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The Tribulation of the Blue Moon	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 80601 -:- Recommendations : 14 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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A/N: A special shout out to Sweets, this chapter is a special birthday gift, I hope you enjoy it lovelie.

Last Time

Harry would make sure he and Fenrir had sex tonight, he had to refresh his claim on his breeding partner for these new wolves and he’d make sure to do so loudly so that they could all hear him. He’d make Fenrir bite and mark him and he’d mark Fenrir back. He’d stake his claim on his mate so thoroughly that no one would be able to deny it; he just had to find someone now to babysit his pups, because he was not going to leave them alone with strange wolves around while he went off to have sex, regardless of how much his wolf snarled inside him that they needed to re-stake their claim on their breeding mate with the presence of the new wolves, he would not leave his sons with them, especially not with wolves who were unfriendly and wanted to claim his mate for themselves. He wouldn’t allow it, so perhaps he should ask Jonas and Bryan to babysit his pups for him, they wouldn’t mind, they were strong enough, the pups would be safe and he could prove to those little bitches that he was all the bitch that Fenrir needed and it was going to damn well stay that way.

Chapter Nine – The Strike

Harry couldn’t keep the smile from his face the next morning, even as he stumbled and walked funny around his new home. His neck was a red ruin of love bites, actual bites and even a bit of dried blood that Fenrir’s tongue had missed while attempting to clean him. He had scratches down his bare back which he was displaying proudly and a little bit smugly, despite the cool air, along with the bites and marks on his shoulders and stomach, the marks were all the way down to his thighs and he even had a mark on the inside of his knee and on his ankle from one of Fenrir’s bites, but he couldn’t walk around without his jeans on, Fenrir would go ballistic and it was too cold.

Fenrir had his own marks, bite marks on his chest, around his nipples and he had nail marks in his back and shoulders, and one long bloodied scratch on his lower back, he was also topless, but he was so smug he was puffed up and strutting around like he was royalty.

He had made Harry scream repeatedly and had fucked him so hard the final time that Harry had passed out on his knot from the force of his fourth orgasm.

His pack mates glowered at them both and complained about their alpha keeping them awake, as they always did when he kept them awake for most of the night with Harry’s screams, but the new pack members said nothing, too uncertain as to what would garner a punishment and what would be allowed, except for those who had known Fenrir as a pup that is, they were teasing him mercilessly and ribbing him as much as Jonas, Grant and Bryan were.

“Bruno never took his bitches outside of the breeding season; we’re not used to hearing such loud, ravishing love making outside of the breeding season.” Worrick said with a grin clapping Fenrir’s large, bare shoulder.

“You’ll want to get used to it then.” Harry said with a wide grin and a wobble in his knees. “Summer is our down period because it’s so hot, even at night, we usually feel too hot and restless to do anything and with the pups waking every three hours we were usually too tired, though we do still reaffirm our claims often, even in summer, but every other season is ravenous though, especially winter. We need to keep warm.”

Fenrir snorted and pulled Harry to rest on him and Harry did so, wrapping arms around him with a sigh, taking some of the weight off of his throbbing lower back and wobbly knees, ignoring that it was a submissive gesture.

“Where are the boys?” Fenrir grunted.

“They’re fine, Jonas and Bryan are trying to get them to crawl, but our boys aren’t having it, they demand to be carried everywhere still.”

Fenrir smiled and played with the marks all over Harry’s body, his bite marks, the scratch marks, the dark bruises he had sucked into his skin, the bruises left by his tight grip. Harry was displaying them proudly and likely for the benefit of the sulking women huddled together at the far end of the clearing.

Harry now knew better than to bite Fenrir’s neck, such a thing would have shown that he intended to challenge Fenrir for his alpha position, so he left that area well enough alone, but that didn’t extend to his chest or shoulders, which were now liberally dotted with small teeth and bite marks, bruises and scratches, he bore them proudly too, he deserved to, he had pleasured Harry intensely last night, as was their right with their victory in claiming a new territory and the victories they had both achieved in fights to claim said new territory.

Fenrir found an unclaimed patch of skin and he brushed Harry’s hair away and bit into the clear patch of skin and Harry moaned loudly, holding onto Fenrir tightly and rubbing against him.

“Don’t start.” Jonas huffed. “Felan needs a change and you know I’ll do anything for them, I’d even die for them, but I’m so not doing that, that’s your job as parents.”

Harry broke away with a laugh and accepted Felan into his arms and took the nappy and wipes Nick handed to him, sitting on the floor and changing his youngest son carefully.

“There! All clean.” Harry said, holding Felan up after kissing his little mouth. Fenrir took him from him and hefted him over a broad shoulder and let Felan pull and yank on his hair, for all the notice Fenrir took of it Felan could have been sleeping instead of ripping out little fistfuls of hair.

“Don’t let him do that.” Harry chastised as he tried to unwind Felan’s fingers from Fenrir’s hair.

“It doesn’t bother me.” Fenrir grunted.

“No, but it bothers me because now when I hold him he does it to me as well and I’m not a nerveless bastard and it damn well hurts!”

That got a chuckle and Fenrir shifted Felan to cradle him in the crook of his elbow. Harry had to hold them with both arms now because of how heavy they had gotten, Fenrir could still cradle them with one and it always made him smile to see him do it.

Felan started playing with his own fingers instead, but soon he was yawning and blinking back sleep. He gave out about the same time Bryan brought a sleeping Ulric over to him and Harry placed his oldest boy into his blanket cradle and he sat down with him, making an effort to speak to the beta male, Tackett, when he came over to start a conversation, at least he was making an effort, which was more than most of the new pack members were doing as they huddled up together at the edge of the clearing. Warren, Worrick, Nathan and Tackett were just four of eleven wolves who were actually making an effort, likely because they had known Fenrir before, though Tackett had only just come to the pack when Fenrir was exiled, they were near enough the same age and they had gotten on well before Bruno had sensed Fenrir as a threat to his position.

The others were making no effort at all to get to know them; the merge wasn’t going too well, they couldn’t remain segregated like this, they needed to come together to remain safe and strong or this merge would be a huge waste of time and effort and most of all, a waste of lives.

Thinking of Scott, Stacey and Sidney hurt his heart and his biggest wish was that they were here with them, at the very least he would have wanted to be able to bury all three of them together, but Scott was three hundred miles away, buried all alone in Dartmoor. He swallowed his tears back and firmed himself, he would make this work, he owed it to his three dead pack mates to make what they had fought for work to the best of his abilities and he would start right now.

“Oscar.” Harry called out loudly, waiting until the man looked up at him, his sharp blue eyes wide, completely startled at being called on by one of the alpha pair. “Could you get me another blanket for Ulric please.”

“I’ll do it alpha.” Nick offered eagerly.

“I asked Oscar to do it Nick.” Harry replied firmly.

Fenrir smirked at him as he came over and handed him a sleeping Felan. “Good job, alpha bitch.” He murmured into his hair, pulling Harry’s head into a gruff kiss as Harry tucked Felan into his own blanket cradle.

Oscar handed him a blanket uncertainly, flinching as if he expected to be hit for doing as he was asked.

“Thank you Oscar.” Harry said as he took the blanket from his hand and tucked the new blanket around Ulric.

He looked up when he realised that Oscar was still stood in front of him, shifting from foot to foot nervously.

“You can go back to what you were doing now, Oscar, thank you.” Harry dismissed and Oscar almost jogged away from him, Harry rolled his eyes before checking on his sons a final time before digging out one of the development books and opening it, delegating himself as pup sitter.

The first hierarchy battle came before midday, between Warren and Jonas, both battling for the position of Fenrir’s second in command after they had both tried to fill in the position and realised that there could only be one and neither were willing to step aside in favour of the other.

Jonas’ youth won out in the end and he pinned Warren and made him submit before standing and offering him a hand up, clapping him on the shoulder and the tension between them was immediately dispersed and they went about laughing and joking once more.

Warren had to defend himself again against Grant, who he beat by a mere fluke and Worrick took full advantage of Grant’s exertion and defeat and challenged him and won.

Their upper hierarchy was decided that day, Fenrir was alpha male, with Harry as his alpha bitch, Jonas was still second in command, but Warren was third, Worrick was fourth as he knew he couldn’t beat his younger brother so he didn’t bother challenging him and Grant ended up being fifth. Burne, Bruno’s only remaining son, had automatically filled the role of omega male, a position that left Bernice cursing at Fenrir and crying for her son and left Burne grey skinned and almost vomiting in fear and nerves from the severe power shift in the pack. He had gone from being untouchable as the alpha’s son, to being the punching bag and stress reliever of the pack. It was a serious culture shock for the sheltered twenty-six year old.

Tackett and Nathan were next to fight, according to Warren they fought one another every other week, he suspected that it was more to do with unresolved sexual tension than anything else.

Tackett won against Nathan, but lost to Grant.

Harry hadn’t seen anything like it as everyone seemed to devolve into fighting, he kept Ulric and Felan safe and away from the fighting couples, sitting between them and the fighting males, but he still snarled when anyone came too close for his liking, which was a distance of five feet at an absolute minimum.

“It’s like being back in the ice age with a bunch of cavemen, isn’t it?”

Harry looked across sharply to Emily, who had crawled over to him and was reaching to touch Ulric’s face. He caught her wrist and squeezed it tightly in warning.

“You never touch them without my permission.” Harry snarled.

“You’re not the alpha.” Emily replied back, her eyes flashing in anger and indignation.

“I’m the alpha bitch of this pack!” Harry hissed.

“That doesn’t mean anything! Alpha bitches change with every season, an alpha male will claim and go through all pack females systematically, as soon as the breeding season starts the alpha will pick someone else to be his breeding partner, as is his right!”

Harry glared at her and when he stayed silent because he had nothing to say to her, she got a cocky smirk on her face and took it to mean he was uncertain, he wasn’t, he knew damn well that Fenrir was his and no one was going to take his breeding partner, his mate, from him, his frustration came from the threat of the three females hovering around his mate and throwing themselves at him, any man would be tempted, at least a little, but he knew Fenrir would always come back to him, he just wished that the three females would get it through their thick skulls that they’d never get in with Fenrir and just stop, because his wolf felt threatened and he didn’t like it.

“You’re too young to know of these things, you’ve only had one breeding season and you got pregnant, unusual for male wolves, even submissive ones, I’ll grant you, but the alpha has three females to pick between now, he won’t need to struggle to get pups with you.”

“He had no struggle getting me with pups the first time and he doesn’t want any of you!”

“You keep telling yourself that, but you’ll see when the breeding season starts and we all go into oestrus, you were the only submissive in your old pack, you have competition now and I use that term lightly in your case, after all what would a man like him want with a young, inexperienced boy?” She demanded even as she made soft, gooey eyes at Fenrir; tall, strong, muscled and aroused with the fighting and violence going on around him, he was the perfect visual of virile, fertile male and Harry knew first hand that fighting never failed to get Fenrir aroused, he often pretended to struggle and fight as foreplay, to get his mate in the mood.

“What would he want with an ugly, old, used tramp?” Harry demanded of her.

Emily reared back and the anger on her face as she looked back at him made her, admittedly pretty face, twist into something terrible and the ugly shade of red she went was very unflattering with her blonde hair. Harry felt better knowing that he had hurt her and had made her look uglier, he hated that the three females were pretty, it made him feel uneasy, if they had been ugly or over fifty, he wouldn’t have felt so threatened, but they were pretty and they were between thirty and forty, younger than Fenrir, but also closer to his age than Harry was by at least twenty years. It made his wolf raise his hackles, made him ache to defend what was his, he felt threatened even if he knew Fenrir would claim him in the new breeding season, these women were continuously challenging him and moving in on Fenrir, his position was safe with Fenrir, but these women were doing their all to threaten his position and he hated feeling that way in what was supposed to be his own home.

“You’ll see! I’ll claim him for myself when the breeding season starts, he won’t be able to help himself with three breeding females in oestrus around him! You’ll be kicked down and you’ll be an omega like you made Burne, you’ll be the pack’s omega bitch for anyone and everyone to fuck and I’ll laugh from beside the alpha with our new, perfect pups as the beta males have their fun with you and your pups are forgotten!”

Harry breathed heavily and harshly, his fists clenched hard and he tried to calm himself to no avail, his wolf was going ballistic inside of him, he wanted to reassert his claim and to punish this bitch for challenging him and his place in the pack, for insulting his pups by calling them imperfect and even suggesting that Fenrir would forget about Ulric and Felan, and he knew what he had to do, he knew what the only thing that would help alleviate these feelings was.

“MILES!” He yelled out so loudly everyone automatically snapped their heads around to look at him, the one fight remaining, between Oscar and Loren, stopped in mid fight as Loren took several steps towards him automatically.

Miles ran to him and looked down the several inches between their heights at him, worry for himself warring with concern for Harry. Harry had never yelled like that at anyone or for someone, something was wrong and they all knew it immediately. They just didn’t know what it was that was wrong.

“What do you need alpha bitch?” He asked demurely, trying not to attract the anger he could see and smell on Harry towards himself.

“Stay here, you watch my pups and don’t you dare leave them for anything. You protect them!” He said harshly, still breathing heavily, his fists clenched and his body shaking in rage as Emily watched him with a smug smile, obviously thinking that he was going to storm off to cool down like some child having a tantrum, leaving her free to move in on Fenrir to bad mouth him again.

Fenrir had told him that all three of the women had tried to bad mouth him to Fenrir whenever he wasn’t there to hear them, he always cut them off and shooed them away like bothersome cats, that had made Harry smile and feel better about going about his business and duties around the clearing without staying within earshot of Fenrir so those women couldn’t fill his head with lies.

He waited just long enough for Miles to nod his understanding, before he spun around and kicked Emily in the stomach and sent her flying away from his sons so their coming fight wouldn’t endanger them.

“You think you can replace me?!” He demanded furiously, stalking to her like the dangerous predator that he was. “You arrogantly think you can take my place, that you can have my alpha male? You can’t!”

He fell on her when he reached where she had landed hard on the ground, she was winded and he didn’t care as he started hitting her and he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop, not even when she started fighting back, every bite of her nails clawing at him just enraged him further, she lashed out and he ignored her, letting his rage fuel him, fuel the fight, putting him in a mind-set where he could barely feel her hits against him, right up until she kicked him full force between the legs and, shocked and stunned at the sudden, excruciating pain, he fell to the side and tried to register the pain wracking through his entire body, he dry heaved several times, his eyes streaming, he’d never been kicked between the legs before, never and the pain was almost overwhelming, fortunately he had felt the Cruciatus curse, the pain of Voldemort’s touch and his fury too which had burnt through his body like fire, so he wasn’t completely catatonic on the floor, but this…this was a hideous pain, sudden, immediate and throbbing, the pain refused to go away, took over his whole body despite there being only one site of contact and he coughed harshly several times, feeling like he was trying to hack up a lung, his eyes watering still, either from the pain, the force of his coughing or the dry heaving, he didn’t care, but when Emily caught her breath and recovered enough from his furious beating to climb onto him and start hitting him back, the rage took over the shock once more and with a final smack to his back and yank to his hair, he got it together and rolled over onto his back and wormed a leg between them, his arms shielding his face, throat and head from her hands and he kicked her hard enough to send her flying again.

He managed to sit up and breathed deeply, swallowing the bile back down when all he wanted to do was get on his knees and vomit and he scrubbed the wetness from his eyes, he was even more furious now and he stalked to her again, not taking any notice of the entire pack watching them intently, ignoring them as he remained aware now of where she was in relation to his genitals, he never wanted to be kicked there ever again, but he was going to make her pay for what she’d done and after giving her a sharp kick to her ribs, hearing the nasty crack that meant he had probably broken one, he fell on her again and punched her so hard her bottom lip split under his knuckles.

“You will never take away my pups from their Father and you will never replace me as alpha bitch!” He shouted in her face, he was surprised by how hoarse and raw his voice sounded.

“That’s not your decision to make!” Emily screamed back, spitting blood from between her teeth where the inside of her mouth had been cut against her own teeth from the force of Harry’s fist, even as she grabbed him and tried to roll him over onto his back, he countered her like Bryan had taught him to and pinned her once again on her back, shoved a knee into her gut and smacked the side of her face before he held her head in place by pinning her own hair to the ground, took two large fistfuls of the blonde hair and harshly wrenched her head to the side and tore into her neck to claim dominancy over her and to end the fight.

He stood up on shaky legs and spat her blood back onto her and stormed off into the forest. He was so fucking angry, but the fight was over for now, hopefully she wasn’t stupid enough to challenge him again, but all he wanted now was an icy river, to wash the blood from his mouth, knuckles and the scratches that Emily had caused and also to cool his aching balls, every step was painful and the pain lingered like a throbbing toothache, only worse.

He found the river and stripped off the jeans he was wearing and jumped right in, the flow wasn’t too fast here and the river wasn’t very wide, almost a stream, but it was cool and he didn’t care as he cupped himself and checked his balls and cock for any sort of damage or swelling.

Arms wrapped around him and he jumped, only to melt back into those large arms when he craned his head back to see Fenrir.

“Any lasting damage?” He grunted.

Harry shook his head. “No, it fucking hurts like hell though.”

Fenrir snorted. “I know, it’s a horrible pain.”

“I never want to feel anything like that ever again.”

“Hold up…you’ve never been kicked in the balls before?” Fenrir asked with one eyebrow raised in question.

Harry shook his head. “No and I never want to feel that again.”

Fenrir chuckled and pressed against him in the water, he was hard and thick and hot against his back.

“Seriously? You were that turned on from watching me get beaten?”

Fenrir actually laughed at that and nuzzled his hair. “You handed her, her own arse on a plate Harry. Watching you fight makes me achingly hard, the fierce, furious look you had on your face made me want to pin you down and fuck you right there in front of them all. If only you hadn’t stalked off so quickly afterwards.”

“They might actually get that you’re mine if you did claim me in front of them.” Harry grumbled.

“It’s the way Bruno was, it’s how he run the pack. It’s not really their fault, but they should and will listen to you or I’ll have at them myself. He always went through all the pack females, so they don’t know that that’s not how it’s done in other packs, that it was just him, so they expect me to be the same when it’s not going to happen. I’ve mated to you, you’re my breeding partner, not a mere seasonal one, they will never challenge you or your position at my side or underneath me.”

“I can’t wait until this breeding season comes and you fuck me all through it and get me with your pups again. That Emily actually told me that now that you had a choice of which partner you wanted you wouldn’t choose an inexperienced little boy. That you were only with me because you had no other choice before.”

Fenrir snorted and licked at his shoulders and neck.

“She has no idea. I like that you’re inexperienced, just means I get to break you in and teach you myself. I always hated fucking used bitches, they feel all loose around me, you’re so tight.” He breathed hotly over the nape of his neck. “You will carry my pups again, I can’t wait until you’re pregnant with more of my pups, I won’t leave you alone for a moment, not again.”

“I can’t wait until I’m filled with your pups again; promise me you won’t go to them.” Harry breathed softly, uncertainly.

“Never. You’re all I want in a mate, I won’t give you up, you’re mine.” Fenrir growled.

“Claim me.” Harry all but ordered and Fenrir snarled, holding him tighter in the icy river and moving him into the position he wanted him.

Harry made sure his screams echoed all around the forest, begging and pleading for Fenrir. They stayed in the water for an hour and a half fucking and then just holding onto one another as Fenrir knotted him, though his mate’s hand did fall to gently stroke his balls, grunting that he was checking for damage and helping him regain the feeling in them. Harry didn’t stop him as he rested his chin on Fenrir’s shoulder and moaned softly with each touch, not stopping him from his examination for damage. They ended up claiming one another again on the bank of the river.

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Bernice kept her only remaining son, Burne, close to her. She was in shock, denial. In just one day she had lost three daughters and a son, her position as alpha bitch and all the comforts that went with it. It still hadn’t sunk in weeks later.

She had tried to cosy up to the new alpha, Fenrir, along with the other two bitches Emily and Liang, they had started the very first night he was here and kept trying, despite Emily initially being cowed by the beating the current alpha bitch, Harry, had given her, but it couldn’t keep her away for long, the attention of the alpha male was worth a few beatings and none of them were strangers to beatings, but for all the notice Fenrir took of her, or any of them really, she could have been a gust of wind in his ear, annoying, unwelcome and ignorable.

She knew he’d change his mind when the breeding season started and they all went into oestrus, but she had hoped that she could get into a better position than Emily and Liang so that she’d be assured that she was the next alpha bitch, if she gave him pups they’d forever have something to share between them, he couldn’t ignore their pups, not even Bruno, as cold and distant as he’d been, had been able to ignore the five pups she’d given him, even though many more of them had died, and Fenrir seemed to take an active interest in his own pups, which was more than she could have hoped for.

She watched him now as he carried one little boy over his shoulder, those huge, fit muscles flexing as his arm curled up to hold the five month old baby in place. Bruno had always been a thick-set man, but any and all muscle he had once had had long turned to fat with inactivity and age, he had the pack so frightened of him and his sadistic ways that no one would dare challenge him for his position and with their oldest son Bryce growing so tall and strong and fit, knowing that the thirty-four year old would leap in to any argument or fight to defend his Father with a burning loyalty second to none, Bruno had had absolutely no challenges to his position, so he’d had no need to keep himself as fit as other wolves his age, something which had ended up being his downfall when Fenrir had come for them.

She watched the alpha with barely hidden desire, gazing longingly at the solid, strongly muscled body, the striking, angular face and the soft bulge between his legs that was barely contained in the ripped, dirty jeans he was wearing; he was talking with Warren and Tackett. It had annoyed her at first how quickly her pack members seemed to forget Bruno and her four murdered children and accept Fenrir, but then she realised that those who were flocking to Fenrir, mostly the brothers, Warren and Worrick, but also Nathan and Tackett, were those who claimed to have known Fenrir before, from before Bruno had exiled him from the pack, she wondered if they had anything to do with Fenrir turning up out of the blue to kill Bruno, or if it was a mere coincidence.

Adam and Tavin were indifferent to the new wolves, they were wary and politely respectful, but they weren’t making it their mission in life to please either of the new alphas, they didn’t want to stir anything up or make any waves, yet they still treated her with the respect of an alpha bitch, which pleased her greatly and she’d be sure to help them and praise them when Fenrir picked her as his alpha bitch in the coming breeding season in a few months.

Oscar however was warming right up to the alpha bitch Harry, who was treating him like a pack horse, sending him to get him things and Oscar, a proud beta wolf, was running eagerly to get him everything he asked for just for a bit of praise that fell easily from Harry’s pretty pink lips. It was worse than disgraceful, it was humiliating, Harry was humiliating him and she could do nothing to help her fellow pack mate, she’d be struck down for even trying at the moment.

Her wolf ached to disfigure him. He was a very pretty boy, not as beautiful as she was, but he was pretty and she felt that if she could scar him or disfigure him a little then the alpha would sit up and take notice of her instead, that he’d pay her some attention then. It had the added bonus of affecting the alpha quite deeply too, she’d watched how aroused he’d gotten as Harry and Emily fought, the longer the fight went on, the harder he got, she’d noticed how turned on he was with all the violence and the blood in the air. He had followed after his alpha bitch when the fight was over and they’d heard the screams of carnal pleasure from the main clearing. She wanted what was in those jeans and she wanted to scream like Harry, Bruno had been a good lover, but not a particularly attentive one, he took his pleasure when he wanted it and only around the breeding season to ensure pups, he’d only ever engage in sexual activities in the name of breeding, she wanted Fenrir and she would have him and all of his loving skills, he seemed completely insatiable and her mouth watered and her body tightened at the thought of waking up every morning with a pleasant ache, only to be ravished again and again throughout the day.

If she fought Harry and beat him, it would be her that the alpha whisked off and ravished. Harry couldn’t walk properly still; the alpha claimed him at least several times a week, if not every single day. She watched him now, wobbling around on bandy legs, the other twin boy in his arms, the satisfied, smug smile plastered on his face was sickening and she longed to wipe it away.

The marks of possession and love littered his body in various states of healing and her wolf snarled that they should be on her body; she should be the alpha bitch, not this young, pretty boy. The alpha could do so much better by taking her, she could give him better, stronger pups, she was more fertile, she was the better alpha bitch; she just had to make sure Fenrir claimed her during the breeding season, which meant sabotaging the competition and putting herself in a good position.

“Oscar, how are you?”

She looked up to see Harry talking to Oscar, whose simpering grin would have been more at home on a love sick puppy. She couldn’t believe how far he was falling, just to please a mere boy.

“I’m fine alpha bitch. How are you?”

“Sore.” The boy laughed, rubbing the fact that he’d had sex with the alpha half the night last night and kept them all awake with his screaming and the alpha’s roars of pleasure yet again. Fenrir’s roars of release always tightened her belly and made her ache for him to roar because of her, because he was having sex and getting pleasure from her.

“Are the pups alright? This is…Ulric?”

“You’re getting better at telling them apart Oscar.” Harry praised. “This is Ulric and they’re both fine, they’re growing by the day now that they’re almost half a year old, I can’t believe it’s gone so fast. Do you want to hold him for me a minute?”

Oscar acted like it was a huge honour as he took the chubby baby carefully and cradled him gently. Bruno had never allowed anyone to touch their pups, not even the delegated sitters had been able to handle them more than absolutely needed and she had followed his lead, they weren’t worthy of touching the alpha’s pups, but Fenrir didn’t seem to care as he looked over for a moment before turning back to Warren and nodding before answering him in that deep, rumbling voice he had, a large hand patting a steady, soothing rhythm against the other pup, Felan’s, back.

“He’s heavy.” Oscar said in wonder. “You wouldn’t think it to look at him because he’s so tiny, but he’s a healthy weight.”

Harry nodded proudly; she could see him sticking out his chest in pride as his son was complimented. Her fists tightened and she bared her teeth in furious anger.

“Don’t Mum.” Burne begged from beside her. “Leave him be, I don’t want to see you hurt like me.”

Bernice held back a snarl as she caught sight of his black eye from where one of the new wolves had punched him in the face. He’d argued with the alpha bitch and because he couldn’t hit Harry without incurring the wrath of the alpha male, he’d turned to beat on her youngest son instead, her only remaining son.

“No, I have to do this. He needs to be put in his place! I will be the alpha bitch next year, as soon as the breeding season starts in a few months, I will be the alpha bitch again.”

She stood up and dodged Burne’s desperate grab for her. She walked right up to Oscar and Harry and shoved the seventeen year old boy hard, he stumbled and when he turned around, his face pulled into an expression of confusion, she put all of her strength into a punch to his head, catching his temple and he just crumpled to the floor.

She heard Burne yelling, heard Oscar shouting, but she fell onto the unconscious little boy and put all of her force behind every punch. Before she could do any real damage, just as she was bringing her fist down to break that perfect little nose to make good on her promise of sabotaging the competition, she was ripped off and thrown halfway across the clearing, she landed hard on her back and was completely winded for several long moments.

She blinked in surprise when she saw Fenrir cradling Harry in his huge, muscled arms. She didn’t understand, she had been winning, it should be her he was fussing over, her who he dragged off into the forest to claim, she didn’t understand.

Fenrir stood up with Harry in his arms and the look he gave her froze the blood in her veins, hurting her heart and terrifying her, Bruno had loved watching his bitches fight, he got off on watching them beat on one another, she had thought Fenrir was the same, he got aroused at the fighting, just like Bruno had only Fenrir did something about the arousal afterwards, fucking the victor of the fight, Bruno had ignored them and didn’t do anything about his arousal outside of the breeding season.

“Jonas, why don’t you break in our new omega bitch?” Fenrir growled angrily, his beautiful dark blue eyes not leaving her face. They shone with a lethal, dangerous energy and it made her think that he would much rather be caving her skull in with his bare hands. She didn’t understand.

“I will because you asked me too, alpha.” The second in command, Jonas, rumbled, his eyes burning through her with protective anger. “But I doubt the term breaking in is applicable here, she’s so used I probably won’t even get enough friction from her to orgasm.”

Her face flushed at the laughter that surrounded her on all sides, even her own pack members were laughing at her, Oscar still holding the little pup to his chest protectively. He had a bleeding cut on the arm that was holding the little beast. Had she done that? Is that why the alpha was so angry? She hadn’t meant to hurt the pups, just Harry, she knew better than to attack the pups, that would get her exiled or even killed, Liang however didn’t seem to understand that, she wanted to get rid of the pups and then prove her own would be better. Bernice knew that wouldn’t work and so did Emily, they were focusing on eradicating the little boy and gaining the attention of the alpha, she didn’t understand why it wasn’t working.

Jonas approached her, stalking towards her as she lay on the floor, still trying to get her breath back after being thrown by the alpha, she had landed very hard on her back, she wasn’t used to such treatment. She watched Jonas approach her fearfully, his slim, fit body promised pain with its barely concealed protective anger, he radiated anger and protectiveness in every muscle. Did he like the alpha bitch Harry that much?

Burne tried to intercept the second in command, tears in his eyes, afraid for her and what was going to be done to her, but one lashing punch from Jonas had her son on the floor on his back holding his nose screaming and crying. He certainly wasn’t used to such treatment, as the son of the previous alpha he had been protected and anyone who hurt him was struck down or exiled by the alpha, his Father.

She forced herself up onto her hands and knees and tried to crawl to him, to protect him and comfort her only remaining child, but Jonas grabbed her upper arm and swung her around and off of her knees, he planted a boot into her already pained back, before he dropped his full weight onto her, pinning her to the ground and he tore at her clothing, holding her down roughly with his hefty weight on her thighs and an elbow in her back. She sobbed into the ground as her humiliation was complete. She would finish Harry, she would destroy him for this, for doing this to her, demoting her to the lowest possible position in the pack, she would do anything and everything she could to eliminate him, even if it was the last thing she ever did.

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Harry lounged over Fenrir’s lap, utterly relaxed despite the snow that was all around them. It was January now; he had passed the second anniversary of being bitten and the second anniversary of turning into a werewolf for the first time and this month was his first anniversary of being with the pack. Almost a whole year with these misfit men, but he wouldn’t have it any other way now.

The breeding season was readily approaching, it was milder this winter than last and Fenrir was in a state of constant arousal with the anticipation of the breeding season, which was set to start earlier than it had last year, Fenrir was hoping it would be any day now rather than waiting another month until it was February, but Harry was being very possessive and territorial since Bernice and Liang had already gone into oestrus and he hadn’t, not yet, but they were always sniffing around Fenrir, displaying to him, rubbing against him and whining at him, especially in wolf form on the full moon the other day, but he was chasing them away and keeping his claim fresh by urging Fenrir to mark and fuck him whenever they had a spare moment, which helped keep Fenrir’s attention on him as well, as he was constantly hard and aching with the smell of fertile bitches in the air, so any amount of relief was welcome to him, but Harry was so happy that his breeding partner was snarling at the bitches that dared come near him whenever Harry couldn’t be with him, it made him feel so much better and more secure, but it just made the bitches try all the harder, so Harry only left Fenrir now when he needed to use a tree or when his pups needed him.

His sons were the pride of the pack as he allowed them to be passed around and cradled and fed and played with by all pack members, even Burne had babysat them once, when the whole pack went to hunt, Harry had left Miles in the clearing under the guise of cleaning the mess up, but his real reason was to keep an eye on Burne, who hadn’t done anything detrimental and hadn’t really done much to the pups, only feeding them and then calming a fussing Felan when it was needed.

They were seven months old now and growing thick and fast, but Harry kept them so bundled up their movements were restricted, so he didn’t know if they could crawl or even walk yet, he wouldn’t risk them, but Fenrir was so happy that they were still alive, his oldest surviving pups. He smiled and held them gently and careful and it softened Harry’s heart. He could see that Fenrir loved them deeply and he hoped that his sons would be able to see that too as it was unlikely that Fenrir would ever say such sentiments out loud. He just wasn’t that type of person.

“How are you feeling?” Fenrir asked quietly. Harry could feel him straining, hard and hot, against his back.

Harry smiled and shifted his body back to rub against Fenrir. “I’m fine, but I think I could use some of my alpha’s attentions.” He almost purred.

Harry found himself on his hands and knees with Fenrir curled over his back before he could blink. He laughed, which turned into a moan when Fenrir licked at his neck before sinking his teeth into the skin and the muscle, getting a good mouthful of flesh to nibble and suck on to make a livid mark, his groin pressed right up against Harry’s bum so he could feel the straining hardness of him, Fenrir must have been in some pain with how hard and aroused he was.

“Alpha!” Bryan called out, rushing over and dropping to his knees, averting his eyes and displaying the side of his neck. “Forgive me for interrupting.” He begged as Fenrir snarled and glared daggers at him, baring his teeth in warning. “We think that Ulric is sick.”

Harry was gone, he crawled out from under Fenrir, staggered to his feet, almost face planting the floor in his rush and making his strides as long and fast as possible as he skidded to the floor on his knees in front of where he had left Bryan and Nick watching his two sons in their blanket cradles.

Felan was happily biting and chewing on one of his soft toys, Ulric was red faced, fevered and he was wriggling unhappily. Harry picked him up carefully; he could feel that his temperature was too high just by touching him.

Arms wrapped around him and Fenrir’s large hand pressed over Ulric’s forehead and he hissed unhappily.

“He needs medicine.” Fenrir rumbled. “As quickly as we can get it to him. Jonas, do you remember the town we passed through?”

“Tamworth.” Jonas nodded, his face lined with severe worry.

“Apparate there.” Fenrir went over to one of the bags and he tore into it and found the money that had been given to Jonas and Stacey by a little old woman what seemed like a life time ago, he could have kissed her now for her gift. “Find something, anything that will help.” He ordered thrusting the money into his hand. “Get back here quickly.”

Jonas nodded and then he was gone with a small pop and Harry cradled Ulric gently as he started fussing and then when his discomfort wasn’t alleviated, because they couldn’t do anything for him at the moment, he started crying.

Harry held him tighter, his little face bright cherry red, his clenched fists flailing as he cried. Harry sunk to his knees and curled up around his little son.

“How could this have happened? We were so careful!” He raged in anger and fear.

“Sometimes it does happen.” Tackett said softly. “They get infections so easily for no apparent reason and often out of the blue, the fever is his body fighting it off, he’s strong to fight it off in this weather, most babies just give in, but that he’s fighting is good, as soon as we get him some medicine to help him fight it off he should be alright. The help of the medicine should be enough.”

Fenrir eased himself down, sat right up flush behind him and held Harry around the waist and supported Ulric from underneath Harry’s arms with his own. Both of them had forgotten the breeding season, had forgotten that they had been rutting just moments before, had forgotten that they were about to claim one another once again. Everything paled in the face of Ulric’s sudden illness and as Harry shifted further back into Fenrir’s lap, seeking comfort, he could feel that Fenrir had gone soft. Nothing killed an erection quite so much as a family emergency dealing with a sick baby for the first time.

Harry was a wreck as he waited for Jonas to come back, he wanted to keep Felan close, but didn’t want to expose him to the germs that had made Ulric sick, he didn’t want them both sick, but he tried to comfort them both anyway and snarled at anyone who got too close, even Loren who just wanted to help them, he didn’t want anyone near him, his mate or his children. He didn’t want anyone watching him go through this.

“Go hunting.” Fenrir grunted. “I don’t want any of you here right now. I’m going to cave in someone’s face if you stay.”

Harry tilted his head back to look at Fenrir, trying to see if he actually felt that way or if he had sensed that Harry didn’t want them here and was sending them away for his benefit.

“Was that for me?” Harry asked when the pack had shambled off to hunt in the snow, dragging their heels and casting glances back at the four of them sat cuddled together, despite the threat of having their alpha kill them if they stayed. That alone showed how much some members of their pack cared for them.

Fenrir just grunted, not confirming or denying anything.

“I’m so worried for him Fenrir, I’m sorry. I thought I was taking better care of them, I guess I got distracted by the coming breeding season and the three women aren’t helping things by sniffing around you, I got so distracted and forgot what was really important, our sons. I’m so sorry I let this happen to our pups, Fenrir.”

Fenrir snorted and yanked on his hair until Harry was looking back at him in misery.

“This ain’t your fault, you heard Tackett, they get sick for no damn reason. It’s nothing to do with how they’re being raised, it just happens. You’re the best Mother wolf I’ve ever known and I won’t have anyone saying any different. Honestly I’ve been waiting for the other boot to drop for the last couple of months; it all seemed to be going so smoothly, so well and that’s not my experience with pups, as you know, so I’ve been expecting this for a while, even if I wished it never happened.”

Harry sucked in a breath and swallowed. Had he been naïve to think that his sons would never get sick? That they’d never have to face this agonising wait for medicine to save their lives? Was this the reality of having pups as a werewolf? Always waiting for the next illness, the next infection that could kill them in their sleep?

His face creased in worry as Ulric’s cries picked up a higher pitch and he thrashed in his arms once more, even as he and Fenrir tried to hold him close and still, trying to sooth him by murmuring softly and shushing him gently.

The wait for Jonas to come back was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, usually the one in the thick of the action, sitting down and waiting was agonising and Harry was a nervous wreck by the time a sweaty, panicked Jonas Apparated back into the clearing, a plastic bag wrapped around his wrist and a cardboard box under his arm.

He fell to his knees before they could stand and tipped out several bottles of baby medication, and a few other things that Harry raised an eyebrow at, from the carrier bag.

“They were giving away shit for free; I didn’t waste time with arguing the toss with them, just took the stuff they handed me and left quickly.” Jonas explained. “It’s weaning shit or something, I wasn’t listening too closely, but the woman recommended me these things to try to get him better when I explained what Ulric was like. She wanted me to bring ‘my son’ into see the doctor, so I waved her off with excuses that we were on holiday and weren’t from the area, but she said these should work if it’s nothing more serious than a fever.”

“What could it be if it’s not a fever?” Fenrir demanded as Harry picked up a bottle of infant Calpol and read the instructions quickly, pulling out a medicine syringe from the box and filling it to the required mark before turning around to hand Fenrir Ulric’s squirming body.

“All sorts of things, meningitis, measles, mumps, chickenpox…” Jonas listed, rambling nervously.

“Alright, enough!” Harry cut in. “If this doesn’t work we have to take him to a Healer, but that’s only if it doesn’t work. Fenrir hold him tightly, he’s not going to like this.”

Harry put the end of the syringe into Ulric’s mouth and pushed the plunger down slowly and evenly, watching Ulric gag and twist, trying to get the foul tasting stuff from his mouth, but Fenrir held his head still with one huge, strong hand and Harry didn’t let up, even as watching his son struggle to both swallow the medicine and push it out of his mouth hurt him, he knew it had to be done.

When the dispenser was empty, Harry slowly pulled it from Ulric’s mouth and watched as he started screaming, but the medicine was all gone and only a small amount had been pushed out onto his chin by his little tongue, which Harry wiped away gently with his sleeve.

Jonas handed him a bottle that Harry had been too distracted to see him make, but he pushed the bulb of the bottle teat into Ulric’s mouth, watching as his little son fought against it, afraid to swallow, before he did swallow reflexively and realised that it was actually milk and not more foul medicine.

He suckled deeply and quickly, washing the medicine down, but also the taste from his mouth and his sensitive tongue.

Harry read the box more carefully and slowly as Fenrir took the bottle from him and finished the feed and he actually took in the information this time.

“He’ll need another dose in four hours.” Harry said, feeling less shaky now that he had something that could help and instructions on what the next steps were. “We can give him up to four doses in twenty-four hours and for no longer than three days, he’ll need a Healer then.”

Fenrir nodded as he burped Ulric carefully. Their oldest son was slumped over Fenrir’s shoulder, an exhausted yawn puckering his mouth, he fell asleep quickly and easily as Fenrir eased him into sleep with a huge hand rubbing circles on his back to sooth him.

“How much stuff is here?” Harry said with a smile as he opened the cardboard to find six smaller boxes of what looked like food pouches.

“They’re weaning stuff.” Jonas explained more slowly and calmly this time as he turned the pouch over in his hand to examine it. “It’s to help them get used to having things in their mouth, though after that I don’t think Ulric will want anything in his mouth at all, you’ll be feeding him milk from a bottle when he’s thirty.”

Harry snorted as he looked at the hard plastic case of the tiniest spoons he’d ever seen. The packaging labelled them weaning spoons.

“So I put the contents of the pouches on the spoons and…what? Shove it in their mouths?” He asked with a frown.

“Pretty much. They need to get used to this smooth stuff first, they can’t exactly bite their way through a deer like we do and they need a little more than milk now that they’re older, they’ll have teeth soon.” Jonas explained.

Harry nodded as he twisted the top off a pouch that claimed to contain just one hundred percent pureed pears. He squeezed a bit onto his finger and put it in his own mouth, considering it.

“What are you doing?” Fenrir asked.

“Checking it, making sure it’s suitable for our sons, it’s actually quite good, taste it.”

Harry squeezed the pouch and held the finger full of the pale green goo out for Fenrir, who sneered and shoved his hand away.

“Taste it!” Harry demanded.

Fenrir pulled a bigger face, but relented and allowed Harry to feed him the goo. The way he acted it was like Harry had forced him to eat rabbit shit instead of a pouch of pureed pears.

“That’s disgusting; you can’t feed that to our sons!” He raged.

“It tastes fine to me.” Harry waved away. “If they need it then they’ll have it. They should get enough vitamins from these things to keep them healthy. I don’t want them sick again.”

“They’ve got stuff from seven months too; I got the extra stuff when I said they were twins and were coming up to eight months, snacks and shit.” Jonas said, shoving a bag of apple rice cakes, a bag of sweetcorn rings and a bag of carrot sticks at him. “Something about needing different textures.”

“You got all this for free?” Harry asked with a frown. He had no idea that chemists gave away so much baby stuff for free.

Jonas startled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out two notes and a fistful of coins and handed it to Fenrir carefully. “Yes, I only paid for the medicines, everything else was free, they had a baby event or something and they were giving all this away. I think it was to encourage the parents to get the babies hooked on this stuff so they’d buy more.”

“We’ll steal it in future.” Fenrir acquiesced, which was his way of letting Harry know he’d gotten his own way without it seeming like Fenrir was giving in, because as the alpha male, that would just be a tragedy.

Harry hid his smile and kissed Fenrir ‘in thanks’ for his cooperation and understanding. Fenrir kicked a box and told Jonas to put it all in a black bag and get it in the cave and out of the snow before cupping his hands around his mouth and howling to call the pack back to the clearing.

Several answering howls came back on the wind and Harry smiled, their pack had lost members, had gained members and had grown, he wished Scott, Stacey and Sidney were here to see what they had achieved, but it wasn’t to be, it truly was amazing how quickly things could change in a single year, this time last year he’d been trawling through the snow, barefoot, freezing cold, starving to death and he had just happened to chance upon a small cabin in claimed territory. He was never so glad for anything in all of his life.

Later that night, as the wind picked up, Harry made an executive decision to join his new packmates in their sleeping and storage cave. Bruno’s pack members weren’t used to sleeping outside at all, where Harry and his pack weren’t used to being indoors, but like last year where the cold had driven them to take refuge in the cabin, this year they were using the cave.

Last year Fenrir had used the excuse of Harry being too weak and thin to handle the cold, and the added excuse of wanting to coax himself into feeling the urge to breed, which it was too cold to do so. This year was milder, so Fenrir was feeling the effects of the breeding season more clearly, this year they were waiting for Harry to go into oestrus, so they used the excuse of Ulric’s sickness to hole up in the cave, which maybe wasn’t too wide, but was very deep. The entrance was high enough for them to stand in, but the roof got lower and lower the further towards the back of the cave, there was just enough room for twenty, maybe twenty-five of them if they slept huddled up.

Their new packmates had furs and odd blankets strewn everywhere, where they slept every single night. Used to sleeping on the hard ground in every season except late autumn and winter, when the ground frost hit, the old pack members, who joined them in the cave as soon as Harry had declared he was going to be sleeping inside with his sons, took patches of floor by the entrance to the cave, where they could still smell fresh air, but were shielded from rain, snow and wind, they all huddled together in a puppy pile that Harry, Fenrir and their sons were always the centre of, though Ulric and Felan were bundled up in so many blankets their little bodies were almost lost. They both wore thick woollen hats and had scratch mitts on just in case they managed to slip a hand out of the blankets in the night.

Fenrir was the last into the cave and he dragged a huge fur pelt from one of the black bags after him that he dumped on the wolves closest to the cave entrance, grunting that if the wind changed direction in the night he didn’t want to be disturbed from sleep by their shivering and whinging.

Harry smiled and moved to make room for Fenrir at his back, snuggling into those arms and chest as Fenrir wrapped around him tightly, his alpha checking on Ulric once more, who was getting visibly better the more medicine he had, and on a peacefully sleeping Felan, before settling down fully, Harry in his arms. They fell asleep quickly, but perhaps if they had seen the angry eyes glaring at their backs in the dark, they would have had a harder time getting to sleep.

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Augustus Rookwood didn’t know what had possessed him to meet with the stranger who had owled him out of the blue, but he was so glad that he had, he could have kissed the battered woman for the unknowing gift she had given him.

She had avoided his gaze, spoke curtly and to the point and hadn’t beaten around the bush, she said she didn’t have the time, her alpha thought she was in some little Muggle town getting ‘female products’ instead she had Apparated to London, sent him an owl and gone down Knockturn alley to wait for a meeting with him. He had almost fallen over himself to go and meet her once he had read her letter.

She was from Greyback’s pack and knew exactly where they were located and she confirmed that Potter and the two baby beasts were there too. He definitely could have kissed her as he took the information back to the Dark Lord with a skip in his step.

She had begged him to leave her alpha alone however and he had lied right to her face, promising that only Potter and the two ‘pups’ would be taken and she had almost wept in joy and gratitude as he showed her a sympathetic, understanding face.

“I don’t want them hurt, the pack that is.” She stressed. “But I want that boy and his pups gone. I’m in oestrus and no matter what I do my alpha won’t even look at me! I’ve even presented myself to him and he still won’t take me. His whole focus is on Potter, it’s humiliating!”

Augustus had nodded as if her words meant anything to him, he would have promised her anything she asked for, even a palace on the moon if she’d wanted it, anything to get the location of Potter and Greyback from her.

“I’ll make sure that everyone is protected.” He had promised smoothly. “All we want is Potter, but we’ll take the…pups too if that is what you wish, we just need to know where they are and we’ll do all the hard work for you.”

The beaten woman looked uncomfortable, warring between telling him and not telling him, he could see it on her bruised and swollen face, he made sure his own face was open, sincere and inviting, even if it was a complete lie to lull her into telling him what he wanted to know.

“They’re in Derbyshire.” She said so quietly he almost missed it.

“Where to in Derbyshire?” He asked, trying not to seem too eager, but he had what he’d come for, he could taste his own victory, he would be the most rewarded follower of the Dark Lord, he would have what he came for.

“Just north of Snake Pass.” The woman breathed softly. “I need to go back; he’ll wonder where I am.”

She stood quickly and Augustus could see that she was already regretting telling him where the pack was located, he wondered if she realised yet that she’d just sold out her entire pack, that none of them were going to be left alive or if she was still fooling herself that they’d come in all peaceful, take Potter and the baby beasts and then leave. He wondered if she actually fooled herself into thinking Greyback would just let them walk away with Potter and the vile half bred cubs.

“Remember to act normally for the duration, we’ll strike in the early morning in the next coming weeks, we’ll take Potter and the babies and they’ll be gone before you know it, they’re all we want.” He reassured her.

She nodded absently and he let her leave, she was wringing her hands and her gait was hunched and nervous. She was regretting telling him where her pack lived, he could see it all over her posture and body language, but it was too late now, they knew where the wolves were and as soon as they had the pack in their sights they wouldn’t be able to get away. He just hoped the female wolf didn’t blow the whole mission sky high before they could act, he hoped she just kept her mouth shut and acted normally so nothing clued Greyback into the coming attack, they’d need to take him by surprise if they had any hope of taking the hulking, muscled wolf down.

Augustus had delighted in informing the Dark Lord that Greyback and Potter were in Snake Pass, Derbyshire in front of everyone else, the so called ‘elite’ of the Death Eaters and it was him who had found out, him who had found out the needed information and all because one female wolf had seen his mug shot on an issue of the Daily Prophet once and had remembered his name out of the nine others who had been broken out of Azkaban with him.

They set up a strike quickly afterwards aimed to take them by surprise and scramble the pack, separate off Potter, who would hopefully be carrying the two little beasts. They’d have to be careful and quick in securing Greyback, as the alpha male, he was one of the biggest threats to them. They were under instructions to capture Greyback, Potter and the little beasts, everyone else in the pack was under the orders of capture was convenient, but not strictly necessary.

Augustus was unhappy to find out that the Dark Lord had given the insane, decrepit Lestrange brothers Rodolphus and Rabastan the point of attack, thus making them the team leaders of the whole operation. It was his information they were going on, but if they captured Potter and presented him to the Dark Lord he had no doubts that his part in the attack and capture would pale, he had to make sure that he was the one who captured Potter and the cubs, he couldn’t stand the sneers Malfoy and Snape gave him or how they both shot down his ideas and input.

He would be the most loyal, the most trusted, he alone would be the one closest to the Dark Lord, he deserved it! Out of all of them he deserved it the most and he would have what was owed to him, even if he had to drag Potter to the Dark Lord’s feet by his messy mop of hair, he’d do anything to prove his loyalty, prove his worth, he just wanted the recognition that was owed him, he hadn’t even gotten a ‘good job’ for learning where Greyback and his pack were, nothing! The Dark Lord had immediately started making plans and preparations to attack the pack quickly and swiftly, before the woman could change her mind and alert them that she had betrayed them all to death or capture through jealousy, greed and lust.

Augustus was forced to listen and obey the Lestrange brothers, mostly Rodolphus who was older and who was queerly protective of his younger brother, as they planned and plotted the strike on the pack and the downfall of Greyback and Potter. They would assuredly win this war now, the Order and the Ministry wouldn’t know what hit them and before they could figure it out, Potter, their hope, their saviour, would be dead and cold.

The world would be theirs for the taking, just as the Dark Lord had always promised them. Oh they’d fight, the mere peons would fight against the changes, the Order would stand up and the Ministry might even grow a backbone and fight, but without Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, they had no hope of ever winning in the long run. They would win and no one would be able to stop them, all they had to do was take out Potter and he didn’t know they were coming.

Augustus smiled an evil smile, all his dreams would come true, he just had to make sure that he was the one who shoved Potter down at the Dark Lord’s feet and everything that was owed to him would fall into place.

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Harry was so happy that Ulric was better the next day. He cuddled his son, whose fever had broken in the night and was much better, if a bit subdued the next morning.

He didn’t play much, he whined instead of cried and didn’t move much, but his temperature had come right down, so Harry wasn’t too worried, he just kept a very close eye on him and refused to let him be put down, he was held against the body heat of someone all day, either him, Fenrir, Loren or Miles had him all day, cradled close to their chests as he lethargically lay in their arms, content to just rest and recover.

Felan was his usual whining self, he made noises when he thought he wasn’t getting enough attention, he whined when he was wet, when he was hungry or when he wanted something. He was just a very whiny baby and Harry still loved him for it as Felan made a soft grunting noise as Harry picked him up, whining about being moved from his comfortable spot.

Harry had him bundled up in a thick snowsuit that Bryan had gotten when he had gone to steal a dozen new knives for the pack after it emerged that Bruno hadn’t let his pack members have any weapons, Loren had commented that no wonder their hunts were mostly unsuccessful with no knives to help them bring down prey.

The snowsuits came with thick mittens and Bryan had even swiped two pairs of wellies too, just so Harry didn’t have to bundle them up in several blankets and they had a bit more movement, though not much as the suit was so padded the boys looked completely round.

It didn’t stop Felan from trying his hardest though as he tried to move in the snowsuit, trying to reach for Harry, who had his current favourite toy dangling just out of reach.

“Come on Felan, come on baby, just a little further, you can use your hands and knees too, instead of doing the whole worm thing.” Harry laughed as Felan wiggled on his belly without using his hands and knees.

“Still refusing to cooperate?” Fenrir grunted, sitting down behind him and wrapping his arms around him, touching and caressing his skin with cold hands, slipping them under Harry’s shirt and jumper making his mate jump at the contact.

Harry nodded. “Still refusing to move or speak past whining, I think he takes after you.”

Harry was pulled backwards suddenly onto Fenrir’s lap and kissed until his lungs screamed for oxygen. They broke apart and Harry laughed breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Fenrir’s neck, playing with his lengthening hair and the nape of his neck with his fingers. They kissed slower and deeper this time, coming apart to breathe only to kiss once more, Harry still hadn’t gone into oestrus, though Fenrir was constantly hard now because all three female bitches had gone into oestrus and all three were trying to get Fenrir’s attention, sniffing around him at all hours and whining for him, Harry hoped he would go into oestrus soon, they still hadn’t stopped hounding him that they’d be the next alpha bitch and he’d be kicked to the curb. He made sure to point out smugly that they’d been in oestrus for a while and Fenrir hadn’t even looked in their direction, which shut them up, but they were determined and relentless, they wanted his mate and they wanted his position in the pack, but he would not give up Fenrir without a fight, the position of alpha bitch was a perk, but he’d be just as happy if Fenrir were a lone wolf with no pack but the two of them and their twins, it was just a coincidence that Fenrir was the alpha male of the pack and Harry as his breeding partner was automatically bumped up to the position of alpha bitch.

“Alpha.”

Harry snarled at Bernice as she interrupted them, lunging forward to pick up Felan from her feet and pulling him onto his lap, settling himself further into Fenrir’s lap and wrapping his arms back around his neck, pressing his lips to his cheek in possession before he rubbed his cheek against the stubble on Fenrir’s chin, marking him as his.

“What do you want?” Fenrir grunted. Harry felt him stiffen further in his jeans as her fertile, breeding scent aroused his wolf side. It made him more possessive and jealous as his arms tightened around Fenrir’s neck. He hated that they could arouse his mate, that their fertile scents were driving him insane with the urge to breed them, they had no right to his mate, they had no right to force him into hardness with their scents. Fenrir was his and he wouldn’t let them have him!

“Per…permission to go to the town, alpha.”

“You’re an omega; you’re not allowed to leave the clearing.” Fenrir dismissed curtly.

“I’m in oestrus alpha, we all are…well, almost all of us are.” She gave a look to Harry that made his top lip curl into a snarl, a low growl trickling from his throat at her blatant insult and lack of respect. “We need female products; our unfertilised, wasted eggs are making us bleed.”

The abhorrently disgusted face that Fenrir pulled made Harry duck his head so his alpha didn’t see his uncontrollable grin.

“I remember now why I preferred having an all-male pack.” He sneered, his strong nose crumpling in his repulsion.

“You wouldn’t leave us bleed, would you alpha?” Bernice asked gaspingly, almost panicked by the thought.

“Of course not, it’s disgusting enough as it is without you three bleeding all over my home. Go to the town and steal the shit you need and come back before sundown, I don’t want you waking me up by stumbling all over the place in the dark and don’t bleed on me, my mate, my sons or my pack members. Sort yourselves the fuck out.”

Bernice was a shade of red by the time Fenrir dismissed her, thoroughly humiliated and she left quickly.

“I don’t like her leaving; maybe you should have sent someone more trustworthy.” Jonas said softly so no one else could hear and averting his eyes so Fenrir didn’t take his words as a challenge. “I would have gone, you know I would have, all you had to do was ask me, alpha.”

“I just wanted her gone; even if it is for half a day, her and the others are pissing me off.” Fenrir grunted.

“I’d be more than happy to alleviate my alpha’s tension.” Harry said softly, pretending to be coy as he smiled up at Fenrir through his lashes.

“Fuck!” Fenrir cursed as his cock throbbed achingly in his tight, rough jeans. “Jonas, watch my pups, don’t leave them, my bitch begs me of my attentions.”

Jonas smiled and took Felan from Harry’s lap gently. “Work it all out of your systems! We might actually be able to get some sleep tonight.”

“Don’t count on it.” Harry grinned. “I’ve got that hot, flushed feeling again; I think my period of oestrus is finally starting.”

That wound Fenrir up more and he dragged Harry off laughing to the stream where they fucked and made love several times a day now, this time however, he had a feeling that this time was going to be just the thing to push him over the edge and start his breeding period, he couldn’t wait to carry Fenrir’s pups again.

Harry’s fertile period hit with full force the next morning and he and Fenrir didn’t even leave the cave before mating together, Fenrir pinning him down and covering him as he mated to him once more, claiming Harry as his breeding partner for the second year in a row.

They were exhausted, but happy when they stopped for a break because their bellies roared for food and Harry needed support when walking, which garnered a lot of whistles and cat calls, but he just laughed and sat with Fenrir, greeting his sons and telling them, loudly, that they might have a brother or sister or two in a few months. Of course his sons didn’t understand and it was more for the benefit of the red faced females, but Harry didn’t much care.

He lounged around with Ulric and Felan after their lunch while Fenrir did what he had to, to ensure that everything was normal and that everything was as it should be, that they had fresh, clean water to drink now that the smaller streams were freezing over, that their food stocks were still high and that there was no tension between any pack members, but since they had Burne and Bernice as omega wolves, the pack was strangely completely devoid of any tension, it seemed they had needed a few omega wolves to calm them all down some. There was a small bit of tension between Harry and the three females, but that was to be expected and it wouldn’t be dispersed anytime soon, especially not now that Fenrir had claimed him as his alpha bitch once more, despite all their assurances and denials that he wouldn’t claim Harry a second time and that Harry wouldn’t be alpha bitch again.

Harry and Fenrir drifted off into their own little world, they came out of their shell for meal times and to see their sons on a rest period, but most of their time, like the first time they had mated in the breeding season, they spent the day fucking and claiming one another.

Fenrir could hardly leave him alone for more than an hour at a time and the looks on the three bitches faces as Fenrir caressed and held him, kissed and bit at him while they were on a rest break made Harry exaggerate his moves and moans more than he needed to, just to kick them in the teeth with the knowledge that Fenrir had chosen him and not them, that he was the alpha bitch once more and he could potentially be carrying their alpha male’s pups once again. He was a very smug bitch about it too and as he grinned over at the three women from over the tops of his sons’ heads, he made sure they knew it too.

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