"You're my mate?" Fenrir grunted, looking at the sky instead of Bill. "You're my ... Alpha?" The term confused Bill when he and his brothers heard from their mates, and the confusion had not dissipated much since this morning. Fenrir turned to him, his fingers traced the scars on Bill's face. Bill smiled sadly, remembered the first full moon he has gone through. "I'd handled myself pretty well."
"I harmed you, Bill," Fenrir said, his face shown the sadness Bill saw yesternight. "My mate, and I harmed him. I made your life more difficult."
"My life is already difficult," Bill responded, grimaced. "My family isn't the most respected nor richest in the wizarding community, so we don't always possess the newest equipment. Nor our schoolmates left us by ourselves or treated us like an equal. And I was a Curse-breaker." Bill said the final sentence with pride. Being a successful Curse-breaker had earned him not the respect of the goblins but also of former bullies. Fenrir felt similarly as he grinned at him and his hand carded through his hair.
"You're a brave adventurer, aren't you, my mate?" Fenrir remarked. The sun highlighted his prideful expression. "Why don't you tell me more about your past adventures? There must be more scars than just mine." Bill grinned and told his mate of his previous jobs. They spent their morning and noon under the summer sun, Bill excitedly described the ruins he explored and the scars he received during those days. Fenrir laid there, listened to him with grunts as the only response. Their hand held the other tightly.
When the sky turned into amber, the sunlight warmed their bodies, neither of them had moved from their spot, contented with being close to the other. Bill had his head on the man's chest, while Fenrir carded his fingers through his long hair. The man still unnerved him, sometimes. Though Fenrir had shown regret of his crimes, especially what he had done to him, Bill still feared that the bond between them, this mate thing, was a pretense. The thought resurfaced to him, from sleep and when told the stories of his adventures. The only thing that calmed him, kept him from mistrusted the werewolf was the hand that held his. The heartbeat he heard as he laid against his hairy chest. The callous fingers that carded through his hair. Our mate.
"You're thinking again." Bill looked up, sheepishly smiled. Fenrir smirked at him before pressed a kiss to his forehead. He smiled at the action, and his wolf ran around happily.
"We should go inside and check on my brothers," Bill said as he pushed himself up. The whined came from Fenrir caused Bill to chuckle. He grabbed his mate's hand and pulled the man into the Burrow.
When he entered the house, moans and profanities sounded from upstairs. Bill looked dumbfounded, while his mate cracked up as the volume increased. Bill walked to the living room, praying neither Ron nor Blaise was the cause, and found both sat on the chair. Blaise sat on the chair, with Ron on his lap. The dark skin man whispered into his brother's ears, innuendos words and dirty words as Ron's red cheeks turned darker. Blaise's hand moved behind Ron's shirt, slowly up his body. Bill coughed, attracted the attention of the two men. Blaise glared at him, removed his hand from Ron's body while his brother looked at him thankfully.
"You're a killjoy, Weasley."
"My brother was uncomfortable of your advancement, Zabini," Bill reprimanded. "As his older brother, I won't allow you to mess with him."
"So Cornel messing with Charlie is acceptable, but mine isn't?" Blaise pointed out the contradiction, exasperated from his tone. "Hypocrite."
"Charlie wasn't complained when Cornel does, unlike Ron," he retorted. The screams echoed from upstairs cringed the four of them. "But that doesn't mean I won't reprimand him once he comes down."
"Why are we coming here, little wolf," Fenrir asked, his hand wrapped around Bill's waist. "We could've done it outside, like yesternight."
"That's not the reason I pulled you into the house. I want to discuss more of ... our bond. The heat that all three of us experienced. We want you three to explain to us what you mean by Alpha and Omega. And why haven't we heard about this?" Blaise's expression turned serious, and the house echoed nothing for minutes.
The entrances of his brother and his mate shattered the silence. The scent of arousal remained on their body. Fenrir ordered the others, as the mate of the eldest Weasley, to find a seat.
"Should we wait for George?" Charlie asked, leaned against his mate. "He deserves to know about this as any of us."
"He called earlier," Ron interjected. "Said he and Lee, Lee Jordan the commentator, would like some private time. I doubt he will come soon."
"I will reiterate what we heard to him later. Now," Bill looked to his mate, his Alpha, with curiosity, "give us the basics of what you said this morning. And please, don't lie." And all three of them did.
There were two types of sub-gender besides the standard. Assigned from birth, which you had will determine your nature when interacting with the other gender, exclude one personality and physical appearance. An Alpha was generally possessive of their mate, protective of their bonds, and acted dominant over the Omega. An Omega possessed caring nature toward their mate and children, the most emotionally stable and generally behave;h submissive toward the Alpha, unless their emotion overrides their logic.
"So all three of us can bear babies?" Ron exclaimed the look of shock expressed upon all three of them. Their Alpha nodded. Cornel sheepishly rubbed his neck while the others two bored a stoic expression. "You three impregnate us yesternight, hadn't you?"
"It's a spur of the moment," Blaise justified their action, albeit failed as Bill and his brother glared at their Alpha. "We haven't even realized something like that would happen! We don't even know how we got here, and you three were in heat so we kinda ..."
"Lost it," Cornel interjected. They were not wrong. Bill remembered how sudden the heat was; one moment, he laid on his old bed next his body burnt. It was hard to blame them acted like that.
"So your family, and the Pureblood, know about this? That's long?"
"Some of us hold onto old stories and tradition, even if our sub-gender was locked. The rest, though, had forgotten about this." Blaise said, walked over to his brother. "It was lonely for many of us, not knowing who our mates are."
Ron smiled, held Blaise's hand. "Well, you've found us. What do we do now?"
"We need to know whether everyone experienced what we had, how wide and who was the culprit of this action!" Bill explained, stood over everyone else. He saw the grin of his mate, the awes of everyone and suddenly, he coughed and looked away feeling his cheeks burnt. "I will check on George. Please, don't have sex again!"
He leaned and kissed Fenrir's cheeks, which shocked both of them. He said his farewell and dashed to the fireplace.
