t going to fall pregnant.
After saying his name a couple of times and not getting any response, Harry put Baloo bear to one side, sitting up a little, weaving his hand into blonde hair, tugging on it gently as he began to place soft kisses across Fenrir’s neck and jaw. Just as the Alpha began to react, placing his hands on the teen’s hips, Harry felt something hard collide with his back.
He turned to see who had thrown what, Clayton was looking far too innocent, Callie was giving him a pointed look and Micha was trying not to laugh. Harry rolled his eyes and went to slide off Fenrir’s lap, much to the irritated of the Alpha who growled.
“Not here,” Harry said as a way of an explanation. Reluctantly Fenrir got to his feet and allowed himself to be lead away. However as Harry tried to take them into the forest, just past the tree line Fenrir stopped their progress. When the teenager turned to look at the Alpha questioningly, Fenrir just shook his head. He wasn’t taking any more chances, they wouldn’t be going any further.
Harry launched himself into Fenrir’s arms, forcing the larger wolf to accept the embrace, supporting the smaller wolf as he wrapped his legs around the Alpha’s large waist. He pressed their lips together, all teeth and tongue as Fenrir’s hands found their way to his submissive teen’s rear, holding and supporting him there.
Rocking his hips so that he was rubbing against the Alpha’s growing erection, Harry moaned into the kiss, but he couldn’t help but feel that Fenrir’s mind was elsewhere still. “Okay,” he said sternly, leaning back to glare at his mate, “is your brain actually going to join the party? What could possibly be going in that head of yours to distract you… unless… do you not want me?”
“Of course I want you,” the Alpha told him a little snappishly. How was Harry still questioning such a thing? He was sure his little mate would understand by now how precious he was. He didn’t understand; he thought that he was always showing Harry exactly how much he meant to him.
“Then where are you, Fen?” Harry asked. Fenrir frowned at him in confusion. “What are you thinking that has you so distracted?”
“I don’t deserve you, I couldn’t protect you,” Fenrir growled, hating to admit this to himself let alone to Harry but he needed his little mate to understand.
Harry sighed, giving Fenrir a light clip round the ear that made Fenrir glare at his little mate, who was only ensuring that he kept his promise to only stop hitting his mate once all the stupid was gone, which probably meant he would be giving him clips round the ear for the entire time they were together. “Romy’s right, we do deserve each other; you are every bit the idiot that I am,” Harry told him.
“What do you mean, little one?”
“I keep letting myself believe you’ve changed your mind, that you don’t want me,” Harry said, smiling at the way Fenrir glared at him. “Which I know, is stupid, but that is my point. You have to stop doubting yourself; you are protecting me just fine, Fen.” The Alpha looked like he was about to protest, so Harry went on trying to explain. “You might not have physically fought off that werewolf, but you gave me the knife and the skills to do so myself.”
“You shouldn’t…”
“I shouldn’t what, Fen? Shouldn’t have known how to fight? Then right now you would probably be burying me, Romy and Tessie in the ground, rather than holding me in your arms,” Harry said angrily, trying unsuccessfully to get his mate to put him down. “You couldn’t have known we would be attacked, Fenrir. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault.” He made sure to stress each and every word in an attempt to get through to his mate.
“You still shouldn’t have had to kill anyone,” Fenrir said, adamant on this point, he hated that Harry, at fifteen years old, had had to take a life. He was going to do everything and anything he could to ensure that his precious little mate was never put in that position again.
“Do you think less of me, because I killed a man?” Harry asked. He had to be sure; it was a question that he had to ask. If Fenrir thought differently about him now because he had been forced to take the life of a man then he wasn’t sure what he would do but he knew that if that was the case that he needed to know now.
“No,” Fenrir growled, gripping his mate tighter, refusing to let him go. He didn’t like that Harry had had to defend himself, but death happened, and one less werewolf trying to hurt his little mate was a good thing in his books. He was even somewhat proud of his little mate for having the strength to do what had to be done.
“And you’re right, I shouldn’t have had to kill, but I shouldn’t have been attacked either. But it happened and we survived it and I survived it because of you. Things aren’t going to be normal with me, Fen, if you can’t deal with it then let’s walk away now before we get hurt.” Even though he had said this Harry knew that he would already hurt, hell he was sure that he was already in love with the frustratingly stubborn Alpha, not that he would admit to it of course.
“Not going to happen,” Fenrir said bluntly. He felt ashamed that he had failed to protect his mate, but he was going to do better, he was not going to let Harry go.
“Good, now deal with the fact that sometimes things are going to happen that you can’t control. I can’t live with a constant armed guard around me, that’s not living. Train me to fight, teach me what I need to know to protect myself because that really will be protecting me.”
“Fine,” the Alpha agreed, even though he didn’t like it. “But I will make our home safe again,” Fenrir vowed. He had built the pack, claimed this territory and done it for the mate that was in his arms now. He wasn’t about to lose any of it.
“I would appreciate that,” Harry told him with a smile. Yes he wanted to be able to defend himself but he would be a lot happier knowing the strays weren’t a threat. He would be happier if the territory, which he could now confidently call his home, was safe because one day he would like to think that he could have pups with his mate, just not yet.
“I will make it so it is safe for you to have pups with me,” Fenrir said, as if he had read Harry’s mind.
“Fen, you know that the not wanting pups right now has nothing to do with not feeling safe here or with you. I’m only fifteen,” Harry reminded him. “I wouldn’t know what to do with a baby, hell I’m not going to lie, baby’s scare the hell out of me.” Honestly he was still coming to terms with the idea that he could even get pregnant.
“No, I don’t want to have pups, not yet, not while I can’t even protect you,” Fenrir said with a growl, wanting to show his mate that they were on the same page when it came to having their pups and starting their own family.
“Fen… talk to me, please; I know there is something going on in that head of yours that you won’t tell me and it’s making you act crazy. Please tell me,” Harry pleaded, he hated that his mate was so secretive about things. If it was ever going to work between them long term then he was going to have to convince the head strong Alpha to open up a little more.
“I had a mate before you,” Fenrir said rather abruptly taking Harry by surprise. Of course the teenager had asked, and it wasn’t the first time he had either, but he honestly hadn’t expected for the Alpha wolf to open up as easily as that; not that he was about to object.
“Okay,” he said carefully, knowing that he had to pick his words with care, he didn’t want Fenrir to shut down again; in Harry’s mind this was great progress. The Alpha started to wander, and Harry was about to ask where they were going, but it looked like Fenrir was deep in thought about what to say.
“She died when the rest of the pack did.” The Alpha males voice was distant, cold even, as he spoke and it made a shiver travel through Harry’s body; he hated when his mate pulled away from him like this. He might not have done it physically but emotionally he seemed to be shutting down.
“That wasn’t your fault…” Harry said, letting out a little yelp of surprise as the Alpha sat down with his back against a tree and his little mate straddling his lap.
“She was pregnant,” Fenrir admitted quietly, cuddling Harry close to his chest.
“Oh… I’m sorry,” Harry said, at a loss of what else to say but even as words left his mouth he knew how stupid they sounded. He hated that he had taken that potion, he also hated that he hated having taken the potion, all in all it was making him feel entirely fucked up about what he was feeling. He knew that that had not been Fenrir’s intention but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t able to just shut off how he was feeling like the Alpha seemed to be able to.
“I didn’t care for her, I took her as my mate simply to have pups,” Fenrir told his mate, wanting to be honest with him.
Harry really didn’t even know how to feel about that. That Fenrir would choose be with someone just to have pups was such a confusing thought; it raised so many questions. If he wanted pups that badly, did that mean he resented Harry for his decision to take the potions he had? And, Harry wondered with a sinking feeling, what did that say about their relationship? Could he be sure why Fenrir was with him? “What about me?” he asked, needing to be sure.
“You know, little one,” Fenrir said somewhat vaguely, which infuriated Harry because he didn’t know. He was filled with doubt and he wasn’t sure that Fenrir wanted him for anything more than having pups. If that was the case then it was going to crush him because he thought that they had so much more than that.
“Would be nice to hear it,” Harry said carefully, he didn’t really want to let Fenrir know how uncertain and scared he was feeling. He would have given anything to have Fenrir admit to him how he felt like a human being, not a wolf or a grumpy git or even Alpha bossy boots, just a regular human person.
“I wanted to give you the mating mark,” Fenrir said as if this explained everything and because of Tessie’s explanation it almost did… if only it hadn’t have been for the phrasing of it and the use of past tense.
“Wanted? As in you don’t anymore?” Harry asked, feeling his chest beginning to close up as the hurt began to overwhelm him, pushing away from his mate to look up at him with sad eyes.
He didn’t want Fenrir to take back the offer he had made, not when he wanted it so much. When it had first been offered and when he had asked Tessie about it, he hadn’t been sure that it was what he wanted but now that they were waiting to have pups and Fenrir was giving up so much, Harry felt that he could give this to his mate. He hadn’t even realise how much he wanted it until he thought it might be taken away.
“I want to be able to protect you first,” Fenrir stated, he needed Harry to understand this and know that he wasn’t going to budge on the issue. He had conceded to giving Harry what he needed to defend and protect himself but he was damned if that meant he was going to be any less protective of his mate.
“I’m not going over this again, Fen, you do protect me,” Harry paused for a moment, looking into Fenrir’s swirling golden orbs that showed so much of the emotion that he was unwilling to say or physical show. “Bite me,” he said firmly, needing to sound as certain as he felt that this was what he wanted.
“What?” the Alpha asked, sure he must have heard his little mate wrong, or at least misunderstood. He didn’t dare believe that his mate was asking him to do this when he had no doubts that he wasn’t worthy of it yet.
“Mark me,” Harry said again, just as firmly; he had made up his mind and he would be damned if Fenrir’s stupid conscience was sudden going to rear its head up and take it away from him now. He wanted this and he was going to get it.
Of course it was so like Harry to only agree now that he had his own reluctances about going ahead with it. “Little one…” he said, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle, he didn’t want to hurt his little mate, but Harry had to understand why he couldn’t bite him like that at the moment.
“I want this,” Harry told him, meeting his eyes to ensure that the Alpha wolf knew that he was serious about this. He wasn’t doing it on a whim, he knew what it meant and it was his decision to make. Fenrir had asked to do this and it was what Harry wanted.
Fenrir sighed, he could see in the bright, emerald green eyes that his little mate was not messing around when he agreed to his but it wouldn’t change his mind now. “I can’t…” he said, maintaining the eye contact. There were so many reasons why now was not the right time and he wasn’t even sure where to start.
“Why not?” Harry demanded, feeling more than a little hurt at the rejection. Harry had thought that this was what Fenrir wanted, even if on the surface he was having a few doubts about it. He’d thought that deep down the Alpha would have still wanted him to have his mating mark; however, with all the resistance, the teenager was no longer sure.
“It’s complicated,” the Alpha grunted; he wasn’t even sure he could have explained it to Harry if he was even the type of person who did sit and chat about what they’re feeling.
“I wasn’t sure what it meant when you first asked me,” Harry admitted, looking a little sheepish about this fact. “But I asked Tessie and she told me what it meant, Fen, the significance of it.” He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. “I’m not going in blind here, I know what it means and I want you to mark me; I want everyone to know that I’m yours but I do have one condition.”
Fenrir raised an amused eyebrow. “A condition?”
“Yes, I want to mark you too,” Harry told him. He had been thinking on what Tessie had told him about how it meant forever, and protection, and what sounded like some degree of ownership; he wanted to promise those things to Fenrir too, and have the assurance that the Alpha was his forever as well. He would never admit to anyone that the thought of Fenrir one day leaving him scared the hell out of him but this would mean something to both of them and their wolves.
Fenrir narrowed his eyes at the stubborn and difficult teenager on his lap. “That’s not how…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry said dismissively before Fenrir could finish what he was saying, he had known that his mate was going to try that line, but like that was going to stop him now that he had made his decision. “But I thought we’d already agreed that nothing is ever the way it should be with me and besides you said we’d be equals in our relationship, this is our relationship. If you mark me, then I want to mark you too.”
“Little one,” the Alpha leaned his head back, knocking it against the tree a couple of times, reminding himself that Harry was more than worth all the little ways he made his life more complicated and difficult. The teenager, slightly alarmed that his mate was hitting his head against a tree, wove his fingers into the blond hair of the Alpha so to stop these actions, not wanting him to hurt himself.
“I want everyone to know you belong to me just as much as I belong to you, Fen,” Harry said, ensuring that he was looking directly into the stunning golden eyes. They were so close that their foreheads were almost touching and it wouldn’t take much to just close the gap between them and to kiss him.
“Alright,” Fenrir conceded, he could rarely deny his mate anything, though he would never admit to that. He could see that Harry had his reasons for wanting it and for wanting to do it in return too; however, that didn’t mean that it would be done right away, he was still the Alpha and he at least had to maintain the appearance of being fully in control all of the time.
“Alright?” Harry asked. He had definitely not expected it to be that easy.
“Yes, but not now.” This point Fenrir would adamantly stand by no matter what Harry said, it wasn’t the right moment to exchange something as precious or as permanent. Just as he had wanted to wait to take Harry’s virginity until they could take their time and not rush it the same was true for this. The mating marks were permanent and a sign that you were bonded to someone forever and they would not enter into this lightly, nor would Fenrir rush it.
“Why… this isn’t because…” Harry started to say, thinking that it was the whole issue about protecting him again and he didn’t want to rehash the argument for a third time in the same evening.
“No, little one, not because of that but because I want to do it properly,” the Alpha explained. “I can smell their rotting bodies and I’d rather not fuck you and mark you with that stench around us.”
“You’re such a charmer, Wolfie,” Harry said with a grin, butting his nose against that of the Alpha’s, wanting a kiss from his mate. “Will you… before I go to Hogwarts?” The idea of going to the school without the mark, now that he knew it was a possibility, just felt wrong.
“Nothing will stop me,” Fenrir said, giving Harry exactly what he was silently asking for, claiming his lips in a desperate kiss.
“Glad to hear it,” Harry told him as the kiss broke. “Oh, and Callie got something for us,” he added with a devious little grin, reaching back and pulling the tube from his back pocket, holding it up for his mate to see.
Fenrir looked at the little tube in confusion for a second, and then he realised what it was. “Callie got this for us?” he asked; he would never have suspected in a million years that the quiet, reserved woman that he had known almost his whole life would have thought to get them something like this. It was certainly a surprise and he made a mental note never to underestimate Callie, though that was probably true of the whole pack come to think about it.
“Yes,” Harry said, with a wry smile. “It did however come with one condition.”
“Always with the conditions,” Fenrir said gruffly, admittedly a little amused as he took the tube from his little mate and managed to slip it into his own pocket.
“No more morning blow jobs with the others around,” Harry said, giving Fenrir a point look that hopefully made his point that he was completely one hundred per cent agreed with Callie on this issue. “Looks like you have to curb your exhibitionist streak, Wolfie,” he finished, placing a soft kiss on the Alpha’s lips.
Fenrir gave his mate a frown, he had rather liked knowing that the others could hear him. The fact that most of them had been awake to know that his little mate could satisfy him was a huge turn on for him and he wasn’t sure he wanted to give that up easily. “I’m not sure I agree,” he said, quite seriously which made Harry smile as he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah well, I already did on our behalf,” Harry said, watching the Alpha’s frown turn into a scowl. “Sorry, Wolfie,” Harry paused for a moment to think, unfortunately he was using the head without a brain to do it. “Any chance we can go downwind of the rotting bodies because I’m seriously horny right now.”
Fenrir smirked, he was definitely on board with that plan, but… “What about your no sex rule?” he questioned. He was well and truly on board with not having pups yet, he didn’t want to risk it again, he had been stupid to do so the first time.
“Oh, we are good on that front for the next three months,” Harry told him with a grin. “You can thank Callie for that too.”
As the Alpha pushed himself to his feet he couldn’t help but agree that Callie definitely deserved some kind of appreciation; he would think of some way to thank her later when his mind was less preoccupied. As he had stood up he had ensured that he had kept a firm grip upon his mate, taking Harry with him. The teenager’s legs remained wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. Harry’s lips kissing along his jaw and nibbling gently upon his earlobe, all of it was enough to drive him mad with wanting to take him, and certainly redirecting the blood flow from his brain to somewhere much further south.
He considered for a moment; the most direct route to where he had in mind was through the clearing, but with the rest of the pack there they would never get there without a hundred and one questions, not to mention distractions, and so to avoid these he headed off to go the slightly longer way around. Harry was clearly every bit as impatient as he was; he could already feel his little mate’s erection starting to press stubbornly and insistently against him, his own length filling and making his jeans uncomfortably tight as he walked.
He had intended to go much further away from where they had been but, as he inhaled deeply and caught no trace of the blood or bodies of those wretched dead strays, he decided it was far enough. He was too hard to think about going anywhere else and the feel of his mate’s erection rubbing against him just made him more impatient. Here would have to do.
“I have you, little one,” Fenrir said, when Harry let out a small yelp as the Alpha lowered him to the ground.
“Don’t let me go, Fen,” Harry pleaded, his voice soft, coming out as a whisper.
“I won’t,” he stated simply as he helped Harry out of his jumper, shedding his own leather jacket. His little mate was his, he would keep it that way; he would care for him in every way he could and right now that meant taking care of his rather pressing need, a need that they currently both shared. It was a need that was pressing against his own, as he lay Harry on his back beneath him.
“I want you,” Harry gasped out, arching his back to press his erection into the hard, muscular body of his mate. “Please, Fen.”
Of course Fenrir would never deny his mate, not if he could help it. He certainly wasn’t going to deny him this time, not when he had pleaded for it so sweetly. It helped that his own desires were completely in line with what Harry seemed to have in mind, though they were both wearing far too many clothes for either of their liking, if the way Harry’s little hands were scrambling to get at the button on his jeans were anything to go by.
“Patience, little one,” the Alpha said with a chuckle at his mate’s insistence. He reached down and easily popped the button that Harry was struggling with, letting out a groan as his little mate pulled the zip down and freed his hard length from the denim.
“Fuck patience, I’m too horny for patience,” Harry told his in a slightly breathy voice, as his fingers wrapped around Fenrir’s erection, his own hips pushing up to press their bodies together.
Fenrir snorted in amusement at that, as he started to free Harry from his own jeans. He smirked at his rather flushed looking mate as he hooked his fingers under the waistband on the jeans and Harry unwrapped his legs and fingers long enough for him to pull the material down, exposing Harry’s slender hips and legs.
Harry groaned in arousal and frustration as the Alpha placed little nips at the insides of his thighs as he moved his way back up Harry’s body. Firm fingers dug into his hips and waist as Fenrir seemed to have decided he needed to taste everywhere on his chest and neck. “Fen…!” Harry grumbled as his hands, that were repeatedly trying to touch at either of them, were knocked to the side.
“Problem?” Fenrir asked, pressing his lips firmly against Harry, pulling back with a very smug expression as his little mate tried to push up and deepen the kiss.
“Stop teasing!” Harry demanded. He honestly felt like his head was about to explode… both of them actually, and all without Fenrir even touching him anywhere other than to tease.
“And you call me bossy,” Fenrir pointed out with a very amused expression as he reached back and pulled the lube from his pocket, placing another kiss to Harry’s lips. Harry let out a little whine when Fenrir sat up. “I stopped teasing,” the Alpha stated, chuckling at the adorable annoyed growl that Harry made in response.
Fenrir was rather enjoying watching his little mate and took his time squeezing some of the lube onto his fingers and placing the tube carefully to one side, so that he could reach it easily. He was looking forward to making Harry writhe beneath him and he wouldn’t be happy until he was spouting profanities and begging to be taken. The Alpha moved his hand where he began to stroke gently over his mate’s puckered entrance with a slicked up finger and was delighted when Harry moaned, loudly.
Teasing his little mate, he pushed in gently before pulling out again. Harry pushed himself down, needing to feel his mate but Fenrir was determined; he was taking this slowly no matter how much his erection was aching. He was going to make sure that Harry was prepared and stretched properly.
Harry rocked his hips at the still strange sensation of Fenrir’s large fingers inside his arse, stretching him, though the lube definitely eased the way more than the use of just saliva had. He watched his mate sitting between his legs, one hand thrusting into him, and the other reaching out and wrapping gently around his erection, stroking him; Fenrir’s own erection standing out proudly.
Harry groaned as a second finger was added along with the first, he pushed himself down on to them, the pressure driving him to distraction, there were too many sensations happening all at once and his mind was whirling. It felt like no time at all, and an age, before a third finger joined the other two, and pressed against just the right spot inside making him arch his back and gasp for air.
“Damn it, Fen, please,” Harry begged, his hands gripping at the dirt beneath them. He was desperate for more, needing for his large man to be inside him already; he had no idea how Fenrir was managing to hold out so long when he was struggling to even keep his eyes open enough to glare demandingly at the older man.
Fenrir couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement; he was about ready to blow himself but holding back his orgasm was worth it to see how it was affecting his little mate. It boosted his ego massively to see the effect he had on Harry. However, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Grabbing the tube of lube once more he put a little more on his fingers and began to coat his already weeping cock.
“Ready, little one?” the Alpha asked, positioning himself over his little mate, Harry’s legs automatically going round Fenrir’s waist, his heels digging into the muscles of the Alpha's lower back, drawing him forward as his hands wrapped around Fenrir’s neck.
“Fuck yes,” Harry told him, looking into golden eyes with need. He felt as though he had been ready and waiting for far too long already. He pushed his hips up so that their erections rubbed together and it was all that Fenrir needed. Taking his erection in one hand he positioned himself at his mate’s entrance, pushing the tip inside, taking a huge amount of pleasure from the small gasp that Harry made.
The tight heat that surrounded him was almost enough to make him orgasm the moment he pushed himself all the way in. He had never been more grateful to Callie for anything and next time he was in town he was getting more of this stuff that made it so much easier to fuck his little mate. Distracting himself with anything other than his beautiful mate writhing and mewling beneath him he tried to strive off his climax.
Harry had no idea how, in the space of one day, he had managed to forget the intensity of having his large mate inside him, but he wanted, needed, him to move. Though when he looked into Fenrir’s eyes he couldn’t help but look a little bit pleased with himself; the Alpha seemed to be focusing very intently and Harry’s ego felt a little bit inflated by the realisation that Fenrir was trying to calm himself down so as to make this last.
“You okay there, Wolfie?” Harry asked, his voice husky and breathless, as he pressed himself down further onto his mate, driving Fenrir’s erection deeper inside him, making them both groan with pleasure.
Fenrir didn’t answer but instead pulled his hips back slowly, before pressing himself back inside his mate. There had been occasional moments over the years where he had resented having to wait for so long for his mate, but he had not regretted waiting for a single moment since Harry had come to the pack, despite the added troubles that had come with him. He was certain it had been worth it all when he was fucking his little mate like this.
Harry could no longer control himself as Fenrir sped up his thrusts, hitting the sweet spot inside of him making him almost scream out his pleasure. The teen dug his nails into his mate’s back as he felt his orgasm approaching, dragging them down the muscled back, knowing he had left claw marks that Fenrir would wear with pride until they healed over.
Moving his hand to encircle his mate’s cock, Fenrir began to pump him in time with his thrusts as he buried himself inside his mate, he felt his balls tighten and knew that it was only going to be moments until he came. He knew that Harry was close too and he would be damned if he came first.
“Come for me, little one,” Fenrir growled and with that whispered demand Harry let himself fall over the edge, knowing that, as always, Fenrir would catch him. He covered both their chests with the pearly white substance as he rode out his orgasm, gasping for breath. A second later the Alpha followed him over into the precipice, spilling himself into his mate with a loud roar.
“That… was great,” Harry said, lifting his head up to place a kiss on Fenrir’s chest. His mate seemed to be fighting to get his breath back and he gasped at the growing pressure of the Alpha’s knot swelling inside him.
Fenrir groaned as he felt his little mate shifting his arse on his cock, it was sending sparks of sensation through him, but he gritted his teeth as Harry made himself comfortable. The Alpha wrapped his arms under Harry and lifted him off the ground into his arms; there was a certain completeness to having his little mate there.
“I’m going to miss you,” Harry said softly as he nuzzled against his mate’s neck, placing soft kisses there.
“You don’t have to leave,” Fenrir stated. He half wanted to forbid his little mate from going to Hogwarts, but he knew Harry well enough to know that it would only have the opposite effect; he didn’t really believe that Harry was change his mind about going anyway, and he would have said something if he had already.
“I do have to, Fen, and you already know why,” Harry said. “I need answers, but we will just have to make up for it at the full moons,” he suggested, kissing at the Alpha’s jaw. His mate’s words had been close to a request for him not to leave, though neither of them would say so, but the intent still gave Harry little flutters inside.
“We will,” Fenrir agreed, it would be those full moons that would keep him going in the months between. His instincts were still telling him not to let his precious little one out of his reach; even with Clay and Romy going with Harry, it felt reckless and his wolf was protesting.
“Can I take one of our blankets with me?” Harry asked suddenly, remembering the idea he had had before.
“Why?” the Alpha asked gently, his head tipped to the side slightly as he looked questioning at his little mate. He had no objection but it just seemed like a curious request for Harry to make.
“Because it’ll smell like you,” the teenager explained, looking a little shy at the admission. He had been planning to take one of the blankets secretly, but now it felt right that his mate should know about it; he wanted Fenrir to understand that he was sincere when he said that he would miss him.
Fenrir didn’t need to say anything; he drew his mate into a deep kiss, rocking his hips forward to push his knot a little deeper inside of the teenager making him gasp out in surprise as their kiss deepened.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” Harry asked a little breathlessly as their kiss broke.
“It was a yes, little one.”
“I would ask if we can just stay like this all day and night, but I am already getting cold,” Harry admitted, nuzzling against the Alpha as he shivered. It really was far too cold to be sitting in the middle of a forest butt naked, even for werewolves.
Fenrir said nothing but reached back enough to grab his leather jacket, throwing it over Harry’s shoulders. “Not that long, little one, but a while I think.” Gratefully, the teenager drew the leather around him as he cuddled against his mate, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent as he closed his eyes.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered a little sleepily, the Alpha’s body and jacket keeping him warm against the winters chill. He was so comfortable, and now warm too, that he felt himself being pulled into sleep despite it only being late afternoon.
“I’ll always take care of you, little one,” Fenrir said, his gruff voice surprisingly soft as he realised that Harry had fallen asleep and his words went unheard, though he had meant each one.

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