It had been months. He had been lurking just out of eyesight for months. Nearly a year actually…
He watched the way she woke up at five twenty-seven every morning. Her alarm going off three minutes later. The frustration she gave off at the fact amused him greatly. She needed a different type of alarm; he just knew it.
Next was a shower, apple shampoo and conditioner, he wondered if she knew his favorite scent was apples. Then breakfast: two eggs, runny, on lightly buttered toast with jam. He was going to have to introduce more meat into her diet. She would need it. And soon at that.
After her small meal, she would step out the front door for her morning jog. Always the same route. Always keeping the woods to her left on the way out then retracing her steps. He was getting bored with the route as his movements to follow her were wearing tracks into the earth just inside the shelter of the trees.
She would then work from home via owl for precisely four hours and forty-five minutes before she would take lunch, generally a salad eaten at her desk while she still reviewed her work. What was it he had said about more meat? Ah yes. She needed more. Exactly thirty minutes after beginning to eat, she would resume her rubbish posture of slumping over the desk for another three hours. Sometimes longer, depending on how responsive her employers were. He honestly had no idea what it was that she did for work, just that she seemed to enjoy it.
This day was just like every other day except when she went to her potion cupboard, as she did every three months, she came away empty-handed with a worried expression. What in Merlin's name could be so worrisome?
He moves closer to the edge of the woods and listens as she makes a Floo call. "What do you mean you're out of it? You're never out of it! Where can I find powdered estrogen this time of year?" she asks. The response was lost to him when he catches a new scent. A sweet scent. One mixed with apples. Oh. OH!
His little Beta was an Omega in disguise. She had been taking a potion to change her scent. His brow furrows in consternation. How dare she hide for so long?! His thoughts come to a grinding halt when he hears his name.
"Fenrir, I know you're out there. Come here," Hermione calls. He cautiously steps from the tree line to see her staring directly at him. "Come," she repeats.
It was one thing for her to know he was there; completely different for her to willingly invite him inside her home. "Girlie?" he grunts as he gets closer. She sighs and motions for him, so he follows her into her small kitchen.
"Don't call me that, Fenrir. It makes me feel like a child," she huffs. He takes the seat she motions him to as she sets about preparing tea service for two. "I take it you heard my Floo call?" she says without preamble. He grunts so she rolls her eyes. "Use your words," she growls.
He blinks at her then lowers his gaze slightly. Wait. He was the Alpha here, why was he submitting? His gaze snaps up to hers when she sets the tea service on the table and takes a seat. "Why have you been hiding?" he demands roughly.
She pauses as she pours him a cup then sighs and resumes, adding two sugars and a splash of milk. How did she know how he liked his tea? "You've been following me since before I started having Heat cycles. Knowing how determined you are and how much I didn't need Pupped, I created a potion to hide myself. I ran out of ingredients to make my potion. Therefore, I am going to go into true Heat. I wanted to give you a warning now that it will be powerful and I will need you to stay close by until it passes," she explains.
"Why?" he asks. She snorts and rolls her eyes.
"You sure are dense at times," she teases. He growls at her, so she closes her eyes and shivers. When she looks at him again, he sees the fire in their depths. "When was the last time you had a mate?" she inquires. He frowns and shakes his head.
"I've no interest in any mate but you," he replies then blink and growls at her again. "Did you put Veritaserum in my tea?" he demands and stands from the table.
Hermione quirks her lips in a smile. "As entertaining as that would be, no. Finish your tea then join me for a bath," she murmurs into her own cup.
Fenrir settles at the table once more and sips at the perfect brew. He studies the way her exposed throat bobs as she swallows and how she keeps tucking a curl behind her ear. The rest of her hair rests in a knot on top of her head where her wand has been lodged to lock it in place. Her tank top dips low across her chest, leaving little to the imagination. The pale globes of her breasts jiggle slightly when she stretches then sighs.
"Come," she says suddenly and offers her hand to him. He glances at his rough paw-like hand and grimaces before taking her hand and relishing in the feel of her soft skin.
Hermione leads him through the living room and up the stairs to the master bathroom. He blinks when she sets the water to running in the detached shower before turning toward him and pulling her shirt off over her head. "I thought you said bath?" he grouses.
"I did but I figured you would feel less confined in the shower. We can move to the tub after," she replies, dropping her shorts and knickers to the floor. He feels his erection swell, so he quickly removes his uncomfortable jeans.
Fenrir purrs in satisfaction as she bites her lip and studies the massive member hanging almost to his knee. Blood continues to fill it as she watches so it soon slaps against his belly. "In the water, witch," he growls and advances on her. She quickly steps under the spray with him following.
"Is it warm enough for you?" she asks when he hisses.
"Why must witches have their showers set to Satan's Hellfire?" he snarls and cranks the heat down then yelps when the cold spray hits him. She giggles then screams when he pulls her under the spray as well.
She struggles against him as he tries to regulate the temperature. "You horrid beast," she giggles. He sinks his teeth into the column of her throat, so she stills and moans. Her fingers tangle in his hair so he growls.
A gasp rips from her throat when he hefts her into his arms and presses her back against the wall of the shower. "Witch," he growls. He nuzzles her throat as he hikes her right leg higher on his hip. She grips his shoulders to help steady them as he prods at her entrance.
"Be careful please," she whimpers.
Fenrir chuckles and nods. "I know, witch. I can smell that this is your first time," he says. He slowly presses into her then stills when he hits her hymen. "Relax pet," he purrs before surging forward and swallowing her cry with his mouth. He holds her still and whines as she whimpers in pain.
After a moment, she adjusts her grip and heaves a shuddering breath. "Okay," she whispers. He nods and presses further forward then pulls back and presses in again. She lays her head against his shoulder, slowly adjusting to his girth. "Why did it hurt so much?" she asks.
"I broke your maidenhead. It won't hurt every time pet. I promise," he responds. She nods and kisses him.
-x-o-x-
Hermione breathes softly against her pillow as Fenrir rubs her belly. He nuzzles her neck, so she sighs and relaxes further. "Fen," she mumbles.
He presses a kiss to her bare shoulder then shoots up in the bed when a noise sounds downstairs. She blinks awake and looks at him, so he shushes her. "I'll be back," he growls and stands from the bed.
"Hermione?" a panicked voice calls. Fenrir freezes and swings his gaze back to the witch.
"I'm here, Harry! Give me a moment," she calls. Fenrir helps her stand from the bed and adjusts her top over her belly for her.
He presses a kiss to her temple, so she smiles at him. "If you need me…" he murmurs. She nods and pads out of the bedroom.
"What is it, Harry?" she asks as she makes her way downstairs. The man looks up and his eyes widen.
"What in Merlin's name? Is this why no one has seen you for four months?" he asks and motions to her belly.
The stairs creak so he looks up. "No, I'm the reason," Fenrir growls. Harry flicks his gaze between the two then frowns.
Hermione moves over to the older man and rests her head on his chest. "Please behave," she whispers. He nuzzles her throat then straightens to his full height and towers over her. She smiles up at him then chuckles when he rubs her belly again.
Harry continues looking between both then snaps his head around when Ron enters. The redhead freezes at seeing Fenrir with his hand resting on Hermione's swollen belly. "What the fuck?" he demands.
"Ron, Fenrir is my Alpha. Much like you were trying to be," she says. He glares at the older man then blinks when Hermione steps in front of him and pokes a finger into his chest. "Don't you dare start, Ronald. I'll not have you doing anything to jeopardize my life. I am finally happy with my lot, and you are going to say nothing negative about it!" she hisses.
Fenrir issues a low warning growl, so she looks at him. "If you decide to threaten my mate and our children, I will threaten you," he growls. Ron steps back and swallows hard before turning and leaving.
Harry sighs. "We've been worried about you. Why didn't you at least write to let us know you were okay and taking time for yourself?" he inquires.
Hermione blushes. "I honestly didn't even think about it. I promise to come to dinner on Sunday, so long as Fen can come as well. He's my other half after all," she says and looks at Fenrir again. He blinks then frowns at Harry when the younger man offers his hand.
"See you both tomorrow then," Harry says. They shake hands then Harry disappears after Ron.
Fenrir scoops Hermione into his arms and takes the stairs two at a time. She giggles when he carefully tosses her onto the bed and straddles her thighs. "What are you up to, Fen?" she asks. He pushes her shirt up and nuzzles her belly, so she sighs and tangles her fingers in his hair. "They are fine, see?" she murmurs and casts a spell. An image shimmers into view depicting three squirming infants. "See? They're fine," she says. He relaxes then shifts lower and tugs her sleeping shorts and knickers down her thighs. She gasps when he runs his tongue along her.
"Mate," he mumbles and nuzzles his nose against her clit, making her squirm. She grips his hair, so he chuckles against her. "Yes pet?" he teases as she whimpers in longing. He suckles on her clit and holds her hips still as she crashes into orgasm. She pants as he rises over her then moans as he sinks into her up to the hilt. "Fuck," he hisses.
She wraps her legs around his waist and digs her nails into his back as he starts moving. "Fen!" she cries when he shifts his hips and hits a good spot.
-x-o-x-
Molly looks up when Hermione enters the kitchen through the back door. Her eyes fall on her belly then she gasps and hurries over to her. "Oh, my dear girl! We have missed you so much! Harry and Ron came back and said you were all right but never mentioned a baby!" she fusses. Her gaze flies to the door when Harry leads Fenrir inside. She blinks then looks to Hermione.
"This is Fenrir. He's my Alpha," Hermione explains. Molly nods in understanding and motions for him after making sure Hermione gets settled in a chair.
Ginny appears in the doorway to the living room and grins. "Hermione!" she calls. She moves over to her and pulls her into a hug before settling in the seat next to her. "Harry told me about the baby! When are you due?" she asks.
Hermione giggles and shakes her head. "We honestly don't know when they will come. Their official due date is November sixteenth," she says.
"'They'?" Ginny asks.
"Triplets," Fenrir states.
Molly covers her mouth in surprise then claps. "Do you know genders yet?" she asks. Hermione and Fenrir both shake their head, so she nods solemnly. "Are you planning to find out or will you be waiting for the birth?"
"We are waiting for the birth. He's insistent that there are two boys since two of them seem to be determined to keep me awake most nights," Hermione replies and looks at Fenrir teasingly.
The man growls at her so she giggles. Ginny flicks her eyes between the pair then smiles. "You are good for each other," she says suddenly. They blink at her then he cups Hermione's cheek and presses a kiss to the top of her head.
"Come now, sit down for dinner. Ginny, Harry, call the others," Molly orders. Fenrir settles in Ginny's vacated chair, so Hermione takes his hand and smiles at him. Ginny goes to the bottom of the steps and calls for the others upstairs while Harry calls for those outside. The sudden influx of noise has Fenrir squeezing her hand in uncertainty. She returns the squeeze with another smile, so he relaxes.
The twins stop in the living room doorway and frown. "Greyback?" they ask before spying Hermione and grinning. "'Mione!" they shout and move toward her. Fenrir's sudden snarl makes them take a step back so Hermione sighs.
"Fen, they are friends. They won't hurt me," she murmurs and squeezes his hand again. He relaxes but eyes the identical men as they sit across the table from them.
"Where have you been keeping yourself, 'Mione?" Fred, or maybe George, asks.
Hermione shrugs as she sips at her water. "Home, mostly. I venture out to doctor appointments, but Fen prefers me to stay safe at home," she replies and glances at Fenrir.
"Your mediwitch will be coming to the house so that you don't have to go anywhere, soon," he growls.
The twins frown at each other then quirk an eyebrow at them. "He very much believes in gravidity confinement," she sighs.
Molly nods. "I was confined during the second and third trimesters of my pregnancy with Fred and George. I don't blame him for wanting you safe with triplets. If needed, I am willing to come and help with housework and meals," she says with a smile. Fenrir nods slightly with a quirk of his lips.
-x-o-x-
Fenrir tucks a curl behind Hermione's ear as she takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. "Would you like for me to summon Molly?" he asks. She nods then turns her attention to the mediwitch at her side.
"Madam Greyback, we haven't much time before we need to perform the procedure," the woman murmurs.
Hermione nods and grips Fenrir's hand tightly before releasing him. "Please hurry," she whimpers. He steps away from the bed and sprints from the room.
The mediwitch smiles at her before pressing a cool, wet cloth against her forehead. "I know dear. It's difficult to hear that you won't be able to give birth naturally," she whispers. Hermione shrugs then gasps in pain.
"I already knew it was going to be difficult. I just didn't know they were going to come today," she replies.
Molly bustles into the room with Fenrir on her heels. "Of course, you would go into labor on Halloween!" the woman teases and takes Hermione's hand. Fenrir steps around the mediwitch and takes her other hand.
The mediwitch summons several nurses so they file into the room and begin casting sterilization charms. "Let's get you ready," she says as the others bustle about continuing to prep the room. "This is a potion that allows you to remain awake but removes all feeling from your body. I need you to take it and then I'll lightly pinch your thigh to see when it takes effect. Once you are numb, I'm going to use a slicing charm to cut into your belly and uterus. We'll then take the babies, one at a time and get them cleaned up and measured. Once the babies are out, I will begin healing you and the nurses will let you meet the darlings. Do you understand?" she asks.
Hermione nods and accepts the vial from her. "What if there are complications?" she asks suddenly.
"In the case of complications, we will handle them as they arise. Don't worry dear, this is actually a more common procedure than you might think," the mediwitch responds.
Fenrir and Molly watch as Hermione nods then downs the vial in one go. The mediwitch carefully pinches her thighs several times until Hermione stops responding to the pain. One of the nurses quickly levitates a drape just over her chest. "We're here dear. Don't worry," Molly says when Hermione whimpers.
"All right Hermione, I'm going to begin. You will feel a lot of pressure and tugging but should never feel any pain. Okay?" the mediwitch says.
"Okay," Hermione replies. She twines her fingers with Fenrir's as he takes her hand. Her eyes widen as he looks over the drape and turns green. "What's wrong?" she asks.
He returns his gaze to her and shakes his head so Molly chuckles. "The Big Bad Wolf is being squeamish," she says. Her eyes widen when they hear a cry.
"Little boy!" the mediwitch calls as she passes the baby off to a nurse. She quickly pulls the remaining two babies and laughs. "Identical girls," she says. The nurses clean the infants and move around the drape to show the three newborns to them.
Hermione laughs and looks to Fenrir. "I guess you were wrong," she teases then grins at him when he growls.
"Do you have names picked?" Molly asks
"Alexandra, Margaret, and Phillip," Fenrir replies. He accepts one of the girls and nuzzles her nose. "Alexandra," he purrs. Molly accepts Margaret as one of the nurses holds Phillip for Hermione to see better.