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July 31, 1996 - 815AM
Fenrir's Den
Harrison woke the morning of his sixteenth birthday in the large bed he had woken in his very first day, listening to the music playing from one of the other rooms. It was an interesting hip-hop beat, that he started to listen to until his bladder started talking.
After relieving himself, he walked out of the bedroom, through the sitting room and into the kitchen where he found Fenrir attempting to cook. The large man slammed a hand down on the counter, causing Harrison to jump and begin to shake. There were several murmurs, a curse and a growl. He chuckled at the large man's back, glancing around the counter.
Instinctively, Harrison rushed forward and approached from the side, seeing the disastrous mess on the opposite counter. There was what looked like broken eggs, spilled milk, flour sprinkled across the counter in a huge mess. He looked to the huge slab of meat, and tried to figure it out when he saw the large knife in the man's hand.
"You don't cook often, do you?" Fenrir looked over at his amused smirk.
"Dominants, more importantly Alphas, do not cook. We hunt. We build. We fight and protect."
Harrison smiled, and took the knife carefully from the man's large hand, and laid it into the sink.
"Let me. Sit, I'll cook."
Fenrir moved around the counter to sit at the bar to watch. "I am sorry. I wanted to cook breakfast in bed for your birthday."
"It is the thought that counts." Harrison smiled, shaving pieces of meat from the chunk of meat. He produced several eggs cracking and scrambling them before setting them aside. He dumped the several dozen strips of bacon into the skillet on the stove and gathered his ingredients from the open pantry to prepare pancakes. While his pancake skillet was heating up, he cleaned up the flour and milk mess from the counter with a small smile, began to brew the coffee, and mixed together dough for bread.
He poured a cup of coffee and brought it to the large man and smiled when the man immediately sipped and smiled. "Mmm...this is wonderful. Thank you." Within thirty minutes, Harrison slipped into the smaller chair at the table and smiled watching the large Alpha eating the meal he had prepared. The man stopped eating to make up Harrison's plate and smiled. For some reason, the feeling of providing the man with food filled him with warmth.
"Do you have a race inheritance, pet?"
"I...I do not know, but then again I do not know much about my family." Fenrir turned back to his breakfast, but often glanced over at the teen sitting next to him.
"So, tell me, what kind of cake would you like for your party tonight?"
Harrison stared at the Alpha for a moment. "Um...my favorite, I only get it whenever I go to Hogwarts. German Chocolate Cake with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream."
Fenrir nodded, and smiled.
"Have...has Dad replied yet?"
"Not yet, Cub." He smiled. "I will be seeing them today most likely, and I will give you a full rundown on them this evening. Try not to worry, please."
Harrison nodded. "I'm not really worrying, I guess. I was just hoping that they hadn't forgotten my birthday, you know."
Fenrir smiled as the teen gathered the empty dishes and began to fill the sink with sudsy water to begin washing up.
"Why don't you have a mate?" Harrison asked while he refilled the werewolf's mug.
"The stars have not aligned our paths yet. However, I feel that they soon will."
Harrison looked over at the man confused. "I am not following."
"I have a good deal to do today, to include getting you a suitable gift and cake. I must leave shortly for the Dark Lord's manor. Perhaps we shall speak of it another time. Does that sound agreeable?"
Harrison smiled and nodded. "Do, I mean, if I am allowed, do you have any books on the real society of the werewolves?" Fenrir sat back and looked at him for a few moments. Harrison didn't even turn around, but he heard the man stand and leave the room. He closed his eyes somewhat disappointed, but he continued about his chore. Letting out the water and wiping the counter clean, he turned around to see Fenrir coming back into the room dressed in Death Eater robes and carrying books in his hands.
"Here are your chores for today. You will find the cleaning supplies under the counters in the bath." Harrison nodded. "After your chores, you can read about the werewolves." Fenrir placed a few sleek hardback tomes on the table "Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." The man nodded, and smiled.
"Good, I will be home around seven. We'll eat then and have a small party to celebrate for you." He transfigured a clock on the counter and moved to the door and outside. Harrison moved to the glass door and watched as the man disappeared down the path.
~~~~~Fenrir's Mate~~~~~
Remus yawned snuggling his mate closer. He often woke slowly, reluctantly. He was warm and comfortable underneath the thick blankets, listening to the chirping of the birds. A warmth against his chest slowly registered and he smiled, opening his eyes to see his mate snuggled against his chest.
He reached out with one hand and carefully traced his sleeping mate's face. Even just six days of being together again such an occurrence was rare. Regulus was diligent about the cares of his mate and was often up at the crack of dawn and in the kitchen with Kreacher cooking.
Sitting up, he traced the mark on Regulus' neck, the one that matched his own. Faint in the dawn's light, the original bite mark was still just as sharp as it would have been when he was bitten. Though he knew a great deal about his mate, he still didn't know the exact tale of how Regulus was bitten, though he knew he had been a teenager. He knew exactly how traumatizing it had been for his mate, and the fear he held when he had come to Remus to break up with him, believing Remus would never want him again.
Remus had gathered the fourteen year old boy close and kissed him before pulling his own collar aside to show his own mark. Regulus had been surprised when he saw and smelled the mark. Remus told him of how it had happened and why and smiled kissing the boy. He smiled at realizing that now his boyfriend was werewolf, he could smell him as his mate.
He was startled out of his thoughts when a hand settled over his own tracing fingers, stilling them. Remus gazed into warm, hazy, topaz eyes and smiled softly. Regulus returned the smile with one of his own, tugging Remus' unresisting form back down against him. Remus smiled, holding the younger man against his chest.
"What has you thinking so early?" Regulus asked in his soft husky voice.
"A few things, love, and it is not so early. The birds are awake after all."
Regulus chuckled sweetly and licked his mate's neck. "I see what Siri meant about your 'not-answers.' Your argument doesn't make much sense, by the way, as the birds wake at first light, which is very early."
"Be technical, my love," Remus smiled. "How you can manage to win an argument with logic when you have just woken up is beyond my comprehension."
"It is a talent," Regulus yawned and stretched. "Now, what has my mate up so early?"
"Fenrir, or more like Felsus, that is still confusing me. You. Siri. What we will do for money. To name a few." Remus sighed. "Debating about you going to school at Hogwarts now that you are back. I want to keep you here with me, where I can keep you safe. I don't want you branded like I was. It is painful and degrading."
Reggie snickered. "Watch out, love; your dominant is showing through."
Remus rolled his eyes. "I told you I am not an dominant, you little minx." Remus grabbed a small hand trailing toward his waist. "Stop trying to distract me."
"If I recall," Regulus murmured. "You are always the one on top, pounding me into the mattress. You are the one that always wishes to protect me, and the pack's cub. You are the one that insists on finding work so that you can provide for me. If that is not a dominant, I do not know what is."
Remus replied sullenly. "I do not look like an dominant."
"Looks can be deceiving, my mate. And, when did you start disliking my distractions." A hand grasped firmly around the older werewolf, and Regulus was rewarded with a low, husky growl from his mate before the larger man dove for him, kissing him and growling as he situated himself between his mates thighs. Regulus moaned at the friction.
"How can you feel so good this morning after last night? I honestly feel like hell." Remus whined and nuzzled his mate, remembering the full moon the night before. He remembered Sirius and Severus locking them into their chambers.
"I have had more practice at it, love. Did I hurt you last night?"
"A good hurt, but I am really sore this morning. I don't think I am letting anything inside me right now."
Remus whined, worried for his young mate. Regulus gasped when a warm mouth enclosed him.
"Oh, gods," the older werewolf hummed, nipping at the small teen. He tossed the blanket down and moaned at seeing the man, sucking on him. "Remi, do...do you remember when I told you that the Dog Star sent Siri and I back in the same condition as we left?"
"Mmmhmm," Remus smiled.
"Did Sirius happen to tell you about my condition before I was murdered?"
"No, why?" Everything in Regulus' mind went to mush as his mate made him forget momentarily. Remus smiled at his young mate's slight confusion.
"Remi, please. Trying to tell you something important. Please." Remus growled, but stopped gazing up from where he knelt between his mate's legs.
"Hurry and tell me so, I can make you scream."
Regulus reached for Remus hand and gently placed the hand on his stomach and held it there. Remus looked from his mate's face, down to his hand on the young man's stomach, sat up straight with a gasp. Reverently, Remus laid his head on the teen's firm stomach and yipped.
"I was two months along when Dumbledore killed me. Your are going to have a cub of your very own by February." Remus looked up at boy's face, before throwing his head back and letting out a joyous howl.
Nearby in the Master's Suite, Sirius and Severus were snuggled together, the thin lithe vampire cuddled against his incubus mate. "Sounds like Reggie finally told the wolf about his furry spawn." The vampire chuckled, his head resting on his mate's muscled stomach. His sharp fingernail trailing the ridges, while his man stroked his hair. "I hate it when you are right. I really wanted that cauldron."
Sirius smiled down at his mate, loving the feel of silky hair.
"You should know better that to bet against a Black, love. We did, after all, build our fortune from gambling." Sirius sighed. "Now, I do believe you owe me one of your famous massages." Severus sat up and smiled as his mate turned onto his stomach.
"What do you think about me getting a tattoo?" The Potion Master straddled his mate's naked rear and set to work relieving the knots and kinks.
"I don't think it a good idea. Look at the last tattoo you got, not a pretty sight."
"This one I wanted to have you design. I mean, you designed all of yours." Sirius lifted his head, thinking about it.
"What do you have in mind? Give me some ideas."
"I was thinking something symbolic," he spoke finding a particularly bad knot. He was rewarded with a loud growl of pleasure from his mate. "Maybe, something for our family. Something like the one on your back here." He tapped the five animagus symbols on the man's back.
"Who do you want in it?" He reached over for his sketch pad on the end table.
"You and I, of course. Lily. Our resident wolves. Luc. My mum."
"Colors?"
"You decide. When are you going to have pup added?"
"When he achieves his animagus, I can't very well put a pup on me and have him turn up a lion. Can I?"
"No."
"Your mother was a mare animagus, right?" He received a hum as an assent. While his mate gave him a well needed back massage he drew his mate a beautiful tattoo.
Severus sighed and looked at the picture next to the bed. "He hasn't replied yet, has he?"
"No," Sirius flipped himself and smiled up at his mate. "I am not expecting a reply automatically. How would you react if your snarky, foul-tempered and greasy vampire potion master went from being your enemy one moment to your uncle, let alone your godfather. Or that the man who he believes has been trying to kill him is his grandfather. I think he is entitled to some time to think it over."
"I wish I had known. I wish Lily would have told me she was my sister. Hell, I even wish I could have taken the boy in. Anything is better than that abusive muggle."
"Indeed." Sirius rolled his mate to his back and slipped easily into the vampire. "So, tell me something lover, all this talk about cubs and pups, when are you going to give me a kit? I cannot wait to see you round with my kit growing strong inside you." Severus grabbed his wand and waved it over his abdomen a few times, and they watched as a blue light shimmered and lowered into the vampire's belly.
"You only had to ask." He tossed his wand under his pillow and pulled his mate close.
Sirius lowered into a kiss with a predatory smile on his face. No sooner did they start kissing, his bedroom door slammed open causing both men to tense and raise their wands on a very irate Petunia.
"Tuney?" Sirius lowered his wand, pulling the blankets over themselves. "A knock would have been appreciated."
"I think once you see this, a knock will be the least of your worries." Both men looked at one another, neither had ever seen the woman angry. She was always a calm and sweet natured woman. She tossed the newspaper on the bed next to them and began pacing.
Voldemort stood just outside the door, eyes blazing in anger. He had already destroyed the breakfast room thrice, repaired it thrice and then watched the woman destroy it. He had stood by smirking at the woman in her glorious anger. He thought her a fascinating creature. Once he had repaired the damage she had done, they had stormed up to the family wing and he took full pleasure in kicking the Master Suite doors open.
He watched as the two men in the bed went pale as they read the article. The men looked up at the red-eyed man.
"Please tell me I am seeing things." They looked to Petunia sobbing into her hands at the fireplace. "Voldemort?"
"I sent Yaxley to the Ministry. Lucius law firm is already breaking down the doors of the Daily Prophet, in their official capacity as the Black family lawyers, informing them of the lawsuit that is about to be served upon them, for publishing material as it regards to a minor. We won't know anything for a few hours I am afraid." The man spoke through gritted teeth. The man summoned the paper.
"Dursleys?" Severus hissed, his eyes glowing in anger.
"The Lestranges, Parkinson, and Thorfinn are collecting them as we speak. I have issued instruction for them to be taken down to the dungeons."
Black nodded. "Please rouse our wolves. We will be down once we dress."
They looked over at the elf that appeared behind Voldemort. "Master, Head Alpha Greyback has arrived with news of Master Harrison."
"See that he has refreshments, Lolly. We will be down shortly."
Downstairs, Fenrir sat smiling sipping his tea, while staring at the fire. He had just left his mate happy, on the morning after the full moon.
Inside, there were several emotions rolling through him at the moment. Obviously, lust, but that he was good at hiding. He didn't want to frighten his mate while he was healing. There was contentment. He had spent his first full moon curled up next to his mate. How could he not be content? He shivered remembering the feeling of his mate stroking his fur while he sat staring out the window, unable to leave. He had been glad his betas had stepped up and watched over the pack. He didn't want to leave his beautiful love.
Their first full moon together had been wonderful. Harrison had sat against the wall of the solarium watching Fenrir lounging on the cushions watching the sunset. It had been completely dark out, and when the clouds cleared from the sky, Fenrir had let out a joyful howl before he shifted in the massive black wolf. His mate sat quietly waiting to see what would happen, and when Fenrir had scooted across the floor on his belly to the teen, he had been allowed to snuggle up to the teen, nuzzle the heavily scented neck and curl up together on the couch to watch movies until his mate grew tired.
He closed his eyes remembering waking up this morning with the teen curled up next to him, holding him. Those muscled, thin arms had been wrapped around his waist and he was being used as a pillow. He had laid there for nearly an hour before he had got the bright idea to try and cook breakfast in bed for the teen. He had wanted it to be a special for the boy.
A chill ran down his spine remembering the horrifying experience of trying to cook. In his mind he made a note to have his sister's teach him to cook breakfast so he could complete the experience for his mate.
"Fenrir, knock that damn smile off your face." The werewolf looked over at the irate man sitting in a throne like chair.
"What the hell crawled up your ass?" He smirked, then he saw the two women sitting together near the window crying. Another chill went through him, when he saw there was nothing happy in either of their gazes. "What happened? The boy?" Fenrir faked concern.
Voldemort tossed the Daily Prophet from his hand to the sitting table in front of him.
The werewolf picked up the newspaper and watched Black and Snape walk into the room irrate. Looking to the paper, he read the headline, then the article. "Boy Who Lived Dark Youth. Hero Runs Away to Join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"
Fenrir was unaware that he was growling aloud, or that everyone was staring at him. He tossed back his head and let out a loud howl of anger before tossing the newspaper aside, shifting and crashing through the closed windows. Everyone rushed to the window, including Voldemort and watched the wolf physically attack a tree and hedges in anger. Remus and Regulus came in and looked at the destruction before coming to the window.
"What is so interesting about a wolf attacking the shrubs?" Regulus asked softly.
"That wolf, young one, happens to be Fenrir. This is his reaction to the article."
Remus narrowed his eyes watching the wolf howling and destroying everything around it. "Interesting reaction, don't you think?"
"No, not really," Voldemort replied. "If you know anything about him for certain, children are precious to him. Something about his brother and him. It pretty much leads to all of his problems. To Fenrir, children are gifts from the stars, to be treasured, protected and honored. To be loved. He had the same reaction when he heard what had been done to my daughter, what I had gone through as a child. That is why every child he discovers bitten by his brother, he rescues and brings to one of his packs. I do not know what happens to them, but I believe they are taken in by already established families."
"Why did he not take us then?" Regulus asked softly.
"Remus, I cannot be sure about. You, your mother wouldn't hear of it. She refused to give you up to him. You were her baby boy, she loved you too much. It is why she hid you." Voldemort smirked ruffling the teen's hair. "He is coming back." They all moved away as if naughty children caught out of bed and sat as if seeing a man change into a wolf and burst out of a glass window to savage through a garden was an everyday experience. They watched the wolf jump through the window into the room, shift forms and repair the window with a wave of his wand.
"Sorry about that Black, still a bit close to the full moon apparently."
"Your an animagus?" Remus asked shocked.
Fenrir looked at the man, held tilted slightly before giving a huff. "No, I am werewolf. Big difference." His tone showed how annoyed he was with the man.
"Then, how did you do that? How did you shift forms like that at will?"
"If you don't know by now, I see no reason to tell you. You believe the worst of our kind, and I am in no mood to give the answers I have been trying to give for 30 years. Figure it out yourself." He snapped. He then turned his back on the two werewolves and looked to Voldemort and the woman.
"What have you found?" Voldemort asked.
"My warriors found the boy's scent and trailed it north by northwest for several kilometers. He was with someone that is for sure, it was a werewolf. We scented that much. At this time, I have not identified who it is. We lost the trail about eleven kilometers northwest of Stroud, near the village of Longney. If I have to hazard a guess they are heading for my pack in Wales. The boy's scent hadn't changed during the course of the hunt. There was, of course, scents of fear, anger, and anxiety. My warriors are trying to pick up the scents again, they are out there as we speak still searching."
"Was there any proof that he was eating? That he was being cared for?" Petunia asked standing, hope in her eyes.
"They always camped near a freshwater source. There were scents of soap and we discovered shampoo bottles, we found clumps of long black hair from where it appears someone cleaned out a hairbrush. There were deer and rabbit carcasses near the areas, scorch marks from campfires. Whoever the werewolf is, it does appear he is providing food for the boy, as well as basic necessities." The woman nodded and turned to the window.
"Did you reply to his letter yet? If not you could probably add tracking charms to the owl, or the letters themselves. That might give my warriors and I a location to pick up the trail."
"We sent out the letters last evening."
"All of his friends sent things, we sent him things, to include his school trunk he asked for. We added tracking spells to damn near everything." Fenrir nodded, not a bit concerned about the charms. They would deactivate once Hedwig flew through the wards.
"I will get back to the search. I will report in once we have found something." Voldemort nodded and everyone watched the werewolf disappear through the flames.
~~~~~Fenrir's Mate~~~~~
Fenrir entered his den that evening and smiled at seeing the boy sitting on the couch reading one of the tomes, while Balto played on the television. His pet had become incensed about wolves lately. He found it endearing. Moving over, he leaned on the back of the couch and inhaled the teen's scent deeply.
"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. I hope you like lasagna." Harrison spoke not looking up from the book.
"You are healing, Cub." Harrison looked up at him. "The last time I snuck up on you, I spent nearly an entire day calming you."
"I think it's more of the fact that I know no one else can enter the den besides you and that you won't hurt me." Fenrir smiled and leaned closer inhaling deeper of the teen's scent. He felt the teen tense slightly, but he continued. His large hand came up, stroking the teen's jaw line. Green eyes stared at him as he eased away, placing a chaste kiss to the dark black hair of Harrison's head.
"I'll grab a shower then we will sit for dinner." Harrison nodded, slightly wide-eyed.
He watched Fenrir walk into the bedroom before letting the breath out he hadn't been aware he was holding. Had that really happened? He had watched those expressive blue, almost glowing, eyes. They had hinted at something, something he couldn't identify. He had never scene that expression before.
Fenrir's eyes had always been full of a happy sort of expression when he looked into them. He enjoyed looking into the Alpha's near glowing blue eyes. They intrigued him, often wondering how they could be so beautiful.
But just a few moments ago, those blue eyes had frightened him. He had seen lust, but then it wasn't lust. There was something else there. Something he couldn't identify. He had seen pure, unadulterated lust in the eyes of his old Headmaster, his uncle and cousin, even his customers. The look from the Alpha was different.
Was Fenrir expecting him to...to do that? Harrison gulped.
Despite the fear in him, he had felt a tug of something. Something he had never experienced before. He had felt it earlier at breakfast but it was stronger now. It was warm and welcoming, but it still frightened him.
Closing his book, he wrapped his arms around his knees chewing his bottom lip to think about it while listening to the shower running.
In his shower Fenrir attempted to figure out if he should tell the teen about the Daily Prophet. He didn't wish to, but he knew he needed to. He didn't want to tell because the teen would most likely revert from all the healing they had accomplished. Those emerald eyes held such emotion and he was hard pressed to see those eyes go empty again. He hated when the teen went into himself like that, hated when his mate withdrew from him. He didn't want his pet to revert to that fearful, frantic and terrified teen.
Finishing his shower, he used his wand to dry his hair before he slipped into a pair of flannel pajamas before going to join the teen in the kitchen. Cub was moving surely around the kitchen, the lasagna smelled miraculous and his mouth was watering like a rabid wolf. Harrison smiled coming to the table and placing the baking pan in front of the Alpha.
"Smells fantastic," Fenrir smiling. The teen smiled and served the Alpha a rather large piece while being stared at. He couldn't help but blushing when he sat the plate in front of the man.
The two ate quietly often glancing at one another. The teen smiled and sat back after his first helping and watched the Alpha wolfing down his third helping of lasagna. He enjoyed watching the man enjoying his cooking.
"Save some room for dessert," Harrison smirked. The Alpha looked up and licked his lips. The teen gasped at seeing the werewolf's glowing blue eyes. The Alpha's eyes were wide, but Fenrir was not in them. He couldn't really explain it, but he knew that he was looking at Fenrir's spirit guide. "F...Fenrir?"
The Alpha blinked and when the teen looked back to him, his eyes were human again. "Sorry about that. You okay?"
"Yeah," the teen unclenched his hands from the chair, and he laughed nervously. "Does your guide really like lasagna or something?"
"I am not sure really, but it is also the day after the full moon. He is still anxious to run a bit. Don't worry, he won't hurt you."
"I know, he seemed playful. It was just a surprise." Fenrir smiled and looked to his plate. "Ready for dessert? I will give you an extra big helping if you are still hungry."
"Mmm, yes," he licked his lips.
With a genuine smile on his face, Harrison stood and brought over the cake that had been delivered by owl earlier that day. He cut an extra large slice for the Alpha and a slice for himself.
"Before you start to dive into your cake, Cub," the man pulled his wand from his sleeve and waved it several times. The teen watched as presents and packages floated into the room and arranged themselves on the edge of the table. "Happy Birthday, Cub."
He looked to his mate and smiled at seeing the joy at seeing everything stacked up on the edge of the table. Hedwig flew into the room and landed on the table with a screech before stealing a piece of Garlic Bread. "Thank you, Alpha."
The next hour Fenrir sat alternating between eating and smiling at the teen opening his gifts and letters. He forgot about the article, not wishing to ruin his mate's birthday celebration, and took joy every time a new gift was opened. It didn't seem to grow old.
After every gift was opened, and listed on a piece of parchment of whom to send a thank you, Fenrir pulled out his gift for his mate from the pocket of his pajamas.
"One more, Cub." His mate's head snapped up from a book from his friend Hermione had sent him, looking to the man sliding the gift across the table.
"You didn't need to get me anything," the teen's smile gave him away that he was looking forward to the gift.
Fenrir smiled and shrugged watching the teen pull off the silver wrapping before lifting the lid to the jewelry box. The look of shock on the teens face was beautiful, tears filling his eyes.
"I was able to ask an old friend of mine some questions about your family's animagus forms. From there it was rather simple to find the charms for them."
The teen lifted the shimmering charm bracelet from the box, smiling at the four charms dangling from the chain.
"Your Daddy, James, I was told was a stag; your Dad, Black, is a dog; the wolf for your Papa,of course; and according to the records of the Ministry, your Mum, Lily, was a gorgeous red haired Vixen." Fenrir explained. "Now, you will always have them with you."
"It is beautiful."
"So, you like it?"
"Of course," Harrison smiled as he laughed. "It is the most beautiful gift I have ever received." Hedwig screeched at him. "Except for you Hedwig, you are just as beautiful." He scratched the owls feathers, when she puffed out her chest.
"I am glad. I had been thinking about it near constantly since you told me about them all being animagus. I figured something that you could always have with you to remind you of them."
"Will you put it on for me, or is it silver?"
"Since I have a natural aversion to silver, I purchased it in mithril." Fenrir replied taking the bracelet and clasping it gently on the teen's wrist. "It suits you."
Fenrir wasn't sure what possessed him, but as his mate stood to take dishes to the sink, he pulled the boy down into his lap and nuzzled his neck.
He felt the teen tense and he pulled away, stroking Harrison's back gently. "It is okay, I am not doing anything. I am not going to hurt you. I just want to hold you." Harrison bit his lip to hold back the threatening tears, staring into the soft blue eyes. "Please, I just want to sit here and hold you."
"Wh...why? Why would you want to hold me? I am nothing but a dirty whore. After what my uncle made me do, why would anyone want to hold me? Whores don't deserve to be held."
Fenrir looked into the emerald green eyes full of fear and mistrust. In his mind, his spirit guide was howling at the pain his mate was feeling. His guide wanted revenge. It wanted to tear the people apart who had harmed his young mate.
"You are no such thing. I will not have you referring to yourself as such. You're uncle forced you. You didn't ask for it, you weren't willing. You are not a whore. You are none of those things."
Fenrir pulled him closer so that his mate's face was in the crook of his neck resting on his shoulder. When the tears fell, Fenrir listened offering comfort for the first time as a man, and not as a wolf.
"I responded." His mate sobbed. "My body responded. I…,"
"Cub, it does not matter if you responded or not. Our bodies respond to things that our minds fight. It does not mean that you wanted it. Your mind said no and that was what you meant, no. Cariad, no one could have fought what you have had to go through."
Fenrir held him and rocked him, staring at the owl, staring at him as if assessing him.
It was nearly a half-hour when the tears began to slow. "I don't know if I can ever let anyone touch me like that ever again. I feel so dirty and used, and disgusting."
Fenrir opened his mouth to reply when the teen spoke more, "I know what you say, but it doesn't change how or what I am feeling. There were so many. So many that took me, laughing at me while I screamed for them to stop, smirking when they left me covered or filled with their semen.
"When I was young, I knew that I was gay. I always enjoyed looking at older men. I enjoyed cooking, cleaning, sewing. Although my relatives acted as if it was a punishment, I always found enjoyment in cleaning up the house. When they would give me chores to do and leave me at home, I would always imagine that it was my own home and I could do whatever I wanted while I cleaned. I...I used to dream that someday I dreamed a man would ride up one day in a nice car, and take me away from it all. I would have a fairytale wedding and then my prince and I would live happily ever after. I was saving myself for that man." He sobbed, into the Alpha's neck. "For all the good it did me."
When he didn't say any more, Fenrir spoke. "You can still have that, cariad."
"I wish." The teen scoffed. "No one will ever love me, not after what they did to me. Yeah, my dads love me, but not like a man loves a his bonded." He shook his head. "No one will ever love me like that," he whispered. "I am nothing now. Used goods."
"Cariad, I have never lied to you. Nor would I lie about something like this, regardless of the circumstances." Fenrir pulled his mate's face up so he could look into pain filled emeralds. He used his thumbs to clear away the tears from gorgeous cheeks. "You deserve to have that dream. You deserve to find that prince, and if he loves you, truly loves you, he will accept you as you are. I promise you that. I promise."
"How...how would you know?" He asked biting on his lower lip. Fenrir gazed at the mouth of the boy and smiled.
"I know, because I am going to be that prince." His teen gasped and he watched the eyes searching his face, before a soft hand touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and turned his head slightly to kiss the soft palm cupping his cheek. "This morning you cooked breakfast for me, and you asked me why I didn't have a mate. Do you remember what I said?"
"You said the stars had not aligned your paths yet, and you said that you felt that they soon would." Fenrir smiled kissing the charm bracelet on his mate's wrist.
Blue eyes filled with joy, as Fenrir smiled. "You didn't understand what I said then, and I told you I would explain later. Do you still want that explanation?"
Harrison nodded, and Fenrir picked him up carrying him into the sitting room and sitting on the large couch, with the teen in his lap. He pulled a throw over his mate's lap, and smiled when his mate laid quietly against his chest, playing with the buttons on his pajama top. "Comfy?"
"Yes."
"Good. Werewolfs, like every other magical race, have different courting, bonding and mating habits, as do wizards and muggles. Although a werewolf matures at approximately seventeen years, they may not find their lifemate for years. I am an example of this. I am older than your Papa, and I have never found my mate, while he found his mate when he was still your age." Harrison nodded, nuzzling the man's shoulder.
"We find our mates through scent. I cannot really explain how we know, we just know. We will smell a scent and it will call to us, drawing us closer and closer. We can calm each other by a single touch or by a single scenting. It is why I asked you if you had a race inheritance. Whenever I calm you, you always nuzzle my neck. Why is that?"
"You smell good. You won't hurt me." Fenrir lifted an eyebrow at the explanation, as if to say told you so.
"I first caught your scent twelve years ago out back of your relative's home. You were chained up outside and it was snowing. Remember, it was the first time I came to you as a wolf. At the time your scent intrigued me. Then, in the Department of Mysteries, I scented you again. The first time in nearly a year. Your scent nearly made me wolf out. It entranced me, called to me. You smelled so wonderful." Fenrir nuzzled his neck taking in the smell of cinnamon, the outdoors and chocolate. His mate stiffened a bit when he moaned openly. "Your scent is perfect to me, to my guide. I cannot help but find pleasure from it."
Harrison shifted slightly away. "Sh...this is all I want from you. Nothing more. I just want to hold you. I won't take what you are not ready to give. I promise. I promise."
Harrison didn't argue with the man. He curled up on the man's lap and stared into the fire, his hands clutching the man's shirt.
wer + wulf - werewolf
daoine ghealach - (Irish) moon people
grúpa - (Irish[lit. trans. group]) social classes
pacáistí - (Irish) packs
teaghleagh - (Irish) family
alltud - (Welsh) exile
Lycan Sraith - (Irish) Werewolf League
Dhaoradh - (Irish) condemned
cariad - love
tutela - guardian
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