Alphas

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Just outside the entrance of the cave Silverrage was fuming with rage. How dare he? How fucking dared he come and take what was rightfully his? Silverrage had spent the last moth with the Dark Lords armies. He was sent there because at the time Greyback was apparently not well. Only later had it been discovered that he was indeed carrying, therefore he did not know of his newly mated stature. He was himself a dominant wolf, but for Fenrir he would gladly be submissive.

Tired of waiting he retreated to the other side of the camp to finds something to eat, but sat down on a spot where he could se the entrance clearly.

When the newlyweds finally made their way out of their nest they walked closely together with their hands entwined. The stranger was slightly larger than Fenrir, which was strange for a Sub, but he was young and probably not of any experience to speak of. This would be easy. Silverrage stood up and marched across the camp. The couple was talking to Elder and Ariana now. Both of the women were fussing over the stranger and practically petting him. His anger reached new height as they began to laugh.

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Harry laughed when Elder told him how Fenrir reacted when she told him he was carrying.

“I never thought you’d be the kind to faint, love.”

“Never thought I was the kind to let myself be taken in an alley either.” He grumbled “Guess I’m learning new things about my self.” He tried to act offended but sorely failed when Harry ghosted his fingers across him ribs.

“ Changed my mind. You have a dangerous likeness to your mother.”

“Suppose you’re right. Dad said the same thing.” Harry laughed.

“You!!” sounded an unfamiliar voice behind them. “I challenge you!” Harry turned to the raging man with a quirked brow.

“Are you talking to me?”

“Who else?”

“As I’m not familiar with your traditions, would it be rude of me to tell you to fuck off?” Harry snapped. He was not about to get into a fight on his first visit.

“Yes.” Both females said. Harry sighed. If he was going to do this, at least he wanted to know which rule he broke.

“Fine. I accept the challenge, but I want to know why you are challenging me.” The challenging wolf’s eyes drifted to Fenrir, before they snapped back up on the strange wolf. Realisation hit Harry as he followed his eyes. He wanted Fenrir. He wanted his mate. Well, that was not going to happen, ever.

“I’m Silverrage. I would like to know who I am tearing apart for my prize.” Fenrir made a noise of protest in the back of his throat. He was not a fucking prize to be handed over. Harry decided that this would be a good time to set his real name to the test of it’s power.

“Logan Malfoy Lestrange.” Harry growled as he advanced on the other wolf. Silverrage’s eyes widened slightly, but hid his shock well. At that point Harry pulled his hair away from his face to reveal a lightning bolt scar.

“But you can call me Harry Potter. Your conditions?” Harry Potter? If he could kill him, surely the Dark Lord would reward him greatly.

“To the death.” The smiles disappeared from the two women’s faces.

“To the death.” Harry answered. They walked to the small clearing. The pack had gathered around them and was placing bets. Fenrir was the only one not in a good mood about this. He knew his mate was strong, stronger than him, but he was very young, and Silverrage had fought in the previous war and was older and more experienced than them both. Harry sensed his mate’s worry and decided then and there to make his suffering swift.

To fight this wolf, he would have to become Logan. Become him like he did whenever he fought a fight or bedded a woman or a man. Whenever he faced adversary, his enemy faced Logan Malfoy Lestrange, not Harry Potter. Potter was a pawn, not a warrior, not him, but a mask to present to the world. Logan was ‘he’.

His true self; a warrior, a husband and a father to be.

The two men circled each other, waiting for the other to attack. As Harry expected Silverrages anger drove him to loose his cool. Silverrage drove at him in a blinding speed. Logan could feel the crowd around him hold their breath in anticipation, and gasp in bewilderment when he didn’t move from the older mans line of fire.

When Silverrage was close enough Harry made a move that his father had taught him, and his before that. The Malfoy’s had been a warrior clan. They knew how to fight. Taking one look at Lucius or Draco you would never think that they would be able to kick someone’s arse without magic, but they could do it, quite thoroughly too. Logan knew only too well that Draco did not need Crabbe and Goyle to look after him. He could manage spectacularly on his own.

One more step, then Silverrage would be on the perfect spot. There.

Harry ran head to head with the older wolf and gave an inward smirk when the crowd awarded him with another gasp. Harry snaked a strong arm around his neck and leaped over the man. When he landed on the other side, standing back to back with his challenger he gave a powerful yank and threw him over his shoulder. The sickening crack was lost in the sounds of the crowd.

Before Silverrage could hit the ground, he was dead. The fight had lasted 13 seconds.

Harry stared at the dead body at his feet. Not one crimson drop spilled. His mother would have been proud of his handy work.

“Anyone else?” Harry asked the silent crowd.

“Anyone else…” he said a little louder. “…that would like to fight me for my mate, because this is your final chance. Next time I won’t be so kind to accept a challenge… I will kill you on the fucking spot you stand on.” He finally growled. The other dominants of the pack seemed to understand quite clearly as they lowered they gaze submissively.

“I thought so.” He gave a soft smile as he felt his mate’s arms wrapped around his waist. Fenrir ducked under his arm and buried himself in his side as the walked back to the main cap area.

“What else don’t I know about you?”

“You’ll find out in due time love, but if you’re impatient, just ask anything you like, and I’ll answer.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Fenrir tapped a finger on his chin and seemed to be in deep thought.

“Okay…how many partners did you have before me?” he asked snidely. Harry choked on his newly acquired goblet of water, and started to cough. Bright red in the face he finally managed to get out an answer.

“Except that.” Fenrir just laughed. When he didn’t stop Harry looked at him weirdly before giving up.

“I deserved that didn’t I?”

“Damn straight you did. Don’t ever scare me like that again. I’m not raising our cub on my own.” He said and sat down with the pack. Harry sat down next to him, and before Fenrir could say ‘bastard’ he found himself straddling his mate with a strong arm around his waist holding him there and another warm hand stroking his thigh.

“How long do you think breakfast will take?” he whispered huskily.

“Not long.”

“Take you time and eat properly. Remember you’re eating for two now…”

“Not you to…” Fenrir sighed

“…and you’ll need the extra energy.” he said and scooted Fenrir closer to his so that he could feel his need for a proper farewell before going back to Hogwarts.

“How do you do it?” he breathed.

“I have a very arousing husband.” He smirked at tipped Fenrir closer and caught his lips in a deep kiss, both subdue his own need, and to show the pack that Fenrir was his, just encase someone didn’t get the message earlier.


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A/N. i know its not a long chapter, but its here. you can all thank my cusins boyfriend for connecting me to the internet when i had tried for hours (he's an engineer so he knows how) please review.