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new chapters of the Greybacks life.

Fatherhood and the LSM

"Fenrir have you seen our princess? The pups are whining, they refuse to change to humans and are under the bed howling for their mommy. I forgot pups are so whiny," Fenrir's regal father complained and added, "but they are just adorable, only if they didn't chew all my best boots. I keep forgetting to lock up my shoes in the vault, the only place they are safe. I love the sweet pups but will be glad when they are out nappies and quit chewing all they find. Ahh, but they are so very perfect." He sighed his eyes filled with love for his grandchildren.

Fenrir agreed, the devilish pups were a handful so he wanted to wait 40 to 80 years for the next batch. Lovely as they were, they had chewed up all within reach, and they got into trouble 24-7. The house-elves were exhausted, "Master, next time makes only one," he growled. First make pups, now too many? What next?

Even worse the new campaign that his father recently started, never happy, "They are growing so fast, better start working on the next batch. I love that newborn pup smell."

"I am not a pup-maker machine, it will be a few years before more come your way. Go and smell the other pups, there are a few around. All I want to smell for the next years is something I'd rather not discuss with you." His eyes glazed thinking about his mate.

"While you do that, work on the pups, the two things are not mutually exclusive." His father the know-it-all. He was doomed, his sex life was always the topic of household gossip. His father was the worst gossip of them all, along with Lucius if the truth be told, no wonder they got along. They knew everyone's dirty secrets, and used the knowledge without remorse to increase their vaults. Too bad that his father also used his gossip acumen to check on him. His father and Lucius were thick as thieves and spent long hours in the library gossiping, and doing who knew what.

He just walked away, he was the most disempowered alpha in history because his father wouldn't let loose. No wonder he had to bite a few here and there to feel better. Yes, Fenrir wasn't reformed, it was all façade. Since he needed his Mate to love him, he would try his best. He just couldn't help it, he was a b.a.d. wolf and old habits die hard. But dear moon, he hated that word, specially when his witch called him that, "Bad, bad wolf." it was the worst.

What if she found that he still like to scare others, she might even leave him. Yes, and will be all your fault, I've told you that I rather go chasing rabbits, but you will not listen. Plato would often reminded him. He might be right, she couldn't find out how much he liked to intimidate the local merchants and make old people scream in terror; it was an addiction. He had considered checking with a mental healer, though that was a big maybe.

Going back to his pups, the biggest problem with such magical pups was their fiendish dark logic. They would go under the bed in their pup form and build a wall of magic around them. They only obeyed their Mommy, meaner than the three of them. She would go under the bed in her human form, and dared them to snap at her when pulling them out. If needed, she would turn into the she-wolf, and even Fenrir would leave the room scared at her angry growls, promising the pups swift punishment.

The punishment was dreaded by the naughty trio of alpha pups, it was always the same, no reading time, no books, no biscuits, and no swimming in the pond for a day, to the second. She would post the time on a magic chalkboard. Only Hermione could erase the time, the pups had already tried several times. It always worked, but only because she was the only one that followed through with the promised discipline.

Hermione's shoes were the only ones untouched in the entire castle, her belongings were respected by the mini-Greybacks. The small pups with the silver streak down their back and the wavy scruff and tail.

They also respected, of all people, their uncle Luchus, the all-time-favorite-adult of all the children who knew him. They had a nearly daily 'story time,' always away from the house, and for only the youngsters. Strangely, when other adults came near the book would close and kids and pups all seemed a little scared but delighted. He was allowed to read to them because there was peace and quiet at story time. The pups had indeed broken the peace in the once quiet hallways, no that it mattered to the parents, and everyone loved them to pieces.

Even stranger was how all the pups, to include Teddy who attended 'the older group's story time,' would avoid Snape whenever he visited. The pups would hide behind the chair and scream if he came even close to them. Snape was losing it, he complained that children everywhere hid and screamed whenever he went out in public. Fenrir thought that it was the result of leftover-effects of Nagini's bite. Yes, Snape has cracked and is seeing things, Plato fully concurred.

After a while Snape was not the only one affected by the 'scared-child syndrome,' Narcissa had to glamour since she was suffering the same fate.

Hermione had heard outrage from many parents, seemly a magic story book series was all the rage. Not with everyone, some groups swore that the pictures and stories changed if an adult opened the book. Hogwash, was the veredict of the more liberal-parents; but many where afraid the Death Eaters were back poisoning children's minds.

They were partially right, it was a a former DE and his associate's doing. This former Death Eater was intent in revenge, a subtle one, that made a former best friend, and now detested rival, into the children's boogie man.

Meanwhile the writer and his co-author's fame grew, they wrote under the pen name 'Silver,' and their books were sold out within hours of being out. Meanwhile, the authors, the writer and the illustrator, spent long hours laughing working on their book, while gossiping and getting richer, life was good.

Fenrir's fatherhood had its pitfalls, the pups had curtailed daddy's sex life, always barging in at crucial times. They didn't even knock and knew how to break any lock. At the ripe age of three, they were already feared by many.

Fear was the one thing both Daddy and Papa loved, specifically the young she-wolves' ability to scare even adult wolves. The reason was simple, they were too pretty. Because of that, marriage contracts from the few lupine royal houses, and the most powerful wolf families worldwide, were already pouring in. Moreover, kidnapping, or better put, pup-napping, was not unlikely.

The fierce male pup was their army leader, at such young age older pups gave him a wide berth. They were a more intellectual Fenrir, and a chip of the old block. Teddy was the second in command and never afraid to fight. He knew one of the females was his mate but no yet sure which one.

Earlier that day when the pups were crying for their mommy. Hermione had gone to meet with new suppliers at the Happy Kittens, for a new line. She was also meeting with a group interested in a custom line for their magical nightclubs. Fenrir had not liked their looks, why, you guessed, they eyed his princess a little too much and too long. And before any ahas, he was kind of correct, one or two were indeed interested on her.

Even more troublesome was the fact that he had a whiff of wolf; but only whenever he was near enough the group of three reps. The scent would be lost when he would get closer, he suspected the masking was upped when he was seen.

"Princess stay away from those pretty boys," Fenrir told her his suspicions. By the way, all other males fell under the pretty boys category, he hadn't forgotten the beaus of her past.

They were in his office, the only place safe to have sex since the pups were one year old. Thank goodness they still had not figured out the Floo, not yet.

"No, no talking, kiss me, yes, there," she sat on top of his desk, half undressed. Fenrir was on his knees busy at loving his witch, but this day he taken too many breaks.

He lifted his head again, his eyes heavy lidded with lust, his skin nearly blue and his features foreign and less human. Hermione sighed, he was beautiful and mind numbingly sexy, the best lover ever. Yes, he was, but she had heard his old nickname from his 'boys,' and he had been kicked out the bedroom for two weeks, it'd had happened more than once. Stupid boys, couldn't keep a tight lip.

His father reprimanded him the entire time about his past, how he should have waited for a mate, blah, blah, blah. His well earned nickname name hunted him now. 'The Lupine sex-machine,' or the LSM how he was best known, was the ladies favorite during his years in Oxford, and later on as well. She-wolves and witches still talked about him, and he still received owls he was quick to burn in the fireplace.

He hated when an old flame would see him when he was with his witch, it made him wish to be in his half transformed form and not to be recognized. They would run to him starry eyed, just to make lewd suggestions. His witch would be so angry that it would be weeks of zero-availability. During those times Fenrir would howl by the pond; meanwhile his father drank egg liquor with the princess and with Lucius, the ever present side kick. They would laugh and sometimes would go running and swimming in the pond in their lupine form.

Yes indeed he was a great lover, he had the experience, and he was famous, and he couldn't hide. Too bad that his 'boys' idolized him, it was their fault. Unfortunately, his questionable fame had another troublesome side effect, every time an old lover recognized him, her heart would stray to the times of her failed triad.

She still had feelings for her boys, and they would always be there in her heart. Albeit she would never act upon her feelings, why? Because she was hooked on the LSM, as she would call him during their arguments. But during those angry times, she would allow some 'backlash flirting' from her 'boys.' Which in turn made Fenrir want to murder them. Her married boys had never given up on her, it was just bad.

Today was their first 'lunch date,' since the last incident. They were out with the pups at Diagon Alley, when a witch, an old LSM fan, grabbed him below the waist and made very inappropriate suggestions before he could even react. The pups cried because they felt their Mommy's anger. Thus, she didn't want to deal with his jealousy, he had no right. Besides, she wanted him, now.

'"What now?" She pouted, she had been so near, "just get to it, we have less than 30 minutes to attend to our 'business' here." She licked her finger and traced his lips, and he caught and bit it, his cock throbbed against his naked belly.

"Wait, don't distract me, it is not jealousy…okay, maybe a little..."

"Grrr, you are too jealous I swear, bad, bad wolf, bad LSM, bad wolf."

The dreaded 'bad wolf' followed by the even worse LSM made his erection fail, and he lowered his eyes...it was true that he was jealous...because he was always afraid to lose her.

She felt sorry, caressed his face, and moved a little closer. The proximity of her wet sex made him come back to life. Too bad, this was the one time that she should have listened.

In seconds he was working on the difficult effort into his most favorite place, it was better now that she used a magic spray. He clenched his jaw not to groan so loud…it was always so good, her slick channel was the best. "I love you, love you so much."

Before she left, he kissed her neck, "Take two of the boys with you, I've a bad feeling." For once she listened, it had been so very good, anything for her bad wolf. Oh yes, she had her suspicions of his nocturnal forays, when he went 'hunting.' Though she hoped that he was out scaring people and not chasing other females. Yes, he was bad, and she knew it, her dark prince.

She left for the meeting at one of the nightclubs right after their 'business,' and felt uneasy the entire time she was gone. Trying not to worry when she didn't show up by 17:30, and not knowing what to do with the howling pups, he Floo'd back to his office, Greg Goyle was there.

"I was just going to your home to get you." Greg seemed scared and was wringing his hands. Fenrir could smell his fear, this didn't bode well. It was about Hermione, it had to be.

The Floo activated, but Fenrir was only looking at Greg, "Why? What has happened?"

Greg was avoiding his eyes and looking at his shinny boots, "I'll just say it, Lady Greyback was taken on her way to the meeting. She never made it. The 'boys' I sent with her are at Mungo's, still out. They fought hard, their clothes were on tatters and their faces are in bad shape and nobody could recognize them. The Aurors just left, they came..."

Fenir growled so loud that everyone one nearby shook, and Greg wet his trousers. He was about to grab Greg by the throat, crazed with panic when little hands grabbed his leg, "Mommy, they have Mommy," the pups in human form were crying and asking Daddy to pick them up. He bent and picked the three sweaty pups, they were very agitated. They were linked with their mommy, afraid to be without their parents, had followed him and jumped into the Floo.

This was bad, but it got worse, they were trying to get under his robes when Snape stuck his head in the office, "Fenrir, I..."

The pups started screaming, "A munster, de bad wistard wif de bag, " then turned into pups, not allowed in front of others, jumped down, and ran yipping under Fenrir's desk.

Fenrir decided at once that Snape was the one behind Hermione's abduction, he was by his side in one leap and had him by the throat, "What did you do, what bag, where is my princess?"

Snape also wet his trousers. Besides he thought that he had seen the triplets changed into cubs, and that wasn't possible. Greg lay on the floor, out cold.