Alphas

things are moving a bit fast here so fasten you seatbelts and dont let go......


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Harry was lying on his back with Fenrir using him as a pillow. He had a few new cuts and a few dozen bruises, but what do you expect when you sneak up on a werewolf, even when in human form? Harry frowned at his own line of though. Who was he trying to kid? He was so insanely sore from the fight he was still uncomfortable laying on the ground- and he healed wickedly fast.

After they had established that they were not going to tear eachother apart- some three or four hours later, Fenrir was upset with him for some reason,- they had talked for hours.

Werewolf Alpha Doms and Subs had a choice when it came to their mating- whether to do it or not. It was not the physical act of mating; they would never be bound together by magic like the normal werewolf couple, but it would be a union of trust. In the end they had decided to give it a try. What harm could it do anyway? The attraction was definetly there.


Harry caught a scent coming from Fenrir that he has not noticed before. He rolled them gently over and sniffed every reachable corner but stopped at his abandon. There it was; a slight swell, barely noticeable. If Fenrir had been a girl, he would never have noticed, and put the change of scent up to her menstrual cycle, but on his mate’s otherwise flat muscled abs, the small swelling just above the dark nest of curls did not quite fit in. The scent coming from that particuliar spot sough forth a feeling of possessiveness in Harry. Was this why Fenrir was upset with him? – it would be understandable.

Harry looked up at Fenrir with questioning eyes. He was met with a pair of scared dark brown orbs and a full red lip that was being heavily abused by sharp white teeth. Fenrir was nervous and very much so. He was not happy about being up the duff, but it was still his baby and it was growing ‘inside’ of him. What if Harry did not want him- or the cub?

Harry noticed that Fenrir was shaking. Was he really scared? He wondered. “Are you pregnant?” Harry asked in awe. He received a nervous nod in return.“How long?”

“Almost a month” he whispered, still afraid of the reaction he would receive.

“And it’s mine?” Considering the ways of werewolves, Fenrir thought that this was an entirely fair question, but he could not help but feeling a bit upset.“Yes.” He whispered, but his voice still broke. He averted his misted sight from Harry’s intense gaze. He was sure of rejection from his dominant, and he did not know how to handle it.

Harry saw the tears forming in his beautiful mate’s eyes and quickly sat up and pulled him in for a deep kiss. The need for air cut their kiss short. Harry nuzzled Fenrir’s neck and mumbled apologies.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question you, I just…”

“You’re not leaving me?” Fenrir interrupted. His eyes were puffy from the tears threatening to spill.

Harry could not resist the blood red pouty lip any longer than the few seconds they had been separated already and licked the tear that was rolling along the corner of his mates mouth. Harry’s eyes went dark with desire.

“Never.” he whispered in a husky voice. “How could I ever?” Once again the inner wolf took complete control and he bit deeply into the soft flesh at the base of the neck and reopened the claiming mark. Fenrir groaned at the small lightings of pleasure and pain, it felt so good. Harry lapped up the leaking blood and turned his mate to straddle his lap with his back against his chest. He held steady hands on Fenrir’s hips as he slowly sank onto Harry’s newly hardened erection.

Fenrir panted with the effort of taking in his lover. Despite his endless line of sexual conquests, Harry was his first and despite the countless orgasms that were torn from his body, he was still new to this. Harry seemed to sense it and steadied him so he did not hurt himself. Slowly he lifted him back up and let him slide down. It was still a tight fit, but they would not have it other way.

Harry was having a hard time controlling himself. All he wanted to do was nuzzle him to death. Fenrir was so tight, so delicious and deep inside him was his pup lying, just waiting to be born. It felt so unreal. He was going to be a father.

Fenrir let out a whimper and gripped handfuls of grass in his quivering fists when his prostate was struck head on. Harry smirked and jacked his hips again. Sure as the moon would rise, Fenrir gasped as his sweet spot was stabbed again and again. His legs were weak and his body was shaking slightly, but he could not help impaling himself on that lovely piece of Harry. Fenrir threw his head back to rest on Harry’s shoulder as they rocked together.

Harry lived and breathed only for the quiet mewls and wonderful sounds coming from his mate. His mate- by choice, because he wanted him. He flipped Fenrir around so that they were chest to chest, held him tightly against him and breathed him in.

Feeling the hard flesh inside him twist around was entirely new and it hurt just a little bit too much, but then strong teeth nipping his claiming mark drove it away like a patronus would a dementor.

Hard and slowly they rode together under the nearly full moon. The sweat-slicked bodies shaking as the reached their completion, beneath her, pleased her and she would let them know. In her way, she would let them know. They were her chosen ones.

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Dawn came too quickly for the new lovers taste as they lay in the damp grass and bathed in the cool rays of the morning sun, but it had to come to an end.

Too soon they were standing just by the edge of the forest saying their good byes. Harry was going back to Hogwarts this morning and the train would leave in an hour and a half. They held tightly onto each other. Not wanting to let go of the other, even if it could cost them their lives

One hour and fifteen minutes.

Tangled hair and frenzied kisses defined this moment. Tears rolled down their cheeks and their whispers of longing were chapped and cracked, but as healing honey to the heart.

One hour.

A treasure was trapped between their embracing bodies. The most valuable treasure of all. They would give up their lives. They would abandon this war separating them and all it’s ideals, horrors, honour, bloodshed, and morals, for this treasure. For their child, they would do anything.

Thirty minutes.

Broken words of trust and truth flooded the inches between them.

Twenty-five minutes.

“When we have the first Hogsmead weekend I will visit you and our pup.” Harry whispered.

“You promise?”

“Promise” he said and tightened his grip.

Twenty-two minutes

“Fenrir?”

“Mhm?” came the muffled answer

“Will you bond with me?”

Twenty minutes

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A/N; i hope you enjoyed the chapter and that it explained a few things. im just a bit bored by the mate thig- them being bound together by magic and driven loony by the moon whan apart. Anyway, here is a TEASER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.

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A puffy cheeked and teary-eyed Harry Potter stumbled in the front door of Privet Drive number four. The silence he expected was not what he got.

“Harry James Potter!! “ Vernon bellowed. “Why are you here?”He didn’t receive a response. Harry just stood in the hall as sobs wretched his young body. Vernon ceased his yelling and took in the sight of the boy in front of him. During the sixteen years he had known him, he had never seen him cry, not even as a baby. Seeing him so broken trigged something in his usually unresponsive heart; compassion.

“Your train leaves in fifteen minutes, if you’re lucky…” Vernon said. Suddenly he found his arms full of the crying mess that he in the past year in secret had become proud to call his nephew.

“Boy, calm down and tell me what’s wrong.” He said and patted Harry’s back.

“Nothing.” he heard being mumbled from somewhere between the folds of his shirt where Harry had buried his face.
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A/N; CHEW ON THAT...