Alphas

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Fenrir let his eyes open a slit, but his efforts were only rewarded with a wave of nausea. He bolts upright but only comes as far as lying across Elders left thigh. She holds back his long messily braided hair and wiped the sweat off his brow. A low tune flooded the cave and Fenrir is oddly comforted and his stomach settled down. He made a move to stand up, but was promptly pulled back down.

“Oh no you don’t, cub. You stay here.” Fenrir frowned at being called a cub, but when thinking about it, he would always be Elders cub, no matter how old he got. He sighed and made himself comfortable in his grandmother’s lap. Her hands worked her way through his hair, untangling braids and redoing them.

“Shall I tell you a story my puppy?”

“Will you tell it if I say no?”

“Yes.” Elder chuckled.

“Then please go ahead.”

“Once upon a time there was a strong and powerful alpha that ruled over a great territory. In some ways he was like many others, but somehow different. He was truly the strongest werewolf around, a true dom. One day he was walking in the forest all by himself, that is when it happened; he was scented.”

“But he was an alpha. How could he be scented?”

“Ah, but that is the question. How could and alpha, the strongest alpha amongst them all be a submissive? I tell you puppy. He was scented by the Alpha Dom; the Werewolf Lord. The Lord is not born Wolf, neither turned, but is chosen by our Mother Moon. His mate, the alpha Sub, is the strongest of all true wolfs. The Lords consort is different from others because even though he is a sub, he is only submissive to his Dom, but no other wolf in the entire world. The Lord belongs to no single pack. He is the leader of wolves as a whole. He has no right to take charge of his mate’s pack, but he has every right to interfere when it comes to his mate’s or his puppys’ safety.

“What has all of this got to do with me?” he sighs in frustration. Elder smiled. How was she going to break this news to her cub? Sometimes even the smartest cub could be a bit dumb when they didn’t really want to face the facts.They sat in complete silence for a while before she decided that the method of ripping off bandages would be the only way. She takes a deep breath and thanks the moon for that he is already lying down.

“You’ve been scented Fenrir, and you’re carrying.”

“Uh?”

“You’re having a pup.” Elder gave a weak chuckle as she felt Fenrir choke and go slack in her arms.

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On Draco’s advice Harry had taken the trip to Diagon Alley to look up Fenrir in the library.

The library was as massive as Gringotts, but he found his way to the files department quickly. Fenrir’s file was not thick and held little information about him and his pack. Mainly it was all just a bunch of speculations, but one thing caught Harry’s attention. It was the little red note on the bottom written by hand that said ‘possible Alpha Sub’. What the hell was an Alpha Sub? Tearing though the library he finally found an old leather bound book titled “Alpha Dominants and Submissive.” The book itself was not big, but seemed to consist mostly of a brightly coloured record of names and dates. Shrugging his shoulders he jumped back to the beginning and read patiently. There were bit’s of history, but most were descriptions of the Alpha Dom and Sub and their responsibilities to their people. Apparently they were some sorts of Lords of Werewolves. In the end he got tired of reading an skipped to the end of the records to see if Fenrir was there.

He was, along with another name.

“Shit!” he muttered under his breath.

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Ever since he came back from Diagon Alley that morning Ginny had glued herself to him and acted like a whore at every given opportunity. It seemed like no one but, him, Draco and Sirius ever noticed. In the others minds she had the right to be clingy. She was after all carrying his child. By the end of the day Harry was fuming with anger and irritation.

“For the last fucking time! Get off me!” Harry seethed.

“But Harry…” Ginny pouted and sat herself even closer and flung a leg over his thigh- a sign of possessiveness and to tell him ‘you’re not getting away’. It was obvious to Harry that theydid not speak the same language; to him it sounded more like ‘I have a death wish’.

“Oh Harry.” Mrs Weasley cooed with a touch of venom. “Pregnant woman need more attention than those who are not, but think of what you gain.” Harry raised two very disbelieved brows before they fell down in a scowl.

“That’s it! Since Sirius made this the bloody headquarters, I can’t toss you out on your hide, but nothing is keeping ‘me’ here.” He said and stormed off. In his hurry he didn’t notice Ginny lashing onto him, neither did he notice her falling in an undignified heap on the floor when he stood up- not that he cared the least.

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From the very moment he stepped out in the damp fresh air he ran. All the frustration and anger he put into every powerful step and every leap he over fallen trees. If it had been night, it would have been a perfect comparison to his mood.

It didn’t take long until he reached a small clearing. The trees surrounded the small spot and the sun filtered through the leaves creating a beautiful play of lights. There was even a tiny little stream running around on the side. The thing that caught his attention was the form that was lying stretched out with his arms folded behind his head and his feet in the water.

Carefully he made his way over to the sleeping form. He had only taken a few steps before he recognised the scent. It was Fenrir.

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Okay, so this chapter wasnt that long, but i hop eyou liked it. i feel a bit sorry for fenrir though because im going to make things hard for him, any objections?