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"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Arianna narrowed her eyes at Harry. “What? I’m just offering a friendly suggestion. Tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill anyone you blabbed your mouth to.” “That seems pretty asinine, don’t you think? The fastest way for me to get the money is to tell my partner.” “I’ll consider it. I want to see how much you hustle in a month. I’ll be back in a month, and I better see some progress. I’ll be watching you and your older lover as well. Take care, Arianna,” Harry wished, slipping out of Arianna’s bed. “You know? I may not put you up for auction at all. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself,” Harry teased, winking at Arianna before he left.

But then something reminded me that this was Harry. I knew him. I knew the way his mind worked, the way he twisted situations to his advantage and discarded people the moment they outlived their usefulness. A bitter realization settled deep in my chest. I had already outlived mine the moment he allowed his mother to start questioning my sanity and fertility. Harry would never accept another man’s child. Never. Not in his house. Not under his name. This… this was just another move. Another scheme. I would go, convince Richard, secure the merger…

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

Breaking away, I reached for his jeans, fumbling to unbutton them. "Please Harry," I panted. "I need you inside me." Harry shucked off his jeans and boxers in record time, his thick erection springing free. He lined himself up with my entrance and paused, looking into my eyes. "You're mine, Hermione," he growled possessively. "Now and forever." Then he thrust deep inside me in one smooth stroke. We both moaned at the sensation, stretched and full in the best way. Harry started moving, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. His pace was relentless as he pounded into me.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.

They spoke firmly with determination. “W-What?!” Harry managed to speak in shock. _____________ Hazel kept massaging her forehead which was now throbbing badly. The phone call made her snap out of her disturbing thoughts and she looked at the screen. Harry Calling...... “Hello? Yes Harry?” “Hazel!! They took him!” He shouted over the phone. “Who took who?” Hazel frowned in confusion. “Few men came! They punched me and took Xavier....to his father! On his father order!” He managed to say panting hard.

Olivia glared at him and walked in without looking back, shutting the door heavily behind her to keep John out. They had not even gotten back together yet, and he was already being so demanding and bossy. If they were to really get back together, would she ever hear the end of it? Of course, in the end, she did not eat any of the food and gave it all to Harry, who was at the hospital. Harry was not a picky eater. As soon as he saw a table full of dishes, his eyes gleamed as he inhaled it all. “Eat slowly. No one is fighting you for it.”