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The newly courting pair spends a few more minutes enjoying one another’s company in complete bliss before they decide that it would be best to head back to the clearing. Neither of them wants the pack to feel any worry over them.
Fenrir hops down from the boulder first, and turns to wait for Harry to do the same.
With the cumbersome weight of Fenrir’s coat and the horrid lighting, Harry has not one problem finding a way to trip trying to get down the boulder.
A startled yelp tears itself from Harry as he falls forward towards Fenrir. He puts his arms out in front of himself instinctively, but it doesn’t very much matter because his Alpha quickly catches him from he falls. They both are tense for a split second before Fenrir breaks it with a deep, rumbling chuckle that cause Harry’s body to flush a rosy pink.
“I see that you are already falling for me, Harry.” Fenrir fake whispers as he holds Harry closer to him.
The omega looks at Fenrir like he has grown a separate head before he bursts out into rolling laughter.
“Oh my goodness! That was the cheesiest line I think I’ve ever heard from anyone. Do you have anymore?” He squeezes out between laughs.
Fenrir brings up a hand and gently strokes the side of Harry’s face. The touch simmers the laughter to a contented sigh.
Harry looks up at the face of his Alpha and almost melts at the soft look Fenrir is giving him. His face is so incredibly attractive and soft as he gazes upon Harry’s form. The flush that had previously dissipated comes back full force.
“I don’t know. I guess you will just have to stick with me and wait to see if I have more.” Fenrir says with grin.
“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea to be honest. I want to know where you even picked that up!” Harry exclaims in mirth, placing his much smaller hand on his Alpha’s jawline.
Fenrir looks down at him, mock offended. “I do have worldly experience, you know?” He grumbles lowly.
Harry soon finds himself placed on solid ground, and he immediately misses the intense warmth of his Alpha’s body against his.
They walk close to one another all the way back to the packs clearing, and when the rest of the pack sees them so close they cheer on and whistle at the newly courting pair. A heavy flush breaks out over Harry’s entire body, but Fenrir just smugly smirks and wraps his left hand around Harry’s smaller waist.
Everyone from the pack comes to congratulate them, even the wolves that didn’t seem to like Harry when he had first arrived. The omega notices that while they do not show the caution and hostility that they showed when he first arrived, they, the four wolves in the pack that are iffy about him, still have an air of distance around them. But Harry can see their loyalty to the pack and to Fenrir with the way that they congratulate the newly courting couple. Harry hopes that Grady and Farran would come around eventually to his presence.
Fenrir gently squeezes the hand that he has placed on Harry’s waist, and the omega smiles huge as he is patted on the head by Clyde. He wants to cry at the warm, proud look in Clyde’s dark blue eyes. Clyde is more than a friend in his heart at this point, and the bond is more familial in nature than he’s ever had the pleasure of feeling.
Harry grabs at the huge hand still placed on his head and whispers an emotional thank you to Clyde. At this point the rest of the pack has said their congratulations and gone their separate ways. The only people that are witness to Harry’s raw emotion are Fenrir and Clyde.
The gentle giants eyes go wide with shock but soon soften with delight. “Anything for you, Little One. You only deserve the best after all.” He says seriously as he looks at Fenrir.
Harry smiles wide and nods a single, sharp time, and Clyde bears his neck to his Alpha and goes on his way to spend a bit more time with other pack mates before turning in for the night.
With the last of the conversations done, Fenrir takes Harry and leads him to Ianna’s place so he can turn in for the night. The new omega’s body is still quite exhausted from all that has happened, so Harry knows that he should turn in early tonight.
They get to the door and Harry turns to look up at Fenrir. “I guess this is goodnight. I shall see you tomorrow. That’s when the fun begins.” He purrs cheekily, and Fenrir snorts playfully in return.
“Good thing it’s not the boring, stuffy courting of the pure-bloods. Not as many rules. Wolves court a bit differently, and every couple goes about it diverse ways. It’s about issuing intent and care and respect on the courted partner. It will be relaxed and nice. Not at all stressful, or at least it shouldn’t be,” Fenrir explains as he cups Harry’s cheek, “so don’t work yourself up too hard trying to go about this. Just do what feels right to you.”
Harry’s Alpha leans down slowly and gently brushes their lips together. It’s a brush of lips, but it is a blaze in the omega’s core. He whines low as Fenrir pulls away.
“I shall see you tomorrow, Harry.” He says softly before turning and walking towards the grouping of the rest of the pack.
Harry tries to take a few deep breaths to sooth his racing heart, but it doesn’t seem like his body is getting the memo. He’s so excited he can hardly wait for tomorrow. With jittery movements he opens the door and makes his way to his room. He passes by Ianna, whom gives him a calm, motherly smile as he walks past. Harry gives her a wave and a grin before closing himself in his room.
Without much care, He flops himself onto his bed of furs and stares at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face. The sooner he falls asleep, the sooner the next day comes. Harry pulls off his clothes, cuddles under one of the warm furs, and closes his eyes. Exhaustion seems to catch up with him, and before long he is fast asleep.
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The next day starts early for the whole pack, and the air is thick with anticipation and excitement. The new moon will be later that night, and the pack is trying to prepare for the monthly whole-pack cuddles that go on the night of a new moon.
On new moon the wolves feel less of a connection with the moon and on that night all the wolves bring out furs into the clearing and sleep in a big commotional pile. It’s honestly so ridiculous that Harry could laugh, but he understands on some level. Werewolves are incredibly tactile in nature, and without the presence of the moon they feel the need for a close proximity with one another.
What really surprises Harry is when Clyde informs him that they would all be in their wolf forms. This leads to Clyde explaining to Harry that werewolves could freely turn into their specific wolf form, and while they do not look completely like real wolves until the full moon, they look more anthropomorphic any other time they switched.
The whole idea throws Harry through a major loop, for he had no idea that werewolves could even do that! He almost begs Clyde to show him, but he thinks better of it. He will be able to see the whole pack in their respective wolf forms tonight.
The omega throws his hands up in amazement. “Is there anything else this important that I should know?” Harry asked exasperatedly
A deep chuckle comes from behind the omega, and he yelps when two firm hands grab his hips. “You not up for the surprise?”
Harry huffs and glances up to Fenrir behind him. “Could you imagine my surprise if I just saw a bunch of actual wolves without it being full moon?”
Fenrir strokes his thumbs over where they sit and he smirks. “What’s life without a couple of surprises?”
“As long as they aren’t heart attack educing we should be good.” Harry laughs out.
“Speaking of surprises, I have a couple more for you.” The Alpha says right before pulling out a beautiful dagger from his cloak pocket. “This is to be my first courting gift to you. It was forged and crafted by me for when I had a mate that I deemed worthy of my love and protection. This blade shows that I have the ability to protect you, and you in turn will have the ability to protect me, yourself, and any pups that we may have in the future. The blade is enchanted to never dull or break, and it will magically come back to its owner if lost or stole. To become the owner of the blade you must be the first blood spilt against its edge.”
Fenrir holds the blade out to a stunned Harry, and the omega wastes no time in gripping the polished bone handle and gazing at the craftsmanship of his soon to be mate. The blade itself is about seven inches of hard, glimmering steel, and the guard has a gentle curve towards the handle. The handle itself is crafted from bone. Harry is unsure of what kind of bone it is, but knowing the wolves it probably comes from some kind of deer. It was polished until the point of glossy, and the cap at the end of the handle was a simple, clear, smooth gem.
“This is absolutely stunning, Fenrir!” Harry exclaims excitedly. “This is the best gift I have ever received.” His glittering emerald eyes switch from Fenrir’s own gunmetal eyes to the glittering steel of the blade, and a serious look overtakes his face. “So, I have to spill my blood on its blade to be considered the owner, right?”
Fenrir nods his head with a smile on his face.
“Would it be alright if I did it right now?” Harry asks seriously. “I want to have this always.” The omega stares up at his, slightly shocked, future Alpha until a brilliant grin spreads across his whiskered face.
“Nothing would make me happier than you accepting my suit, in blood, in front of the whole pack.” Fenrir answers without a beat.
Without another thought, Harry lifts the blade and pulls it across the palm of his hand. The blade cuts cleanly through the skin and blood starts to flow out steadily. Before the blood can slip off of his hand and hit the sand, Harry places the blade under his steadily bleeding hand and watched the warm red droplets hit the cold, broad side of the steel. Right as the blood touches the gifted weapon, Harry can immediately feel the connection. The blade is truly his now. He looks up to Fenrir with a smile only to see the Alpha staring quite intently at his still bleeding hand. He looked highly disgruntled.
“Why did you cut your entire palm? You do realize you could have just nicked your finger?” The Alpha with closed eyes pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “What will I ever do with you?” Fenrir asks in a resigned tone as he pulls out a wand that Harry has rarely seen the entire time he’s been with the pack.
His Alpha grabs his bleeding hand and lifts it up to be closer to his wand. With a completely non-verbal spell, Fenrir heals his hand without so much as a scar left over from the previous cut. “Please don’t do that again. You’re going to put me in the grave early if you keep getting hurt.”
Harry smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck with his newly healed hand. “Didn’t really think about doing it any other way. People do tend to say that I have a flare for the dramatic.”
Fenrir just sighs. “Moving on from my first gift, I have one more for you today.” He reaches to his shoulder and grabs a large fur that Harry hadn’t really realized was there in the first place.
He blames his unobservant nature on the fact that he was too distracted by the first gift to really notice.
The Alpha grabs the fur and hands it over to the omega. Harry clutches at the heavy red deer fur immediately and brings it closer to his body. It doesn’t take very long for him to realize that the fur smells like Fenrir. It is completely coated in his scent. He pulls it closer to his nose and takes a not so subtle deep smell of his Alpha. The deer scent is still there, but Fenrir’s scent is much stronger, and with it this close he can smell something distinctly musky and sharp. A blush over takes Harry’s face when he realizes what he can smell.
“This gift shows that I can provide you food when you are hungry and warmth when you are cold.” Fenrir simply explains, and then a cocky smirk stretches across his face. “Among other things.” He finishes with a soft growl.
At this point there was no possible way for Harry’s face to get any redder. “Thank you very much, Alpha.” He mumbles into the fur. “I shall take it back to my room and add it to my other furs.”
Fenrir smiles and nods, and Harry practically runs to his temporary room at Ianna’s place. When he gets the room door closed his blush is slowly starting diminishing in vibrant color. He still has the scent of his Alpha’s spend up to his nose, and it is slowly by surely making him horny. Harry can feel his cock getting hard, and he can feel his hole getting slightly wet.
“I seriously can’t get off right now. Everyone will know what I was doing.” Harry despairs as he settles down on his bed of furs. “I can’t get off tonight either because of the new moon. I am going to be wound up until further notice!” He groans and places his palms over his eyes.
Harry huffs in frustration. After a few more moments of steadily breathing in the heady scent of Fenrir’s arousal from the furs, he realizes he doesn’t really care if the rest of the pack knows. Fenrir will eventually be his mate, and if he wants to get off to the scent of his mate’s excitement then so be it.
As quick as he can, Harry shucks off his pants and lifts up his shirt up over his head. His entire body has a soft pink flush to it and his cock has progressively gotten harder. He’s also much more wet, and that thought makes him flush even more. This will not be the first time that he has played with himself down there, but it will be the first time since his presentation as an omega.
He knows that he can’t take too long trying to get off because then it would be really obvious, and he has other stuff that he still must do today. He can’t just slack off even though he is eventually going to be the Alpha’s mate. Harry must do his share of work.
Without much more thought, the omega reaches down, grabs his cock, and gives a few tugs before proceeding further south. The wetness that Harry finds is almost obscene. Fenrir has done this to him, made him so turned on. He is so wet that he bypasses one finger all together and goes straight to two.
The moan that slips out of his mouth is almost obscene, and the stretch in his hole is almost enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. This is what he’s been missing. Almost like this what his body was craving, but something doesn’t feel just right. Flipping from his back to his belly, Harry puts his chest on the bed and situates on his knees. This feels more natural. He reaches around again and goes back to slowly working his fingers inside his hole. It’s extraordinarily wet and he hopes the squelching noises can’t be heard by anyone else.
Damn werewolf hearing.
When two fingers no longer feel like enough, Harry moves up to three and starts to vehemently search for his prostate. The angle he is at is a bit weird, but he eventually finds it. The feeling is overwhelming and sends unending shocks throughout his body. The omega’s eyes swivel to the back of his head, and drool starts to hang from his lips. With a couple more hard passes over his prostate, Harry comes hard with a long, low moan. There isn’t much, but what little he produces is now painted on his new fur. It is the beginning of his and Fenrir’s scents mingling, and it adds to his ebbing euphoria.
When Harry comes down from the pleasure, he removes his fingers from his soaking hole and flips onto his back. It takes a minute or two to calm his breathing, and, when he does, Harry goes about freshening himself back up to reenter the usual pack day.
Cleaning himself off and freshening up only takes about five minutes, and, once he has his same clothes back on, he heads back out into the commotional area. If anyone knows what he had been doing, no one says a thing. No one hints at it or makes any remarks. It’s relieving.
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The rest of the day goes normally except for the preparations for the new moon. Once it starts getting dark, everyone goes into their respective houses and grabs the extra furs that they use for their usual night.
Harry, feeling incredibly embarrassed, is unsure whether he should go grab his furs or not. The come was only on the one that Fenrir had gifted to him, so there is a good chance that his other ones will be fine.
He goes and gets all of his furs except for the one that Fenrir gave him earlier in the day. None of the other furs carry his aroused scent quite as much, so he doesn’t feel quite as awkward when he brings them out.
Working in an almost seamless fashion, the pack lays down fur after fur to create a large pallet. It is almost completely dark by the time the pallet is finished, and right as the light disappears completely every one of the pack mates starts to take off all of their clothes.
In the time that Harry has been with the pack, he has learned that they don’t really have a concept of nude modesty. Sometimes you would catch someone with their pants casually off, and hardly everyone never wore much for their upper body. They only covered up when they felt it was cold which wasn’t often.
It honestly took him a few days to really get used to it, but it is still weird to see everyone just taking clothes off. Once all of the pack is undressed, one by one they all shift into their wolf forms.
It is a mesmerizing sight to watch all of the wolves seamlessly and painlessly shift into their other form. Everything happens in a flash, and soon Harry is surrounded by a whole group of very large, shifted werewolves.
The wolves are surprisingly easy to tell apart. All of their colors are highly reminiscent of their hair colors and eye colors from their usual human form.
Clyde is still a bit larger than Fenrir in size even as a wolf. He has dark brown fur with blacked ticked on the ends, and the fur on his belly is a slightly lighter shade as well.
Arik, even while a wolf, still sticks to his blond Malfoy heritage. His fur is a beautiful, light cream. Harry can’t help but wonder how much of a pain it is to hunt with fur that noticeable. It’s almost hard to believe that he is one of the best hunters in the pack.
Everyone generally has warm browns, reds, and creams, but the wolf that really stands out is Fenrir. Harry might be a bit biased, but his Alpha is stunning. Fenrir is a stark jet black that is near impossible to see in the low new moon light, and the silver of his usual hair runs through the ruff of his neck and lightly speckles his face.
A warm, happy flush runs through Harry’s body as he looks at the Alpha. He will eventually be the mate of this wonderful, powerful creature.
He can hardly wait.
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The new moon experience is something that Harry knows will become one of his favorite events. All of the wolves cuddle together in a big pile and groom one another. Each and every day with the pack it is like experiencing a whole new world for Harry, but the new moon is now one of his favorite things.
Because he is the Alphas soon to be mate, he was in the center of the pile with Fenrir. He is also still just human, so he was in the center so he could stay warm enough throughout the night. The pack didn’t want the new omega to freeze during the night and neither did Fenrir.
Harry was unsure how late the pack stayed up together, but he ended up falling asleep not long after Fenrir curled up next to him. He had gone to bed early, but it was not without seeing the intimate connection between all the wolves of the pack. Even the more prickly pack members seemed more sedate, and all of them happily cuddled and groomed one another. It was one of the best things that Harry had been a part of since coming here, and he could not wait till the next new moon to come around.
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The next week passes with a blur of more courting gift exchanges and spending time with the pack and Fenrir. It is almost like there’s always something to do or something going on. There’s almost never any time to rest until the sun finally goes down.
Most of the gifts exchanged between the two of them are now smaller and less in depth, but the first gift that Harry gave to Fenrir was reminiscent of the one of the first that the Alpha had given him. During one of his nights of self-pleasure, Harry had rubbed his aroused scent all over one of his personal furs. Feeling a bit cheeky as he did it, the omega rubbed some of his slick through the strands of hair. He wasn’t sure if it would ruin the fur, but he had a feeling that Fenrir probably wouldn’t care.
When Harry had handed the fur to Fenrir the next day the Alpha had rumbled with pleasure and his eyes darkened with lust. He looked like he was ready to just lift up Harry over his shoulder to take him to his room; instead, the Alpha just kissed Harry’s hand as a thank you and disappeared into his home for close to an hour.
The blush didn’t leave Harry’s face for damn near three hours after that. All he could think about was the Alpha scenting the furs as he pleasured himself. He imagined Fenrir knotting in his fist and coming all over the fur that Harry had gifted him.
The omega couldn’t help but feel hot under the collar for the rest of the day.
It might have sounded rushed to some people, but he can’t wait to have that knot in him. Cannot wait to embrace his inner omega and satiate the buried side of him that wants to hang from a strong Alpha’s knot.
He didn’t even care if the rest of the pack or Fenrir could smell his arousal for the rest of the day, and by the smug look that the Alpha was sending him, they most definitely could.
By the looks that Patrick, Steinar, Clyde, and Arik were giving them, he was pretty sure they just wanted them to fuck and get the courting process over already. At some points during the days that continued to pass, Harry could whole heartedly agree with them, but he still had one more gift that he wanted to finish and give to Fenrir.
It was now only a couple of days until full moon, and Harry has been fervently working on a wood carving for Fenrir. When he had come up with they idea of making the Alpha a hand carved wooden pendent, Harry had not idea how to proceed. It wasn’t until about a week prior that he had brought the idea up to Clyde.
Clyde, being the patient saint that he was, informed Harry that Steinar’s hobby was wood carving, and that if the omega wanted to carve something special for the pack Alpha he should go talk to the quiet, blond alpha.
Harry could have kissed Clyde in that moment, but he settled on a quick hug before rushing over to where Steinar was skinning a newly caught deer. The omega easily slipped in beside the other alpha and proceeded to help prepare the meat and talk to him about carving. Once Harry explained what he wanted to do for the Alpha, Steinar immediately agreed to let him use his tools. The only stipulation was that Harry would be unable to use any of the wood that the blonde alpha had gathered.
“It holds more importance if you pick the wood yourself. It shows your initiative to go out and gather supplies to create something of your own. The wood will be more susceptible to work for you. You must find a wood or tree that calls for you, and before anything you must ask for permission to take a branch from it. I know it sounds crazy, but you will feel it when the tree responds with an answer. When you show respect to nature around you, it gives you protection in return.” The soft-spoken alpha had told him when they went out into the forest to look for a piece of wood for Harry to work with. It ended up taking Harry two hours of looking to find the perfect tree.
From what Steinar had told him, it was a wild cherry tree. It was simple and beautiful, and Harry knew that he had to have a piece of it to work with. He immediately walked up to the tree, placed a hand on its trunk, and issued his intent to the tree. For the longest time there was nothing. Harry could feel nothing from the tree. There was only silence.
Right as Harry had been about to remove his hand from the bark in disappointment, a soothing zing of something shot up arm. He had pulled his hand back in amazement and stared up at the tree.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Steinar had said with a small curve to his lips.
“I don’t think amazing covers that quite well.” Harry answered right back without taking his eyes off the tree.
They only spent a couple more seconds staring at the tree before taking a good enough sized piece for Harry. Before leaving, Harry thanked the tree profusely, but he did not get to feel the same zing again a second time. He was disappointed, but promised himself and Steinar that it wouldn’t be the last time they would be going out to hunt for carving wood.
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Steinar had given him pointers and had shown him how to use the tools, but he let Harry take his creative thought and craft from there. The alpha kept an eye on him to make sure Harry didn’t hurt himself with any of the sharp tools, but, other than that, he left everything up to the omega.
The green-eyed omega had spent hours stewing over what he wanted to create for his alpha. He thought at first that he could carve just a wolf, but he wanted to have more to it. Eventually he settled on a simple but elegant idea for his future mate. Harry was going to stick with the idea of a front facing wolf head, but he decided on having a crescent moon with the curve facing down and the points turning into the ears of the wolf.
Making sure to seamlessly infuse the beauty of the moon with the strength and power of the wolf, Harry worked diligently for days with any and all free time he had. Fenrir knew that he was up to something, but every time he came near Harry would hide his work and just casually talk to Steinar instead. The Alpha eventually gave up on trying to figure out what the omega was planning.
It is now two days before the full moon, and Harry’s putting the very last touches on the small wooden pendent that will be his most important courting gift. It’s absolutely stunning, and he can’t wait to give it to Fenrir once it was completely done. The small details are done, and Harry has already put two holes through the sides of both of the points of the moon for the leather cord he was going to use. Because he doesn’t have enough time to tan his own leather, Harry just uses a cord that Steinar had given him for that specific purpose.
He laces the cord through both of the holes, ties the ends together, and smiles. After a freaking week he had finally finished it, and it was perfect! Harry tucks it into his pocket and thanks Steinar for the help and guidance with his gift. Steinar gives him a smile and a ‘you’re welcome’ before fondly shooing him to go look for the Alpha that doesn’t seem to be around. In fact, many of the pack members don’t seem to be present in the clearing. Tilting his head in confusion, Harry makes his way over to Patrick. There’s a good chance that he will know where everyone is.
“Hey Pat!” Harry yells as he jogs over to his shy ginger friend. Patrick, who is not facing him, nearly jumps out of his skin in alarm. The beta whips around and half-heartedly glares at Harry.
“Could you not bloody do that? You scared the absolute shite out of me, you little prick!” Patrick nearly squeaks in reply.
A smirk spreads over Harry’s face as he looks up at Pat. “You would think you didn’t have werewolf hearing with reactions like that you big baby.”
Pat’s pale skin heats up with a blush, and he waves his hand awkwardly at Harry. “I do have werewolf hearing. It just so happens that you are so loud it scared me. Ignoring that fact. What do you need?” He asks trying to tame his heated skin.
Harry puffs, but ignores the jab. “ I was just wondering where everyone went. I finished my courting gift for Fenrir, but he’s not here and neither is half the pack. I’m guessing that they went on a hunt, but I just wanted to make sure.”
Patrick looks around the mostly empty clearing and nods. “Yeah, they left just recently, so they won’t be back for awhile.” He smirks. “Guess you are just going to have to wait until he gets back. I know how much you hate to wait.”
Harry laughs and pushes Pat lightly on the shoulder. “You aren’t wrong.” He sighs and looks around the clearing. It was only around noon so there is plenty of day left and he doesn’t have any other duty’s to attend to until the hunting party gets back. Pulling in a deep yawn, Harry stretches his arms above his head and arches his spine out. “I guess I’ll just go take a nap. I feel freaking exhausted.” The omega whines. “I haven’t even done that much today.”
Patrick looks concerned for a second and then waves Harry back toward Ianna’s place. “Go lay down then. I will come get you when the party gets back. Hopefully they will have a good amount of kills so we can refill the stores. It’s been pretty good this winter so far, but we can’t get too relaxed.”
A yawn is Pat’s only answer as Harry leaves and heads to his bed of furs. He walks in, closes his door, and flops down. Within five minutes he is out like a light.
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When Patrick comes to wake him up later in the day, it feels like he has only been asleep for thirty minutes; but when he opens his eyes he realizes he must have slept hours. Harry can tell the sun is low in the sky from his window, and he is shocked that he could have slept that long in the middle of the day.
The omega looks up at Pat with droopy eyes and yawns. “I guess they just got back?” He mumbles tiredly.
Pat nods and leaves the room to head back into the clamor of the newly returned pack. It takes Harry a couple of minutes to really wake up, but he eventually makes it out into the clearing. All the wolves that were previously gone are now back, and they apparently had a very successful hunt if the three dead deer are anything to go by. It was a fantastic hunt, and the draw of dinner wakes Harry up completely.
Everyone in the pack grabs an end of one of the deer, and they start to skin and prepare them for storage. They could easily do all of this with magic, but doing it personally shows more respect to the animal that they have to consume to survive. The pack uses every part of the kills for something. Nothing goes to waste.
When they have anything done and prepared, Farran starts a fire to cook up some meat for the pack.
Soon everyone has food, and they all sit around and talk about arbitrary things from their days. Harry is sitting next to Fenrir like usual, and, when everyone is finished stuffing themselves and cleaning up, the omega pulls out the courting gift for his Alpha.
Everyone continues to talk, but Fenrir’s attention is solely focused on the pendent that Harry holds within his hands.
“This will be my next courting gift for you, Alpha. A wild cherry tree gifted this wood to me, and I have spent the last week carving, and infusing it with my magic and my devotion. This gift shows that I have patience to take care of you even when you are being stubborn and when our children are¬¬¬¬¬¬—being children I guess.” Harry laughs joyfully. “It shows that I am understanding and that I respect you for who and what you are. I have no fear of either side of you, and I will always be with you, even when I am not visible. I will be the moon to your wolf. Even when you can’t feel me, I will be with you always.” He finishes emotionally with a smile on his face.
Fenrir says nothing, but he has the fondest smile that Harry has ever seen on any persons face. It is so tender that it causes an elegant blush to spread across the omegas cheeks.
“You really are something else, you know? I could look for the rest of my life and I would never find an omega as beautiful and stunning as you. No one is perfect and I know that we will have our spats, but I want you to know that I will always care for you and our future children. You will be the moon to my wolf, for I will settle for nothing less.” Fenrir declares without hesitation as he caresses his thumb over Harry’s plump lips.
“That’s all I want from you. I want your loyalty, your fidelity, and eventually your love. That is all that I ask.” Harry whispers contentedly as he takes the pendant and puts it over Fenrir’s head to settle it on his chest.
Harry’s Alpha reaches up the hand that is not cupping his face and grabs hold of the carving. Fenrir takes his eyes away from his omega’s to take a closer look at the pendant, and he soaks in the feeling of his intended’s magic. His eyes follow each and every curve of the carving to commit it to memory. When the Alpha has had his fill of the pendant, he returns his eyes to the omega in front of him.
“You are phenomenal.” Fenrir whispers reverently as he pulls Harry in for a kiss.
Boy is it a kiss. It starts soft and kind like all the others they have shared before, but it doesn’t take long for the kiss to get rougher. Lips part and tongues enter the fray. They forget all of the other pack mates around them, and the only thing on their minds is the way the other tastes. Fenrir is so overwhelming for Harry, and when he breaks away the omega whines deep in need.
Many of the other pack mates catcall them jokingly, but neither participant cares. It’s the most amazing thing that Harry has ever experienced thus far in his life. He can’t wait to do it again. Heat flares in his lower belly, and Harry reaches forward to grab Fenrir and pull him closer. This kiss is no less deep, but it is far gentler. A soft moan makes its way up Harry’s throat.
He didn’t know that Fenrir had the ability to be this tender with him. The kisses are otherworldly, and he can’t help but imagine what the sex is going to be like.
After a couple of minutes of practically having his soul sucked out via kiss, Fenrir pulls back.
“I can’t wait to make you mine, Harry Potter.”
“I can’t wait to be yours, Fenrir Greyback.”
The Alpha rumbles approvingly in his chest and pulls Harry into his lap. The omega can quite clearly feel the erection pressing up against his bottom, and it feels immense. The warmth from earlier is still there in his lower belly, and when Harry feels the Alpha behind him press a hand over the spot he can’t help but melt back into the firm chest.
Harry sits in that exact spot as the night wears on. He has no desire to move, and the heat from earlier is still gently radiating from the same spot.
It’s about ten-thirty when the pack starts to turn in for the night. Grady and Farran are the first to bid the group goodnight, and everyone else just continues to trickle out after them. Harry realizes that he can’t stay in Fenrir’s lap all night long, but he wants to. He doesn’t want to move, and he whines pitifully when the Alpha lifts both of them into a standing position.
“It’s time for you to go back to Ianna’s, Harry.” Fenrir hums as he leads the omega to his place of residence. “I shall see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” With a quick kiss to the lips, Fenrir turns to leave and go back to his own house.
Harry breathes out shakily and enters Ianna’s house. She had been the first to retire earlier on in the night, and she is most definitely already asleep, so Harry treads as quietly as possible to his room.
The heat in his belly is still present. After that kiss with Fenrir, Harry thinks it will never really leave. He strips himself of all his clothes, and if he spends the next twenty minutes getting off that’s his business.
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The day before full moon night dawns with a bunch of jittery werewolves and a still very horny human. The heat in the pit of his stomach hasn’t gone away since last night, and he really is starting to think that Fenrir’s kiss has actually left him with perpetual desire raging through his system.
Breakfast goes over the same as it does every day, but at about noon the tenseness in his belly hits a new high and the heat spreads throughout his entire body. At this point, Harry thinks he knows what is happening, and the mere thought of it sends anxiety and excitement soaring through his veins. The only problem is that he isn’t supposed to go into heat for another month at best.
Harry stops to think about it. I guess all of the contact with a compatible alpha has accelerated my body into an early heat. He should probably tell someone what’s happening, but at the same time he wants to just continue his day normally. Taking a deep breath, the omega sets off across the clearing to head into the woods to gather some wood for the fire. The pack had been running low, and it would probably be a good idea to get some more together before the full moon later tonight.
Before he can even make it half way, a sharp flare of heat emanates from his belly along with a wet feeling starting to trickle down his thighs. Harry thinks that it is just a single instance, but it doesn’t stop. The flares builds in strength and the wetness will not abate. If anything, his hole starts to leak even more slick.
It seemed like his scent had completely emanated to the edges of the clearing because everyone has frozen. All eyes are on him, and many of them look of thinly veiled control. Before Harry can even move, Fenrir has him by the waist and is dragging him to the Alpha’s secluded house.
When the door is closed and locked behind them, Fenrir sets Harry on the couch.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone you were going into heat, Harry?” The Alpha asks with a strained voice.
Harry whines placating. “I didn’t realize what was going on until about five seconds before everything went to shit. My body is so hot, my goddess. It’s going to get worse isn’t it?” The question comes out hoarse, and Fenrir only gives him a nod of affirmation.
“There is something that you need to worry about more important than that, Harry. You are going into heat less than nine hours short of a full moon. When you are in heat I will be mating you in my wolf form. I will be a wolf when I mate with you tonight, Harry. I don’t know if you are comfortable with that or if I will have to lock you up for the night. If you are ok with me mating you tonight in my wolf form, it will not be our first time. I will mate you as a man before I mate with you as a beast.” The Alpha explains tensely without touching the flush omega.
Harry sits on the couch and stares at Fenrir in complete shock. “That didn’t even occur to me at all.” He whispers into the thick air. The house remains silent between them as the omega thinks over the situation.
Fenrir would mate him as a wolf. A wolf was going to mate him. He was going to have a furred, four-legged animal, driven entirely by instinct, fuck him. Harry would have no control over the situation. Fenrir would take him like an animal and Harry wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.
The blush covering his body intensifies and his hole clenches hungrily around nothing. Just thinking of Fenrir taking him in wolf form is turning Harry on, and he isn’t disgusted with himself in the slightest. If anything he is anticipating it.
Harry stretches himself out along the couch and looks at Fenrir with half lidded eyes. “What if I want you to take me in your wolf form. I love every part of you and that includes the wolf part.” He tries not to think of the fact that he just admitted he loves Fenrir, but it seems like the Alpha has caught the words.
A hand touching his thigh brings him to focus as Fenrir locks eyes with him. “You said you love me.” The Alpha’s words are awed as he locks steely eyes with Harry’s own jewels. The omega gives no verbal answer. He just squeezes Fenrir’s hand in response.
“I’m pretty sure that I love you too, Harry.” Fenrir hums serenely.
“I know it is early too, but I don’t care.” The omega adds breathily. “I want to be with you forever, and I want you to mate me right now.” The tone is blissful and demanding, and Fenrir can’t help but grin.
“Anything for you, darling.”