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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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We are rapidly approaching the two year anniversary for this story, so here is one more update before then. Hope you all enjoy it.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 85 - Adoption
It was just before lunch when Harry and Fenrir finally made their way back to the clearing. Robin interrupting the two of them had done nothing to curb their appetite for one another and they had fooled around for a while longer, more than happy to just spend some time alone together.
Callie and Romy had been preparing lunch together when the Alpha pair had returned to the clearing, giving the two submissive's the perfect opportunity to talk. Callie had seen how close her daughter and nephew had become, though she could tell that they were trying to be subtle about it while they were at home and she suspected that this was for Jenson’s sake.
“You understand that we won’t be angry if you’re sleeping with Clay,” Callie said gently, she wanted to make sure Romy knew that she could talk to her about anything. Romy had been through a lot in her life and she never wanted her daughter to feel like she had to face anything alone.
“Mum!” Romy said, unable to believe that her mother had just said that to her; it wasn’t something that she thought she would ever hear her mother say. “For your information we haven’t actually…”
“Still? Well, I’m shocked, though not in a bad way,” Callie hastened to add, “I think that he is being rather sweet, waiting until you’re ready.” She knew how much Clay adored Romy, but she was still impressed that he had been able to hold himself back, to wait until Romy was definitely ready to take that step; it certainly made her feel a lot better about their relationship.
“I am ready,” Romy said with a sigh, not feeling very comfortable with discussing this with her mother. She trusted Clay completely and she wanted that intimacy with him; he had been the one to decide not to take their relationship further. “It doesn’t seem to matter to him,” she added, glancing over at where Clayton was occupying Niko while Harry and Fenrir were occupying each other in an entirely different way.
“Romy, sweetheart, you have years to enjoy that aspect of life. I highly approve of how Clay is behaving, I think it’s admirable.” Callie couldn’t help but smile at her daughter, so proud of her. “Hogwarts might not be the best place for your first time with him,” she pointed out, wanting Romy to have that special moment with Clay, not for it to be thrown away in haste.
“I know and I guess it’s going to get a little more crowded there now too,” Romy said with a scowl, glancing over to where Robin was lounging in the grass, her skirt having ridden up to the point of almost exposing herself and her top only barely covering her breasts.
“You need to be civil to her,” Callie said with heavy disapproval, “she is part of this pack, regardless of her faults and I know there are many. And she will be going to Hogwarts with you on Monday morning regardless of how you three feel about her,” she added with a stern expression, before Romy had a chance to start complaining about the newest pack member. If for no other reason, Callie wanted Robin gone so that she didn’t cause any more trouble with the dominants in the pack.
“She’s just so…” Romy said vaguely, waving her hand a little as she searched for the words she was looking for. She had never actually met anyone like Robin before, and was glad for that now; the girl was everything she had never wanted to be.
“I know,” Callie said softly, with a sigh. She didn’t think much of Robin either, but the girl was still in their pack and they had to find a way to live with that. “But you still need to be nice,” she added, hoping that Romy could at least understand that.
“She brings out the worst in me,” Romy said with a frown. She didn’t like how she had treated Robin, but she had felt unable to hold herself back. And then when the girl had had the nerve to hit on Clayton right in front of her, and then implied that she was going to take Fenrir from Harry… The new girl in the pack was just awful and Romy wanted nothing to do with her.
“I think she brings the worst out of everyone,” Callie admitted, glancing over to the girl in question. Most of the dominants seemed to have just taken to ignoring Robin when possible, but their patience was being tested; the submissives, however, just seemed to get riled by her, so easily too.
“Then why are we putting up with her, mum?” Romy asked earnestly. She knew that Fenrir was bringing in others to supposedly help keep Harry safe, but there was no way that this girl was going to be any use on that front. “She’s awful,” she said with a sigh.
“Regardless, she is part of the pack, young lady,” Callie stated firmly. They were a family, and they stuck together, particularly with all the problems they were facing. Robin was one of them whether they liked it or not, that was how their pack worked. “We have enough trouble without you causing fights with Robin,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, well, she started it,” Romy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. She knew that it was a little childish, but she didn’t care at that moment, she just wanted Robin gone. She didn’t trust her, at all.
“Hmm, I really think that those two boys have had a bad effect on you,” Callie said softly, a scowl of disapproval on her face. “Honestly, Romy, I thought better of you than that.” Her daughter was normally a kind, considerate, gentle soul, who could find some good in everyone, and she wasn’t quite sure what it was about Robin that was getting to Romy so particularly strongly.
“Sorry, Mum,” Romy said. She hated that she had disappointed her mother, she so rarely had been spoken to in such a tone and she didn’t like it, but she couldn’t help the way that Robin made her feel. She certainly wasn’t about to pretend to actually like her or anything.
“Just rise above it, and try to remember that you are better than all that,” Callie said, holding out her arm in invitation, glad when Romy moved closer and leaned into her side a little. “I love you, and I know this isn’t easy, but don’t let her turn you into something you’re not.”
“Thanks, Mum,” Romy said softly, relishing their closeness, and using the moment to reach down and press a hand to her mother’s still flat belly. “How is my little brother or sister doing?” she asked, keen to change the subject from Robin.
“Good,” Callie told her, as they pulled apart, getting back to preparing lunch, “better now that Harry made those potions for me.” She had been very glad for the anti-nausea potion Harry had included when the pregnancy potion had actually initially made her feel worse. It had been something they knew might happen though, the strength of the pregnancy causing her symptoms to increase.
“He was really happy to be able to help,” Romy told her mother. “He was always going to love the chance to brew something new and different, but I think that he was really honoured that you and Dad asked him to make them.”
“Harry seems to be doing well,” Callie said, “since Fenrir’s punishment.” She had been concerned that the Alpha was taking things too far, and was going to end up pushing Harry away, but it seemed that her fears were for nothing, because the Alpha pair seemed stronger than ever.
“He is. He is just becoming more responsible,” Romy said with a nod, “though I think part of that is because he's approaching sixteen; I have been seeing a bit of that in Clay too,” she told her mother.
Callie nodded. “That’s likely true, they are coming into their true places in the pack,” she explained. “I have noticed it in both of them too.” She thought that part of Clay’s maturity was also to do with him wanting to be worthy of Romy, but she was happy to let her daughter just enjoy their relationship without adding any of that pressure.
“Can I tell Clay?” Romy asked suddenly, turning to look at her mother. “About your pregnancy I mean,” she clarified when Callie looked at her in confusion. “Most of the pack know anyway now, and I don’t like leaving him in the dark.”
“I don’t see why not, sweetheart,” Callie said, not wanting the truth of her pregnancy to be something that came between Romy and Clay, because Romy was right, most of the pack did know now, and it wasn’t fair to keep it hidden from Clay just because he had been at Hogwarts when all the others found out. “As long as you aren’t planning one of your own,” she said teasingly.
“Goodness no,” Romy said with a small laugh. “He’s maturing but not that quickly and besides, I can’t even get him to sleep with me,” Romy said and Callie couldn’t help but laugh at her daughter’s silliness.
FGHP
“Fen, before you go off and do whatever it is that you need to do, can we talk, it’s kind of important,” Harry said as he saw his mate spy Robin on her own. He knew that the Alpha would want to talk to Robin after she had walked in on them but he needed a word first.
“Yes, little one,” Fenrir said, knowing that he had to have some stern words with the sixteen year old girl about wandering off alone when there were so many dangers lurking around but he wouldn’t disregard Harry to do so; his mate would always come first.
“It’s about Niko,” the submissive said, spying where the ten year old was playing with Clayton, the two dominants play fighting and laughing, rolling all over the ground getting absolutely filthy. “I think we should talk to him, make sure he’s okay with us taking steps to adopt him.”
“Why?” Fenrir asked, looking at his mate with confusion. He was under the impression that the decision had been made, that the two of them were going to adopt Niko as their own, and he didn’t understand what there was to discuss with the young boy.
“Because he’s ten years old and has an opinion of his own,” Harry said with a tone of fond exasperation at his mate. He wanted Niko to be theirs, but he wanted the ten year old to want that too. If it really wasn’t what Niko wanted, then he and Lukas would find another way to keep him safe.
“Fine,” the Alpha agreed a little huffily, clearly not seeing the point of having such a conversation. Niko was just a pup and they were the Alpha pair, they could make decisions and they didn’t need his permission; however, if it was important to Harry he would allow it.
“I can do it if you have other things to do,” Harry told him, realising that his mate wasn’t particularly pleased with his suggestion. He hoped that Fenrir would see Niko as the priority here, but the Alpha had to decide that for himself.
“No, we will talk to him,” Fenrir told him firmly. If it was going to be discussed then he was going to be there. Niko was a pup in his pack, and going to be his son, the ten year old was his responsibility.
“Thank you, Fen,” Harry said earnestly, wrapping his arms around his mate and leaning against him, as the Alpha’s arms wrapped around him. “You know he really looks up to you,” he said, smiling up at his mate, sure that Fenrir was going to be a great father, not only to Niko, but to their future biological children too.
“If you say so,” Fenrir said gruffly. He had seen that a lot in the way Niko acted around him, especially in comparison to how he was with the others. The ten year old listened to him a lot more than he listened to anyone else, as was right given his place as Alpha, but there was something more there too.
“I do, now come on, you great oaf, let’s go and talk to our son,” Harry said with amusement, releasing his hold on the older man, though linking their fingers together so that their contact would remain. It was something Harry desperately missed when he was at school, so while he was in the territory with the others he was going to make sure that he touched the Alpha as much as possible.
As they passed her, on the way to see Niko, Harry couldn’t stop himself from glaring at Robin. She was scantily clad in an obvious attempt to attract male attention and Harry thought it rather pathetic. However, he was very wary of the girl, she wanted his mate after all, he wasn’t going to trust her even a little bit.
“Having fun?” Harry asked with a small laugh as Clay allowed for Niko to pin him before reaching up and tickling the ten year old mercilessly.
“Stop,” Niko screeched through his laughter, “I’m going to pee my pants!”
Laughing, Clay released his hold on the young boy, pulling himself and then Niko up to his feet. Almost at once Niko ran to Harry and hugged him. Fenrir looked at them fondly, knowing that he was making the right choice in adopting the boy, it was something that both he and Harry needed.
“We were actually hoping to talk to you,” Harry said, addressing Niko, “and don’t worry you’re not in any trouble, we’d just like to talk. Is that okay?” he added when the ten year old looked decidedly concerned.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Clay said with a grin, “I’ll see if the ladies need help with the cooking,” he added; however, before he could get far at all, Fenrir had grabbed hold of him, ceasing his movement.
“No,” the Alpha growled, “I don’t want food poisoning; help Jenson,” he added, motioning over to where the Beta was moving logs from the cave and over to the fire. Clay laughed, nodding in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't have been any help with the food prep, he had only wanted to stare at Romy.
Harry waited until Clay was a fair distance away before gesturing to Niko to sit, pulling Fenrir down as he too sat down. Harry pulled the ten year old on to his lap almost at once, wanting to make it perfectly clear that no one was in trouble here.
“Are you happy here?” Harry asked, knowing that he was going to be doing most of the talking here, Fenrir wasn’t great at expressing his feelings at the best of times, he wasn’t expecting for the Alpha to suddenly change now.
“Yes,” Niko said at once, not even stopping to hesitate, “I don’t want to go anywhere. You aren’t going to send me anywhere are you?” the ten year old asked nervously.
“No,” Fenrir said quickly. He didn’t want for his young charge to think that that was ever going to be an option. He cared for the boy a great deal and there was nothing that could make him want to send him away.
“Exactly,” Harry said, smiling at Fenrir, “we’re actually looking at making your place here official, but only if it’s okay with you,” Harry said, wanting to explain it in a way that the young boy would understand.
“What do you mean?” Niko asked, feeling a little confused about what Harry was trying to say to him. He didn’t quite understand how they could make his place in the pack more official, he was here, he was living with them and he loved every single member of the pack, more so Fenrir and Harry but he still loved them all.
“Well,” Harry began, wanting to pick his words very carefully, “I was thinking that maybe we could adopt you,” Harry said cautiously. “On paper we,” and at this Harry motioned between himself and Fenrir, “would be your legal guardians.”
“You’d really be my parents?” Niko asked with excitement, looking up at Harry with wide, astounded eyes, he had never thought that this would have been possible, though he felt it in his heart. He just thought that it was a werewolf thing, he didn’t think that it could actually happen.
“Yes,” Fenrir said, watching the ten year old carefully, glad that Niko seemed to be pleased with the idea. He wasn’t sure why Harry had been so concerned with talking to the kid about it, he could have predicted this reaction from the young boy.
“Though I want to make it very clear that no one will ever replace your biological parents,” Harry said firmly, “they will always be your real parents and no one should ever replace them in your heart but, if you let us, we can take over now that they’re gone.”
With that said, Fenrir finally understood why it was that Harry had wanted to talk to Niko. He had not considered how Niko might feel about them becoming his parents when his real parents had died not long ago. Harry was still amazing him, considering the feelings of others before himself and taking care of the pack just like an Alpha mate should. It was a stark contrast to how Robin behaved and it made Fenrir very grateful for his beautiful little mate.
“I do miss them,” Niko said sadly, thinking about his biological parents always did make him sad, but he knew that he had a new family here and, considering what could have happened, he knew how lucky he was. “I’m happy here though, I really like it here. My mum and dad worked a lot and left me on my own, I didn’t know them very well.”
“We won’t leave you on your own here,” Harry said with a smile, holding the little boy close unable to believe that anyone would leave a ten year old alone, he certainly wasn’t going to be doing that with Niko or in fact with any of their children. “We won’t, will we, Fen,” Harry said, looking to his mate.
Fenrir looked dubious, he didn’t think that this was a realistic promise to make the ten year old. “One of the pack will be with you,” he said, thinking that this much at the very least was true. He didn’t want to lie to any of his pack members and with Harry away at school he couldn’t promise to watch over the ten year old constantly himself.
“If you need to talk about your parents, about your life before you came here then we are always here to listen,” Harry said, placing a soft kiss to Niko’s head. “Right, Fen?” he added, giving his mate a stern look.
“Yes,” the Alpha grunted, not being at all happy at the fact that Harry was lending him out as an agony aunt. “You two stay here,” he said, getting to his feet, rather pleased that this little heart-to-heart was finished. He now had to go and talk to Robin, a slightly more serious issue because that girl needed to get her act together or she wasn’t going to be remaining in the pack very long.
Harry nodded his agreement, knowing that his mate had to go and talk to Robin after what she had done. It was a conversation that Harry was more than happy to sit on the side lines for and watch as it unfolded. He was going to rather enjoy watching the annoying girl get told off.
It seemed that a lot of the pack felt the same way; Romy had stopped what she was doing over by the fire and was watching as the Alpha stalked unhappily towards the half naked Robin. It was as if the entire clearing was holding its breath, it had never been so quiet in the entire time Harry had lived here.
“It’s not my fault there’s no privacy around here,” Robin said defensively, hurriedly getting to her feet, having spotted Fenrir storming towards her.
“You don’t go into the woods alone,” the Alpha told her sternly, his voice a deep and annoyed growl as he reached her, taking a firm grip on her upper arm when it looked like the blonde girl was about to make a run for it.
“I was bored, and lonely,” she told him, giving him her best pout and puppy dog eyes. The Alpha didn’t seem at all swayed though, and so her expression quickly morphed back into a determined scowl. “Why do you all hate me?”
“Probably because you’re a spoiled brat,” Clay said in a very carrying whisper.
“Clayton,” Damon said in a warning tone. Dealing with Robin was quite difficult enough without his son provoking her as well.
“You’re a member of this pack, a sub,” Fenrir went on, determined to make Robin understand. “You’ll do as your told.”
“Why should I?” Robin argued back petulantly, crossing her arms over her chest as best she could with the large Alpha maintaining his grip on her.
“So you don’t up dead or raped!” Fenrir all but roared at her, and the blood seemed to drain from the girl’s face. The pack around them were talking in quiet whispers, a little surprised by the Alpha’s words, but understanding that Robin had to hear the reality of their situation.
“You wouldn’t?” Robin asked, sounding a little faint, horrified that Fenrir would even think to threaten her with such things.
“No,” Fenrir snapped impatiently. “But the strays in the woods around our territory would,” he told her, needing to understand that there were really good reasons for the rules he imposed on his pack. He was going to keep them safe, even if they hated him for it.
“I… I don’t believe you,” Robin said, though the trembling of her voice belied her words.
“Then ask Harry,” Fenrir said, gesturing to his mate, who was sitting holding onto a very confused looking Niko. “Or Romy. Or Tessie. Or Callie. Or Micha,” he added, the anger in his voice rising with each name, as he realised just how many of the submissives in his pack had been attacked.
“They’re nothing; no one would hurt me, they’d worship me,” Robin said, though her voice wavered a little, glancing over to the pack members that Fenrir had mentioned each in turn.
“No one in this pack is nothing,” Fenrir growled angrily. He was furious that anyone would think any member of the pack beneath them. Apart from the natural pack hierarchy with the Alpha and Beta pairs at the top of the ladder, everyone else was equal. Fenrir didn’t even like to impose the position of Omega unless it was a punishment as he didn’t believe that anyone deserved to be treated in that way.
“I’m still better than them, no one would hurt me like that, they just wouldn’t,” Robin said stubbornly. She was rather annoyed that her voice didn’t remain as firm as she had wanted it to, it more reflected her feelings inside.
“Then go and take your chances,” Fenrir snarled, losing his patience with the young girl completely. If she was so sure that she wouldn’t be hurt by the strays as some of the others had been then he was more than happy for her to go and find out for herself just how brutal reality could be.
“Fenrir, you can’t do that,” Harry said gently as he came to stand beside his mate. The Alpha had been so wrapped up in his rather irritating conversation with Robin that he hadn’t noticed his submissive approaching, their son following in his wake, wanting to remain close.
“I don’t need you to stand up for me,” Robin snapped, glaring at Harry rather hatefully, crossing her arms over her chest.
Harry just ignored her, turning to his dominant and looking up at him imploringly. “You know that you wouldn’t just let her go,” he said as Niko cuddled into his side and Harry just accepted him there. “I might find her physically repulsive but no one deserves that.”
“Harry’s right,” Jenson said. He strongly suspected that actually Fenrir would have happily let her go, but then would have followed her, let her get a scare but not hurt; however, he knew that it would be preferable to deal with the situation without putting their newest pack member in danger. Not to mention that he didn’t think it wise to provoke the strays in such a manner.
“You might not believe us, but we do want to keep you safe,” Callie added from where she was stood with Jenson and Romy.
“Wouldn’t know it from the poisonous food you insist on making,” Robin snapped, refusing to take their kind words as they were meant, instead throwing an insult at them instead.
“Enough!” Fenrir roared and the pack fell silent, even Robin had the good sense not to speak. “You will be punished,” he told the girl sternly.
“What for?!” Robin exclaimed in horror.
“For walking off into the woods alone,” Fenrir told her, “and for disrespecting me, my mate and this pack.” He scowled at her, working out what he could do that would make this girl realise that she didn’t live in her pampered little world any more.
“I will walk where I want,” Robin insisted stubbornly, trying to pry the Alpha’s hand off of her arm with no success.
“Jenson,” Fenrir snapped, his nose scrunched up as her flailing arms wafted the overpowering smell of her perfume around her. “Find and get rid of her perfume,” he instructed.
“No, you can’t!” Robin cried out.
“Now, Jenson,” Fenrir insisted and Jenson just gave a curt nod in the Alpha's direction before heading off towards Robin’s suitcase, where the perfume was most likely being kept.
The Alpha found himself rather pleased with Robin’s reaction; he hadn’t even meant it as a punishment particularly, he was just nauseated by the smell of it and wasn’t going to allow her to continue to pollute the air around them with her chemicals, but apparently denying this girl her material possessions was rather effective.
“Oh thank fuck for that,” Clayton said, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he too caught another whiff of it. He was glad she wouldn’t be wearing it when she got to Hogwarts with them, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to cope.
“Don’t,” Damon said warningly to his son, not wanting for Clayton to make it worse. Clay had a talent for sticking his foot in it at the worst possible moment and that was the last thing they needed right now. He hadn’t noticed though how Romy had slowly edged closer to Clay, placing her hand upon his wrist, a move that he knew was meant to calm him down, something submissive’s tended to do with their mates.
At this point Robin was throwing a fit, having to he held back by Fenrir while Jenson rummaged within her suitcase to find the perfume. The Alpha had no problem restraining the frantic sixteen year old but he didn’t enjoy it at all, though he was going to feel a lot better knowing that he wouldn’t have to smell the cheap chemical scent any more.
Niko had buried his head into Harry’s side, not wanting to watch. Jaylon had retreated as far away as he could from the fray with Tessie and Remus, who were both more than happy to distract the skittish young man from what was going on. Lukas was doing his very best to usher Callie, Harry, Romy and Clayton away from the screaming Robin. Damon just stood watching with Micha in his arms, forever grateful for his little submissive even with how broken he was.
Finally finding what he was looking for, Jenson brought the bottle out of the suitcase, using his wand to vanish the bottle and its contents. However, this only seemed to make Robin worse, kicking and screaming for all she was worth.
Fenrir growled in annoyance at the infuriating teenager fighting against his hold. “Stay here, all of you,” he shouted out, over Robin’s frustrated cries, “no one leaves the clearing,” he instructed, wanting to make it very clear as he picked Robin up off her feet and headed off towards the tree line.
Harry looked a little hurt as he watched Fenrir cart a still screaming and crying Robin off into the forest and out of sight. He trusted Fenrir and he knew that his Alpha would never cheat on him but that still didn’t stop the flicker of jealousy and pain in his heart as he watched them go.
“Mum?” Niko asked quietly from Harry’s side, looking up at him. He didn’t like Robin much, but seeing the Alpha get so angry was rather frightening, and he didn’t really understand why Robin was being the way she was, but Harry was now looking upset, and he didn’t like that at all.
“I’m okay, kid, don’t worry,” Harry said, smiling down at the ten year old. “Why don’t you go see if Clay will show you a new skateboard trick,” he suggested.
Niko looked a little dubious about leaving Harry’s side, especially when he looked so upset, but Harry ruffled his hair and encouraged him over to where Clay was stood with Romy, the two of them having a rather in-depth chat. Jenson was looking at the young couple suspiciously now and Harry was trying to help them; plus he had a legitimate reason for wanting to talk to the Beta wolf.
“Go on,” Harry encouraged, “I need to have a quick chat with Jenson anyway. And I’m not going anywhere; you heard your Dad, we all have to stay in the clearing.”
“Okay,” Niko agreed, still sounding a little reluctant, and the ten year old wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and hugged him tightly, before rushing over to Clay and Romy, jumping right into the middle of their conversation; though neither of them seemed to mind.
Harry chuckled and shook his head, before heading over to Jenson. Between glances towards Romy and Clay, the Beta was still packing the rest of Robin’s things back into her suitcase with surprising care and respect, given how the girl had treated them all so far. “Can I talk to you about something?” Harry asked.
“Hmm?” Jenson hummed, turning to look up at Harry in surprise, apparently having not noticed him approaching. “Oh, of course,” he said, as he shut the suitcase and stood up. “What about?”
“Actually, a magical cabinet,” Harry told him, not wanting to beat around the bush.
“Not exactly what I was expecting but go on,” Jenson said, thinking that it a strange topic of conversation. He was a little concerned about why Harry was asking about such things. The last time he had come across a magical cabinet he had been tracking one down for Narcissa Malfoy.
“A friend of mine is trying to fix one,” Harry told him truthfully. He saw no reason to lie to Jenson, he trusted his Beta wolf with this, he trusted his entire pack and he knew that Jenson would be better equipped to help him if he knew all of the facts.
“The last one I came across was in full working order,” Jenson said sceptically, turning to give Harry his full attention now that he was done with Robin’s belongings.
“I think this is the other one,” Harry said, “my friend, Draco Malfoy, is trying to repair it. His mother has the other one, he wants to give her and his little brother safe passage out of their home; it’s dangerous for them there.”
“And you’re helping them,” Jenson stated, not overly happy that Harry was getting himself involved in such things, it was not anything he thought Fenrir would have approved of either if he were honest.
“Trying to,” Harry said. “Draco and his little brother are Clay’s siblings too, by blood anyway. And my Dad considered them family too, so they are sort of my family as well.”
“I don’t know if I even can help fix it,” Jenson told him honestly, knowing that without actually seeing it, it would be difficult to know what to suggest. He was a little stunned that the boys had even managed to find the second one. The person he had bought the one for Mrs Malfoy off of had been quite insistent that no one had seen its partner in well over a century; though he supposed that it being broken explained by no one had been able to go through and find it.
“Could you just have a think on it, let me know if you can think of some things to try?” Harry pleaded, looking up at Jenson imploringly. “Brax is only six months old, we can’t just leave him stuck there.”
“Hmmm,” Jenson hummed, knowing full well that he was being manipulated but seeing Harry’s point. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from thinking about the cabinet now anyway, partly from his own curiosity, but mostly from knowing that it might help an innocent child. “I will think on it,” he agreed reluctantly.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Harry exclaimed excitedly, throwing his arms around Jenson’s waist. He had complete faith that the man would be able to work it out.
“In case I can’t fix it,” Jenson said seriously, “try and find another way to get them out of there. Just, whatever you do, don’t try and do it without help.”
“Why do you think I’m talking to you?” Harry asked with a sweet smile on his face. “In all seriousness,” Harry said, wanting to make sure that Jenson knew how seriously he was taking this, “I’m trying to ask for help, I’ve made mistakes and I don’t want to make any more. We’re a family and whether we like it or not the Malfoys are part of that.”
“I understand, I will help them in any way I can,” Jenson said with a nod of his head. “I am immensely proud of you, Harry, you are not even sixteen yet and you’re thinking and acting like a man twice your years. You have truly earned your place in this pack, despite your mistakes, never forget that.”
FGHP
Seamus was walking a little aimlessly around the castle, half in the hope of finding more of his missing belongings, and half just because it felt too weird being in the forest room without Harry, Romy and Clay there. There were a few other students around, given it was Saturday, but for early March it was surprisingly warm out and therefore many students had headed out into the grounds.
He didn’t really want to be out there, knowing the stares that would be sent his way, he just wanted to be left alone to his thoughts, because he definitely had plenty of those. It was almost the full moon; he had just one more day before he would know for certain just how irrevocably his life had changed.
“Seamus,” a familiar voice called out from behind him, and he turned quickly, not wanting to leave his back exposed, and spotted Dean approaching him.
“I thought you might have forgotten my name,” Seamus said bitterly; this was the first that Dean had spoken to him since that stupid fight that had started this whole mess.
Dean shrugged his shoulders, coming to a stop a few feet from where Seamus was standing. “What did you expect?” he asked dismissively. “It wasn’t like things could just go back to how they were, not with what you are.”
Seamus gave an annoyed huff, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m still me, you know. The only thing that’s really changed is that I can see now that the people I cared about never cared about me at all, and are all too scared to even be near me.”
“You’re a werewolf, Seamus,” Dean exclaimed with irritation, as though it was the Irishman who was being irrational. “Of course we’re all scared!”
“Did it occur to you that I might be scared?” Seamus demanded to know. “That I might need my friends while I try to work out what this all means for my life?”
“I am sorry this happened to you,” Dean said earnestly, “but you’re still…”
“Still what?” Seamus asked defensively.
“You mean you haven’t realised yet?” another voice said from behind Seamus, and they turned to face Ron, who was standing there looking at Seamus with disgust. “You’re a beast, Finnegan, a monster. And you don’t belong here.”
“Are you this spiteful because of what happened to Ginny and Neville?” Seamus asked, as he barged past Ron, not willing to stick around and listen to more or the red-head’s abuse. “Or were you always just naturally this much of a dick?”
“Fuck you, Finnegan, at least I am not some traitorous monster,” Ron shouted angrily. “Come on, Dean, let’s get out of here,” he said, heading off in the opposite direction to Seamus. Dean hesitated for a moment, watching the Irishman storming away, before he turned and followed Ron.
FGHP
Harry was by the fire, cuddled up with Lukas, enjoying a cup of ceylon tea with him when Fenrir returned. Robin was trudging back behind the Alpha, looking a little worse for wear; and wet from the stream too from the looks of her.
“Harry,” Fenrir demanded as he came close to the fire. Harry, however, ignored his mate, instead pretending to be rather fascinated by the book he held in his lap. He was in a sulk with his Alpha; Fenrir had been gone with Robin a long time and he didn’t like the fact that his mate was having to spend so much time with her. It was exactly what Robin wanted.
“Lukas, this is wonderful tea,” Harry said, turning and smiling at him. Romy, who was helping Callie with the food preparation still, couldn’t help but snigger at Harry’s lack of subtlety.
“Little one,” Fenrir said firmly and a little more loudly, sounding more than a little put out at the lack of response from his mate.
“So this is still your favourite?” Harry asked Lukas conversationally, actually turning a little where he was sitting to put his back more towards Fenrir.
Fenrir growled in annoyance at that, moving over to Harry and picking him up, taking his seat and putting the submissive in his lap before Harry had had a chance to do more than exclaim ‘hey!’.
“Talk to me, little one,” Fenrir said. He knew that his mate was unhappy but he wasn’t sure why. He was not going to pander to his little submissive by allowing him to sulk in such a way, not when the time they had together was so precious.
“Thank you for recommending this book to me, Lukas,” Harry said, once again ignoring his mate and now even Lukas was finding it hard not to laugh a little at what Harry was doing.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Lukas said, struggling to keep a straight face. “The author has written several books about advanced potions, I think I have the rest of them in my house if you’re interested.”
“I am,” Harry said, ignoring the fact that Fenrir was kissing and nibbling at his neck, trying valiantly to get his attention. Finally getting fed up when Harry did not reciprocate his affections, Fenrir got rather irate, getting to his feet and taking Harry with him, Lukas deftly catching the book as it fell from Harry's grip. “Oaf,” Harry muttered as he was carted off into the forest.
“Now you find your voice, little one,” Fenrir commented as he went, thinking that now was the time to show his little mate what he had been making for him while he had been absent from the clearing.
“Only because you’re manhandling me,” Harry said grumpily, “just like how you dragged Robin off into the forest. Are you going to do the same to me as you did to her?” Harry asked, knowing that it was foolish to think that Fenrir had cheated, he knew deep down that he hadn't but that didn’t stop him feeling a little flicker of jealousy.
“You’re not wearing disgusting perfume that needs washing off,” Fenrir pointed out bluntly. He wasn’t sure what Harry thought had happened between him and Robin, but he knew he hadn’t done anything to earn his mate’s mood.
“Oh yes, because you striping her off and washing her is so much better than what I was imagining,” Harry grumbled sarcastically.
“She is a vile submissive,” Fenrir said with no regret, realising that Harry was jealous; jealously he could deal with. He actually found his wolf puffing up with pride at the fact that his submissive cared so deeply about him that he would get jealous over someone as insignificant as Robin. “You are mine, I want no one else.”
“Well then don’t go disappearing off into the woods with other submissives,” Harry suggested, feeling a little foolish now that Fenrir had put things so bluntly. But that didn’t mean he was any more okay with Robin stealing time with him mate away from him.
“You will see how much I care for anyone else when you carry my pups,” Fenrir told him gruffly, nuzzling into his mate’s neck affectionately.
“I want that,” Harry said earnestly, “I want that so much but not now, not while we are in the middle of a war. We have enough to worry about with Callie’s baby. I want to carry your babies so much, Fen.”
“We should practice for them then,” Fenrir said, coming to a stop not far from the clearing, moving Harry so that the submissive’s legs were wrapped around his waist, pinning him up against a tree.
Harry laughed. “Didn’t we already do that earlier? Twice. If I want to be able to walk at all later we probably shouldn’t go again just yet,” Harry said sounding genuinely disappointed about that, particularly now he had his mate’s body between his legs.
“I will carry you,” Fenrir suggested, more than willing to spend the rest of the weekend with his little mate in his arms; that was more or less a bonus as far as he was concerned.
“Fen,” Harry sighed with fond exasperation. “I don’t feel pain and I can still feel you inside of me from the last time,” he explained, needing his mate to realise that this wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex again, it was that he knew it was probably a bad idea.
“Have I hurt you, little one?” the Alpha asked, his voice going from lustful to concerned. He would never apologise for wanting his mate as much as he did, but he never wanted to cause Harry harm.
“No, Fen,” Harry said, trying to reassure his mate, though he knew it would do no good to tell him, the Alpha would need to check him over himself.
Lowering Harry down on to his own two feet, Fenrir began to sniff and lick every inch of Harry’s skin that he could reach, unbuttoning his trousers, needing to make sure that he had not hurt his little mate by his enthusiasm earlier.
“Fen,” Harry moaned as the Alpha’s investigative touches just felt too good. He knew that Fenrir wasn’t trying to turn him on right now, but that didn’t stop how good it felt to have the man’s large hands and tongue all over him. It also didn’t stop the blood rushing to his cock at his mate’s attentions.
Fenrir, however, was on a mission, determined to make sure that his mate was unharmed, continuing to explore his submissive’s body. He soon found himself on his knees behind Harry, parting his cheeks to check the place he most feared he had caused his mate harm.
“Merlin, Fen… please,” Harry gasped out as he felt his mate’s tongue glide delicately across his entrance. The Alpha was firm on the fact that he would not be having sex with his submissive again today out of fear of hurting him but he was also firm in other ways.
“No,” the Alpha said, knowing that there were other ways to satisfy themselves, they didn’t have to make love to one another to find their pleasure. Sometimes Fenrir forgot that he was quite so large and Harry, as tiny as he was, could not be expected to be able to take him constantly. “I want to show you something,” the Alpha said, getting to his feet but not letting his grip fall from his mate.
“Unless what you want to show me is your cock…”
“Hush, little one,” Fenrir chastised, “just look,” he said pointing up above them.
“What are you…?” Harry muttered with confusion as he looked up, following where his mate was pointing. “What is that?” he asked when he spotted something up the tree. He glanced at the trees around them and saw that there was something in them too. “Is this what you were building that time I found you up the tree?” Harry questioned with a widening grin as he looked back to his mate.
“Yes,” Fenrir told him bluntly, as he picked Harry up and swung the submissive around onto his back, his little mate’s arms instinctively going around his neck. “Hold on,” he told him firmly.
“Fen!” Harry exclaimed in shock, clinging on for dear life as his mate started to climb the tree. “You’re insane,” he said with a laugh, “I love you, Fen, but you are completely mad.”
“Hush, little one,” the Alpha said again, as he climbed through the hatch and onto the platform, and helped Harry off his back.
“Wow,” Harry said, looking around at the platforms in the trees around them, linked by little walk ways. “You really built all this?” he asked in awe, turning to face his mate. “Why?”
“I thought you would like it,” Fenrir told him with a shrug of his shoulders, as he sat down on the platform, his back against the trunk of the tree.
“Like it? I love it,” Harry told him excitedly, dropping himself onto Fenrir’s lap and leaning up to press his lips against his mate’s. “This is really amazing, thank you.”
“Perhaps it’ll encourage you not to fly into the trees from now on,” Fenrir said pointedly, threading his fingers through Harry’s hair and tipping his head so that he could look him in the eye.
“Is that why you did this?” Harry asked with amusement, knowing how much the Alpha hated it when he flew out of reach. This was certainly a good compromise, in that he could still go up into the treetops, but now Fenrir would be able to reach him.
“Partly,” the Alpha admitted.
“Partly?” Harry asked looking at his mate with curiosity but then he figured out why the Alpha had done it and he figured it out without Fenrir saying a single word. “You missed me,” he said with a smirk. “This was your way of distracting yourself.”
“I should not have let you leave,” Fenrir told him, wrapping his arms around his mate’s naked body, holding him close. “You’re mine.”
“Yes, Fen, I really am,” Harry said sweetly, “and I am working on being all done with all that Dumbledore mess, and then you will be stuck with me all the time.”
“With our pups too,” Fenrir reminded him; he was definitely looking forward to those days. He knew that now wasn’t the right time, but he wanted that family with his mate.
“Yes, with lots and lots of pups,” Harry agreed, grinning widely.
“Do not joke,” Fenrir told him sternly. He was being serious when he mentioned their future children and he didn’t like the idea that Harry would laugh about it.
“I’m not joking,” Harry told him, his expression softening, his hands on Fenrir’s shoulders as he looked the man in the eye. He loved his mate, and he would love their children, and after having grown up with just his Dad, he wanted their family to be big; he loved his childhood but it had been lonely at times.
“How many?” Fenrir asked curiously, a little surprised by Harry’s words, but not against them having many pups in the future.
“As many as we can keep control of,” Harry told him, breaking into a broad smile once more, leaning up and kissing his mate once more.
FGHP
“Clay stop it,” Romy hissed as her boyfriend glided passed her, his hand grazing against her hip and then across her lower back.
“I can’t help it,” he whispered back. He was really struggling to stay away from her, he missed her. While they were at school there was nothing he couldn’t do, only things he knew he shouldn’t do, at least not yet. Here he wasn’t even allowed to sleep beside her and it was starting to get to him.
“We’ll go for a walk later,” Romy promised, taking a step back from him when Clay went to come closer. She was aware of the fact that her father was close by and she didn’t want that particular argument this weekend, not when things were getting so good between her and Clay.
“Why does it feel as if you are breaking up with me?” Clay asked in a whisper, sounding rather downtrodden at this thought. They hadn’t actually been together that long and he was wondering how he had managed to fuck everything up so badly already.
Romy sighed, realising that he was going to have to address this sooner rather or later. “Mum, are you okay for a minute?” she asked and Callie nodded knowingly, smiling at the two of them. “Come with me,” Romy hissed, grabbing hold of Clay’s arm and dragging him away from the others but being very careful not to leave the clearing. She might not have wanted for her dad to overhear the conversation but she wanted to stay within sight of him.
Clay allowed for himself to be dragged away from the fire and the rest of the pack, not liking the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him he was about to be dumped by the love of his life.
“Romy…” Clay began, feeling completely lost, “I can do so much better… don’t leave me, I’m sorry I’m getting too close when I said I wouldn’t, I just miss you. I miss sleeping next to you, I miss holding your hand, it’s driving me crazy not being able to touch you...”
“Shut up, you idiot,” Romy said affectionately, “I’m not leaving you, I love you far too much for that. It’s just difficult because of my dad; he has enough to worry about right now without adding me and you.”
“What is he worried about?” Clay asked, glancing over to where Jenson was stood behind Callie, nuzzling into her neck while attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to pick up where Romy had left off with the preparation for the dinner.
“Mum’s pregnant,” Romy said, following her boyfriend's gaze and smiling. “They’ve been keeping it a secret for a little while now but mum’s been really sick, though she’s getting better now.”
“Oh, wow," Clay said, looking rather surprised, before turning back to his girlfriend. "And you’re worried that her knowing about the two of us…”
“No, mum knows, I talked to her about it this morning,” Romy told him dismissively; her mother really was completely supportive of their relationship. “It’s Dad that I’m worried about. He’s stressed over his worrying about mum and I don’t want him to react badly to us, I just want things to calm down before we make it official,” she explained, looking imploringly at her boyfriend, willing him to understand.
“We have made it official,” Clay said, his brow furrowed. As far as he was concerned Romy was officially his girlfriend and had been for a few weeks now, so he wasn’t quite sure what she meant.
“Yes, at school we have,” she agreed, “but not here.” She had no intention of trying to hide their relationship from the pack in the long term, but she just didn’t feel ready to share that secret with her Dad just yet. She wanted the two of them to have been together for a bit longer before they had to face the Beta wolf’s wrath.
“I get that he hates me but…” Clay started to say, but Romy held up a hand and cut him off.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Romy told him firmly. “He just doesn’t want me to get hurt,” she explained, needing for Clay to understand that important difference. Jenson had seen how bad things had been for her with Gideon’s pack and so it wasn’t surprising that her adoptive father was terrified of letting anyone hurt her again.
“I’m never going to hurt you,” Clay promised sincerely, taking Romy’s hand in his own, needing to touch her, but taking care to hide the small contact between them from Jenson, using his body.
“I know you're not but he doesn’t know that,” Romy told him earnestly. She trust Clay without question, had come to see just how real his love for her was, but it was going to take time for Jenson to understand that. “Please just trust me,” she requested.
“I do trust you, with all my heart,” Clay told her.
“You really are a big cheese ball,” Romy said, unable to keep the dopey grin from her face. She found it hard to remember why she had ever even tried to resist his charms.
“Clayton,” Jenson bellowed from across the clearing, attracting their attention. The Beta didn’t like how much attention Romy was giving Clayton but he knew that now was the time to talk to Clay because he knew that it was likely his daughter was going to fall in love with the boy sooner rather than later.
“Play nice,” Romy whispered to Clay as the two of them returned back over to the others. Clayton resisted the urge to take Romy’s hand and squeeze it before heading towards the Beta wolf.
“You will accompany me on a hunt,” the Beta said somewhat harshly. Clayton knew when not to argue with the Beta and when not to give him any cheek either. Instead he nodded his head and followed after Jenson as he headed off into the forest. They were only able to go now that Fenrir had reappeared, carrying Harry in his arms.
“Romy’s been through hell, you know,” Jenson said suddenly, as the two of them headed deeper into the woodland.
“Ah, so this wasn’t just about getting me away from her then,” Clay said with understanding, realising that the Beta wolf actually wanted to speak to him. He would respect Romy’s wishes though and not mention their relationship to Jenson.
“No, I wanted to talk to you,” Jenson said with a nod of his head, “I need you to understand a few things.”
“Romy isn’t half as fragile as you think she is,” Clay said defensively, not liking how badly Jenson seemed to be underestimating Romy. Jenson turned to glare at him. “Don’t get me wrong, I know some seriously horrible shit happened to her, but remember how fucking frightened she was less than six months ago…”
“Of course I remember!” Jenson snapped angrily. “I remember every second since that moment I first laid eyes on her, when I first discovered what those… monsters had done to her.” The Beta wolf took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from being sick at those memories as much as anything.
Clay just stared at him; he had never heard Jenson speak about what had happened, and Romy had only really mentioned it in passing. There was something about the sight of the huge Beta wolf so obviously shaken by even the memories that impressed the seriousness of it on Clay more heavily than anything else ever had.
“She was so tiny, and…” Jenson let his voice trail off again, turning his back on Clay as tears pooled in his eyes. “I should have been there. I should have been there when they first took her and then she would never have been…”
“Hey, you saved her life,” Clay said defiantly, stepping around to face Jenson head on. “They would have done all that shit to her and then left her for dead if you hadn’t got her out of there.”
“You think I don’t know that?!” Jenson snapped. “But I should have been there sooner, I was avoiding my brother,” he admitted quietly, the guilt burning in his throat as he felt like he was about to empty his stomach onto the ground in front of him.
“From what I have heard of the guy, I can hardly blame you,” Clay told him bluntly. “Look, I get that you wished you had helped her sooner, I think we can all agree that would have been better, but that doesn’t make it your fault.”
“Maybe not,” Jenson admitted, “but it does mean I will rip out the throat of anyone who even thinks about hurting her again,” he added, looking up from the ground to glare at Clay.
"And you think I would ever let her get hurt?” Clay asked incredulously. “I love her, I would do anything for her! Do you think that she will ever find someone who would do more to protect her body, heart and soul than I would?"
“She is fourteen years old,” Jenson protested. He knew the truth of Clay’s words but didn’t think that dating anyone would be a good idea for his daughter, not after everything she had suffered at the hands of men.
“And the mind of someone a good deal older,” Clay countered; he knew a lot of that wisdom came from her having survived things she should never have had to, but it was still part of the young woman she was becoming none-the-less. “Besides you argue this with me like I will have any say in whether Romy and I get together or not; that will be entirely up to Romy whether you, or I, or anyone else for that matter, like it.”
Jenson gave a wry laugh at that. “My mother was a bit like that,” he said, taking a seat on the ground with his back against a tree, and gesturing for Clay to do the same. “He was so strong despite everything he went through, all my father did to him. Perhaps even stronger because of everything that bastard did.”
“Your mother was a male submissive?” Clay asked in surprise. They were rare, he knew that much; that they had three in their pack was an anomaly, probably because they actually treated them with respect, unlike most packs.
“He was,” Jenson confirmed. “But my father was the typical Alpha, and so you can imagine how he treated the male submissive that happened to be in his pack,” he said sadly.
Clay nodded, he didn’t need Jenson to say it to know that that submissive had probably been treated as nothing more than a sex toy at best. “Sorry,” he said earnestly, it making him feel sick at the idea of anyone being treated that way.
“Yeah, but like I said, my mum was strong, stubborn, and that just provoked my father,” Jenson explained. “My whole life I watched the big strong Alpha taking what he wanted, and then teaching my brother to do the same.”
“And then Gideon went and did the same to Romy,” Clay said sadly with dawning understanding. Jenson just nodded. “Trust me, if anyone even thought about touching Romy, or any of our pack, like that again, I would kill them without a second thought,” he told the Beta earnestly.
“Good,” Jenson said bluntly. “I was always a disappointment to my father, I was never the man that he wanted me to be. Gideon was his pride and joy, it will be a great delight to kill him one day, unless the Alpha gets to him first that is.”
“I think there might be a queue of people all desperate to slit his throat,” Clay told him. “With Romy right at the front of the queue if she gets her way,” he added.
“Romy is a good girl, I want her to achieve something with her life, not to be stuck here being a good submissive and mothering pups,” Jenson told him. Romy was incredibly smart and he didn’t want her to waste her brilliance. “She deserves a life, Clayton, more than this.”
“I want her to have that too,” Clay said adamantly. “I love her and I will let her do or be anything she wants to be but it is her choice, I’m certainly not going to force her hand one way or another.”
“What if I asked you to stop loving her, to push her away from you?”Jenson asked, and Clay scowled at the very suggestion. “I can see how much she cares for you and I worry that she’ll make the wrong choice, that she’ll stay here for you,” the Beta wolf explained.
“I would never push her away,” Clay told him with finality. “I love her and I could never just walk away from her but if I ever thought she was staying here, not doing what she wanted, what she was capable of then I would make sure that I wasn’t the reason why,” he assured him.
“You two have your whole lives ahead of you,” Jenson reminded him, not wanting them to set their lives in stone before they were even out of their teenage years.
“Yeah, hopefully we do,” Clay said with a nod of his head, “but there is a war coming and I don’t know about you but I am going to fight to my very last breath to make sure Romy, Harry and everyone else here lives to see the other side of it.”
“You are going to make a rather excellent enforcer when you turn sixteen,” Jenson admitted a little reluctantly. As much as he didn’t approve of Clay’s persistent infatuation with Romy, he had to admit that the teenager had grown up a great deal in recent months and was fast becoming a valuable member of the pack.
“Best friend to the Alpha mate, I don’t think I’m going to be an enforcer, I think I’ll be protecting Harry,” Clay said, not minding this in the least. “It’s what I was always there to do, it was why I was bitten in the first place.”
“Do you wish it were different, that you hadn’t been bitten?” Jenson asked curiously. Having been born a werewolf himself, it was never something he had had to consider.
“From what I know now, I was the bastard son of a man and his whore,” Clayton explained. “My biological mother didn’t even care enough to look for me when I was taken from her. What kind of life would I have had if Fenrir hadn’t bitten me?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have been loved, I wouldn’t have had a family, I would have been nothing. At least I have a place here.”
Jenson nodded his understanding. “You definitely have a place here,” he agreed. “You have a family, and are loved, even when you are a pain in the arse,” the Beta teased grumpily.
“Yeah,” Clay said with a thoughtful smile. “My Dad is amazing, and Harry is all but a brother to me, and Romy…”
“I meant all of us, Clay,” Jenson clarified, “the whole pack. We’re all your family now, and we all love you. Yeah, even me,” he added when the teenager gave him a sceptical look. “We’re tough on you because we expect a lot, because we need you to be strong for this pack. And I might not want you to be with Romy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t respect you; that’s because I don’t want anyone with her.”
“Thanks,” Clay said, ducking his head and staring at the grass by his feet. He felt a little awkward under the direct praise and affectionate words of the Beta wolf. “That means a lot to me,” he told him.
“You always seem to get the worst of it all but you do understand why, don’t you?” Jenson asked, wondering if anyone had ever talked to Clay about this, or if they had just assumed he would figure it out.
“Yeah, I’m a dominant, I have to be strong, it’s my role in the pack to protect the submissives, who are by no means weak, but sometimes they do need to be protected from people like your brother,” Clay told him. “I understand all of that and I don’t begrudge being treated differently from Harry, Romy and Micha, they’re special, all the subs are, if I fail then they could die. And I would want to if something happened to them and I wasn’t there to help them.”
“And they say that Harry and Romy are the smart ones,” Jenson said proudly, giving Clay a genuine smile. “Seriously though, you’re right, particularly with so many submissives in this pack…”
“It’s dangerous,” Clay said with a firm nod. He knew that it was something that was worrying the older dominants, even though they were trying to hide it. They were more or less bluffing against the strays at the moment, if they really were attacked, there was no telling what might happen.
Jenson nodded firmly. “It could be,” he agreed.
“So you thought adding a new baby to the mix would help things?” Clay asked, looking up with a teasing grin, still only half able to believe that Jenson and Callie really were going to give Romy a baby sibling.
Jenson scowled. “Not intentionally, trust me,” he said sternly; there was large part of him that still feared for Callie’s health for her safety, but now he feared for their child as well. He would certainly be glad when her pregnancy was done and they could hold their child in their arms.
“Congrats though,” Clay added more seriously. “I am happy for you guys.”
FGHP
“How you coping with the madness?” Harry asked with a grin, dropping himself down on the bench next to Remus, who was watching Tessie playing a card game with Niko and Jaylon while the dinner finished cooking, making the boys laugh.
“It’s actually kind of nice,” the professor said after a moment of contemplation. “I can see why you like it here, it is just sort of… relaxed is not the right word.”
“No, it isn’t, but I think I know what you mean,” Harry said with a chuckle. “Easy going, well… for the most part,” he added, throwing a dirty look towards Robin, who was, once again, brushing her hair.
“Something like that,” Remus agreed. “And I like being outside,” he admitted, taking a deep breath. He had lived outside before, but had always ended back indoors again for one reason or another, but there was nothing quite like the freedom that being in the middle of nature gave him.
“Ahh, so not quite so out of touch with your inner wolf, professor,” Harry teased with a happy grin, genuinely delighted to hear how much Remus was liking being there. “So you might consider joining us again next month?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Maybe, I am not ruling it out,” Remus told him. “I think it is too soon to have made a decision just yet, but maybe.”
“After tomorrow night, I am sure you won’t be able to resist the temptation of another full moon with us,” Harry told him confidently, pretending not to notice the way that Remus’ eyes had drifted back towards Tessie, Jaylon and Niko once more, as they finished their game and Tessie encouraged the two boys to go help Callie with the dinner once more.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Remus said with a contemplative smile; he was still sceptical, particularly given that he was still taking the wolfsbane potion against the wishes of the Harry and the Alpha, but he was more comfortable with the pack than he had thought he would be. “We shall see,” he agreed.
“Little one, sit with me,” Fenrir instructed as Tessie, Romy, Jaylon and Callie started to serve up dinner. Fenrir was going to make sure that his mate was eating proper meals while he could.
“Alpha Bossy Boots summons me,” Harry said with a grin, making Remus chuckle as the submissive got to his feet. Harry didn’t need to be told twice, and moved over to where Fenrir was sat, settling himself beside his mate, cuddling into the Alpha’s side.
Robin was glaring at them distastefully, even though no one else gave them a second glance, far too used to the pair of them by now. She still had a sour taste in her mouth from the punishment she had received earlier in the day, something that wasn’t helped any when Romy forced a bowl of some unidentifiable glop into her hands. She really didn’t understand why these people insisted on eating such disgusting food.
“Eat,” Fenrir encouraged as the bowl was offered to Harry by Jaylon, who scurried away as soon as Harry had taken it. Niko brought his own bowl and the Alpha’s when he came to sit down next to them as Jaylon had been too nervous to bring Fenrir his food himself.
Harry could only roll his eyes, not passing comment, even though a million and one sarcastic remarks went through his mind but he kept his mouth firmly closed as he watched Niko settle down next to him and begin tucking into his meal with gusto. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the boy whom he felt was his son; he might not be ready to carry any pups for the Alpha but his mothering urges would be satisfied for a while with little Niko.
“Eat,” the Alpha said again, more disgruntled this time as Harry had failed to start eating the first time he had told him too. He was accustomed to his little mate not always doing as he was told but this was something that the Alpha refused to budge on, he needed Harry to eat more, to be healthy. He wasn’t going to lose another submissive mate, especially not one as amazing and unique as Harry.

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