Notes: One of my reviewers requested an epilogue and while I don't usually enjoy them, I do think this is the kind of story that needs one to tie up some of the loose ends (and to give you all the sex scene you were so disappointed to not get in the last chapter).

Thank you all for your support with this story. I'm so happy I finished it after spending so long stuck at just the first chapter. Your support is what pushed me to give this one another try, so thank you, thank you, thank you. I really hope you all enjoyed the ride as much as I did.

"You're spending so much time with that new submissive, you hardly have any time for me anymore."

Harry laughed as Fenrir crowded into his space. "Come now, mate of mine, surely you aren't jealous? You know she was a housemate."

"Do you have to sleep in the lounge with her?" Fenrir nipped at his neck.

Harry turned his head to give his dominant better room. "It's the same, ah, that Misaki and Angie and Gideon did for me during my first month."

Fenrir huffed. He picked Harry up and with a show of strength that never stopped giving Harry excited chills, he threw Harry onto the bed. Harry bounced slightly then relaxed back against the sheets.

Fenrir crawled onto the bed to join him. "Well, for the next few hours you're all mine. Clear?"

"Yes, mate," Harry replied. He spread his legs wide so Fenrir could settle between them.

"Good." Fenrir took his mouth in a brutal kiss—the kind that Harry could only submit to, the kind that conquered his body and left his mind in chaos.

Harry reveled in the crushing weight of his mate on top of him. He couldn't move, completely surrounded by Fenrir. As Fenrir drew his mouth away, Harry pushed up needfully, eager for more of those breathtaking kisses.

Fenrir denied him, though, even when he whined. Instead, he chuckled. "So impatient. Perhaps if you'd taken more time away from the girl to spend in my bed…"

"Don't be mean," Harry pouted. "Fenrir, please."

"Yeah, yeah."

Harry gently nipped at Fenrir's lips and Fenrir indulged him for a moment. Then he bent and bit down on the mating mark over Harry's left shoulder. Harry howled the sudden shock of pure pleasure. He spasmed, his cock not ready to come but needing to anyway. He orgasmed without ejaculating instead and it was as painful as it was amazing.

"Beautiful," Fenrir murmured. He licked the sensitive mark while his big fingers began to slowly thrust lube inside Harry's ass. "My gorgeous mate."

Harry couldn't think from pleasure and need. He smelled the strength of Fenrir's musk and his mouth watered with the desire to taste it, but Fenrir had different plans. He pulled Harry's legs up and Harry spread himself as far as he could go.

"Mine," Fenrir said again as he thrust into Harry's hot hole. Harry rocked back against their smooth sheets as Fenrir pounded into him.

Harry didn't have the words to speak a reply, so he turned his head enough to bite down hard on Fenrir's nearest arm. Fenrir growled and they both spun in painful pleasure—a truly delicious combination for werewolves, where heightened healing would have them ready to ravage each other again by tomorrow night.

Fenrir pulled out and thrust back in with one slow slide. Harry couldn't take the change of pace and writhed on the bed. Fenrir kissed him, soft and gentle. "Come for me."

Harry ejaculated white cum all over Fenrir's hard stomach. He gasped out incomprehensible syllables as Fenrir finished inside him, rubbing against his sensitive cock as he thrust the final few times.

Fenrir collapsed on top of Harry. Harry loved this part best, the sensation of it, of being grounded by his dominant. He felt the contentment spread through their mating bond and the sense of home, love, safety.

Grunting, Fenrir roll off of Harry and pulled him up into his arms instead. Harry snuggled close and breathed their combined scents. "Mine," he said back.

"Always," Fenrir replied.

-o-

Hannah Abbott had requested the bite after contracting a rather nasty pixie-spread disease while exploring in the Amazon. Fenrir had accepted her proposal because Harry had told him to—if any of his housemates were to become werewolves for any reason, he wanted them in his pack.

Hannah ended up submissive, so Harry sat in the submissive-only lounge with her on the final week before her first courtship period. "You don't have to accept anyone this first go round," Harry told her. "Or you can drag it out as long as you want until your comfortable with the thought of bonding with one of them. There's no time limit and if the dominant gets impatient then they're not right for you anyway."

"How long did it take you?" Hannah asked.

"Too bloody long," Gideon groaned from the couch. "The UST nearly killed the pack before Harry finally dragged Fenrir to bed."

Harry blushed. "I ended up waiting for nearly a year, but… mostly, I wanted to put off being the official alpha submissive of the pack until I really felt ready for all the responsibilities. I was ready for Fenrir long before that. It doesn't take werewolves as long as humans to get in the right place for commitment."

"I can see that." Hannah brushed her hair back. She as beautiful as a wolf as she was as a human—all chocolate brown like her skin and with the same natural blond highlights in her hair. She glanced out the window. Harry, sitting on the windowsill with her, followed her gaze.

Out on the lawn, Charles played with several of the younger pups while his preteen daughter, Karla, watched and laughed. Charles was a beta now, after taking his yearlong beta quest in the Ministry where he helped reorganize the Department for Magical Creature Regulation. He'd been the perfect choice—too calm to let bigots rile him up and charming enough to endear the neutral parties to his side.

"Who's that?" Hannah asked.

"Charles Thompson, the fourth beta of the pack." Harry watched Hannah's eyes glaze over as she continued to watch him. "What are you feeling?"

"I don't know," she whispered. "It's just, when I look at him, my heart beats fast and I can't quite think straight. He's… really attractive."

"He's pretty old for you," Angie said.

"I've always liked older men," Hannah murmured. "More experienced, more respectable."

"Charles is that," Misaki agreed with a knowing smile.

Harry met her gaze over Hannah's head and smiled too.

-o-

A week later, Harry left Hannah with Amy and Yusef for the full moon pack meeting. Yusef had opened up his second courting period a few months before and Amy had ended up taking interest in the shy submissive. Harry thought they were a good match and Yusef had confessed several times how he was thinking about taking the next step in the courtship so they could be officially bonded.

On the boulder, Fenrir sat waiting for Harry. As Harry passed Charles, standing in line with the other betas, he stopped and whispered, "Don't turn down your opportunity to court my friend just because you think it'll make things awkward between us, or because you think you're too old for her."

Charles blushed. "I… she's very attractive, but…"

"No denials. You feel even more called to her than you did to me, don't you?"

Sighing in defeat, Charles said, "I guess I have a thing for Hufflepuffs."

Harry laughed and walked the rest of the way to Fenrir. Fenrir pulled him up into his lap and Harry settled against the crook of his arm. Harry looked left and met the teasing laughter in Ivo's eyes. He stuck out his tongue and Ivo waggled his eyebrows in reply.

The pack grew quiet, waiting for their alphas. Together, Harry and Fenrir started the meeting as the full moon waited just below the horizon.