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Harry took a deep breath, his muscles spasming unpleasantly. The sharp pungent smells surrounded him. In this heightened state, it made his skin crawl. As he looked around, he knew he was not the only one uncomfortable. The line up of other alphas was swirling with aggressive anticipation. He watched Draco Malfoy, baring his teeth but his eyes bared no focus. He snarled to no one in particular sizing up his competition. Harry would laugh at the display, so feral and primitive, if the same feeling did not plaque his mind. The line of men was no more than wild animals in that moment, only a string of one true goal holding them from ripping each other's throats.
...
It was truly unexpected when the messenger arrived at the edge of Harry´s village. The man of imposing figure slid off his horse with truly monstrous thud, clad in the colors of the ruling clan of their land. Small crowd surrounded him at once, hoping to be the ones knowing the news firsthand. Harry stayed little further, having the ears of an alpha to listen from greater lengths. The man spoke in a low but all-encompassing voice. He had spoken of the droughts that plagued the continent for many years now, the famine that followed. His voice was somber as he recounted the well-known stories of even the strongest of clans losing a significant number of people. Of people too weak to even bury their deceased. Harry´s mind was flooded with his own memories, the taste of grass that was the only thing there was to eat, his mom´s tears on his skin as they watched his father breath getting shallower.
Harry shocked his head when he felt a tear roll down his face. He felt anger rise in him as the man’s voice lifted suddenly. Times fortunately improved. And for a few years, the crops were plentiful. Life settled yet again to the peaceful tracks, even if there was the lingering taste of fear on everybody’s tongues.
The man spoke of the fear. The clan heads of the continent met to discuss the state the land was left in. With fewer people, the trade between the towns and villages got slower, fields were left uncultivated, and many were left with no one to take up the work. Clans feared the outside forces, the unknown enemy that could come.
Harry clenched his fists, if the man was looking for soldiers... but the man continued. He continued with an invitation. To the celebration of the spring and long forgotten tradition. When their ancestors just left the forests, still connected with the beasts they all came from. The tradition of new life. The mating run.
Harry protested as he learnt more about it. The tradition seemed truly barbaric to him. Even if once practiced by his ancestors, he did not see the appeal and even the need. By the blessing of their gods and by customs of his land, the mating of an alpha and omega was a sacred ritual. Alpha courted his omega, with gifts made by his own hands, by deeds that showed his skills. And after many moons and a ceremony before their clan, omega would share his heat with their chosen alpha. What was described to Harry as a mating run seemed… savage.
He was hell bent on not participating and was disgruntled by the reaction of many alphas in his village. As he protected the gentle beings that were omegas in his home, he must have stalked and fought the other alphas. Their attempts got bolder the further they were on the journey to the place the run was being held. The messenger was accompanying them, explaining further what would proceed the run.
As they arrived at the site, many fires were already lit on a mass expanse of land, the territory of the leading clan. Alphas and omegas were travelling from all around the territory to meet here and celebrate prosperation. The spring feast was a day and night of festivities, drinks and food was freely given to everyone.
As Harry was from the village closest to the borders they arrived between the last, only having two days before the run. Harry watched as his fellow alphas dispersed to quickly join in on the fun and even, he omegas became brave enough to engage with the other clans. Harry was left wandering around, exploring the space, noting the different types of people, their hair braided or cut short, weaved with feathers. Some had faces painted or pierced, were clothed similarly or completely different, with skins and fur from animals Harry could not name.
Finally, after a bit of searching, he found where the chiefs sat. He recognized the chief of his clan, the man that was a brother to his father in the eyes of gods. The man who took him after his father died. His black hair was braided around his headpiece, blue eyes were glinting gold against the fire. He was talking animatedly with the white-haired man, leader of the Malfoy clan, their neighbor. He spotted his son, Draco sitting next to him. The boy noticed him from afar, his eyes narrowing but a lazy smile full of teeth appeared on his face. Harry rolled his eyes, he´ve never liked the boy.
He circled the place once more before willing himself to go talk to his godfather. As he was closer, he was snatched by a hand. He hissed instinctively as he was met with a cold black gaze. The boy before him growled dangerously as his grip tightened on Harry´s hand. His black eyes searched Harry. After a moment, they sharpened wickedly but the snarl turned into a smirk.
„I apologize, I´ve never had an omega hissed at me but...“his nose slightly crinkled. „You are alpha after all.“
Harry watched the other alpha stand up, towering over Harry. They stare at each other; Harry sensed his scent rising. Harry knew what alpha posturing entailed but he seldom was forced to do it, opting often for just walking away. He did not feel like it was an option at that moment. The other male looked him up and down, with his smile slowly growing. Harry huffed irritably when the other´s scent attacked his sensitive nose.
„You have very pretty eyes.“ The black haired alpha purred leaning in, Harry finally stepped away, scowling as he turned away and walked off, he could feel the other’s eyes boring into him.
...
The next day was filled with games and more festivities as the celebration came to its peak. It was a flurry of colors, dancers and musicians performing. Most of the omegas were included, showing off their skills and bodies. Harry was sitting between his friends, Ron was devouring everything in his sight, glancing nervously constantly as he watched his intended, Hermione, dancing with the other omegas. Ron was courting Hermione for several months before the news of the run. Now it was anyone’s game to snatch the omega from his grasp. It left Harry with a sour taste in his mouth. Because there were more alphas than omegas, it opened a road for fierce competition when it came to the mating right. Ron ensured him that there was no way anyone would get even close to the witty omega, but Harry was still grinding his teeth at this brutishness.
There was also one other thing that left him restless. The dark eyes of the male from last night. As he was told, Riddle was an alpha, next in line for the chief role in his clan. A skilled warrior that did not get to his position by blood but by merit. He was a merciless killer of the clan´s enemies, ferocious and bathed in blood.
From the moment they met Harry kept finding the other male staring at him, always from a distance but every time their gazes met Riddle was smiling, his dark eyes glinting maliciously. It made Harry´s chest clench tight.
As the day progressed the clan´s heads acquainted them with the rules of the run. At night the omegas and alphas will be separated to prepare for the morning. At dawn, the omegas will be led to the forest edge. They will get a single hour head start, to run, hide or wait. Then, the alphas will come, lead to the same place and are free to find themselves an omega to mate and claim them. Omegas can prior give a piece of their clothing to help their chosen alpha to track their scent. Without it the alphas are left to choose by their own instincts. The mated pairs will leave together, returning to the alpha´s clan of choosing. The mating run, a true celebration of peace and prosperity of their land.
And one more thing as his godfather was left to speak.
„Beware of the omegas but beware of the alphas too, all is fair in a mating run.“
Harry shivered, to him the warning was obvious, the competition would be deadly. Not many shared his sentiment ,however, as they cheered with excitement. Harry was left wondering, feeling a cold gaze on his neck. He did not turn as he growled quietly to himself. Perhaps, he himself will have to fight dirty.
...
As night came, the alphas were herded to the tent closest to the middle. There was more food brought as well as sweet smelling wine in huge glass jugs. It smelled familiar to Harry, like the holy tree in their forest. He was offered a glass as was every one of the alphas. They were made to drink it, the taste bitter but warm on his tongue. It occurs to him much later that the wine must have onset his rut, the warmth turning in the well-known ache in his bones. It made them all irritated, jumpy and by the morning the overwhelming need to rip someone’s flesh from their bones had cost him his sanity.
Something new offset this need the moment they step out of the tent. They were pushed through the settlement with accompanying cheers and keens, a new scent clouded his mind. Singular spark lighted his senses. The omegas must have drunk the same potion because Harry could smell the delirious aroma of heat. The smell hidden and rarely known by unmated alphas was enveloping the air. The air vibrated around him as the other males crooned and huffed similarly overwhelmed. They were lined up at the clearing, the forest only a few paces before them. The scents were maddening to Harry, all mixing up in a concoction of desperate calls of primal nature. Few alphas started howling in frustration when they were pushed back, not yet violent.
He caught a glimpse of Ron in his vision, the other male sniffing a piece of cloth, tightly pressing it against his face. Harry caught himself sniffing in that direction, then stopped horrified. A thought pressed into his mind, and he focused on a different smell. Dark, rich and now horrifyingly strong. For the first time he looked for the other male but could not find him, his vision strangely blurry.
The bell echoed through the forest and Harry was bombarded by movement. He ran just by an instinct, something in him pulling him through the trees. He did not slow down until his breath hurt in his lungs, his skin glistening in the sun though he still felt feverishly hot. The forest got quieter the further he went. When his pace died down, he could finally pick up on something other than his own beating heart. He stilled, looking around but most importantly listening, he heard the occasional cracking of branches and leaves. The sound travelled in all directions, but no one was approaching. He still could not think clearly, but the damp forest air helped slightly. He breathed in deeply, catching the slightest hint of a scent, sweet and sappy. He was torn, he did not want to participate in the run. But his instincts were clawing at his insides, the fever banging on his skull to go, just go. He moved subconsciously, scenting the air.
He felt like he was stalking a prey, his senses heightened. He had to only lean slightly closer to the ground, catching the scent trail leading him across the forest. It got stronger the longer he went, making a few frantic turns to confuse him, he supposed. But it could not be missed. By the end of another hour the scent was all he could think of. He was salivating, his mouth hung open to get all the scent in. He was almost startled when he finally noticed a movement. Shiny fair skin and flurry of fiery curls. He stalked closer, his eyes refocusing. He tried to make no sound, enjoying the show before him. The omega was a girl, beautiful with head of wild red hair and face of freckles. She looked distracted, her movement languid and sluggish. She whined quietly from time to time. Harry breathed in her scent, his need growing. Unable to wait longer he stood up, revealing himself.
His own scent picked up on intensity as he crooned lowly, the sound with clear message to lure her in. Harry decided, there will be no chasing, if she runs, he will do anything to not go chase her. He will not succumb to it. But he kept on chirping non-threateningly but urgently. The omega girl whipped her head around her eyes going wide, she looked around nervously, shifting her weight, not moving but not running away. Harry moved slowly keeping up the sound, croons and chirps as his fingers itched to touch. She jerked but scented the air. She made her own little sound, high-pitched keens of need. She moved closer, her gaze darting all around but coming back and staying on Harry. Harry smiled, showed his teeth and licked his fangs. She flinched but kept creeping closer, baring her neck.
The moment they touched; the fever came roaring back up. Harry felt his canines descending, itching to bite the delicate skin. They scented each other profusely. Harry buried himself in her neck, licking at the skin there, drunken by the smell. She mewled in his ear as he pushed her to the ground , he could not stop himself, his body burning up with primal lust. His insides on fire. He sucked on the skin, pulling at her hair to get access to more skin. He was hard, he felt it as he descended on the body underneath him, rubbing his pained erection against her exposed tight. Her dress rode up to exposed milky flesh. New scent penetrated the air. Scent of slick, aroused and heavy. Harry was running up to the source, grabbing at the legs to part them. Headfirst to the source, he licked the delicious, exposed folds. Her body shivered, a sound he never heard before escaped the beautiful omega. The noise did not sound painful. He licked again, unable to get enough, the sound continued punctuated by delicate chirps. He continued until the heavenly liquid was running down his chin. His need was already painful. He went up looking at the omega whose eyes were dark pools, her lips gently parted. Harry was overcome by the urge to lick them. They were salty as he explored them with his tongue, he could taste the bitter wine. He hummed as he continued down her face to her neck, taking mouthfuls of flesh in his mouth, not biting. Until she was grabbing at his back pulling him so close he could feel her heartbeat. It felt so right.
He freed his length from the confines of his trousers, pressing it against the wet entrance, the girl keened ,the sound ringing in his ears. He felt sparks travelling up his spine as he pressed deeper and deeper. Harry did not recognize the feeling, but he could not get enough. He sheathed his length in the hot confines completely, a breath punched from his lungs. The fog in his mind clearing suddenly he felt his blood boiling, his head thrumming victoriously.
He moved shallowly but when met with no cries of distress he picked up on speed, the feeling maddening. Harry could think more clearly. As he thrusted he could only think of the girl. He will ask her name, he will take her home, she will be his mate, he will give her pups. He needs to ask her name right after...
He feels her shuddering, he looks up from somewhere on her collarbone to her face, she mewls fearfully, her eyes looking to the site. Harry stills, sniffing the air and growls.
„Hi, there. Intruding? “
Harry looks up to see a set of black eyes, pupils dilated. Tom Riddle before him, his hair stuck to his head and his alabaster skin flushed pink. Otherwise, he looks menacingly calm and collected. Harry growls, his alpha flares up, torn in the unfamiliar situation.
The other alpha approaches, Harry snarls, displaying his teeth. What alpha would go near another one during their mating? Harry´s mind is too clouded to reason with Riddle. All he can do is watch as Tom strides closer. Harry has no other choice but to stop Riddle from advancing. He looks down for a second, noticing the fearful look on the omega´s face. He separates them. Tugging her behind himself. He glances back at Riddle who had not moved, his gaze fiery on Harry.
Harry can smell the arousal on Riddle, burning in his lungs. Harry is not one to fight but his whole body tenses up ready to kill his competition. Harry slumps low on his legs, his claws extending slightly. He is ready to pounce, waiting for the tiniest movement from the dark alpha. But Tom only tilts his head in amusement.
“Oh, don’t worry I did not come for the omega.” He smiles, glancing behind Harry.
“I hope you did not bond yet, well let's see.”
Tom chirps, the sound nothing like his voice, light and merry. Then, he croons, the sound long and inviting, Harry shudders as he feels the unfamiliar vibration. It is not often that alphas witness mating croons of others. Harry snaps his teeth in irritation but feels a movement behind him. The omega stirs and pokes her head up from where she was hiding behind Harry´s back.
“Oh, so you didn’t.” He pauses. “In that case...” Riddle moves quickly, before Harry can raise to his full height, crowding the other alpha. The two males snapped at each other, their growls rising to one another. It was a fight for dominance, if necessary, it will continue with Harry ripping the other man´s throat.
But, in that moment, he hears rustling behind him, Harry turns around only to see the omega scrambling to get away. Harry whines in disbelief. He hears a barked laughter as he snaps back to see Riddle smirking.
“Oh Harry, omegas are quite like that if you don’t bond them immediately, quite disloyal.” He purred.
“The alphas on the other hand...” Harry was then grabbed and thrown to the ground. Before he could get up the other alpha was on top of him pressing his knee between his shoulder blades. Harry dug into the ground, scrambling to get the alpha off, he swiped his clawed hand in the air hitting a flesh. The other male hissed but did not move away only grabbed Harry´s hand and pressed it into the ground. Harry realized how much stronger the other alpha was. The struggle tired him immensely but he could not relent, if the other one planned to kill him, Harry was set to leave his own bloody wounds.
Harry had his head grabbed by the hair and painfully turned. Their eyes met as Harry watched Riddle descend on him. He felt the bite on his skin as Tom broke the skin on his nape. Harry shuddered as his body went limb. The other alpha released his hands. He was turned to face Riddle. The alpha looked pleased as he grabbed the wounded flesh and kneaded it. Harry could not help the whine that escaped him. Riddle leaned closer to Harry´s face.
“You are really pretty for an alpha, really pretty.” Riddle chuckled breathlessly.
He went down to Harry’s neck breathing in the scent there, before he licked a long stripe from Harry's bitten nape to the shell of his ear. Harry grunted disgruntled by the sensation, his body still not listening. It felt so wrong as he breathed the stench of Riddle´s alpha.
“Though, you smell awful, but that should change, too.”
Riddle went back to groping and biting the exposed flesh of Harry´s torso, pressing himself closer and closer. Harry felt Tom´s clothed erection, relentlessly pressing against his legs, grinding purposefully. Was this some shameful ritual Riddle´s clan subjugated their victims to? Harry closed his eyes, able to make only small noises of protest.
Riddle purred on top of him.
„In my village, there are few stories of alphas taking other alphas during mating runs. Through the bond, they made them submit and turn into their mates, their omegas. I didn’t not get the appeal, there was no need for alpha to mate if he did not find himself an omega. Why bother with something so shameful? Riddle stared at Harry, gridding harder as if to make his point obvious.
„But when I saw you... “ he smirked. „I could get behind it.“
Harry´s brows furrowed. No way in hell. The weight of the alpha lifted slightly. Harry watched as the male pulled out his erect cock.
“I only heard stories of how it was done, but I am willing to try it for you.”
He moved his hand up and down his cock in quick motion, looking hungrily at Harry. He came in long spurts, covering Harry. He pressed down pushing the come against Harry skin, smearing it everywhere. He came to Harry´s mouth. Harry snarled as Tom pushed his covered thumb into his mouth, he gaged against it, trying to bite the finger.
“Taste your alpha, Harry.” Riddle ordered before repeating the motion several times, opening his mouth with one hand to push his soiled fingers deeper. Harry could not help the frustrated whimper, Tom was relentless. It took tortuously long but Harry realized that feeling was coming into his hands. He remained unmoving while Tom continued to scent him. He waited for Riddle to be distracted and then pierced his neck with his claws pushing him off violently. He moved to stand when a body was thrown against him, but Harry was prepared and elbowed the alpha in the stomach. Loud roar rang in his ears, he did not hesitate. He sprang to run, only to have his ankle grabbed and pulled. He felt hard, howling in pain. Riddle was there grabbing his neck in a clawed hand, pushing his head into the ground. He struggled but Riddle overpowered him again, Harry knew what was coming covering his nape only to have his hand bitten by the alpha canines punching through the bone and flesh, sinking into his nape. He fought it but once again his body sank to the ground.
“I would advise you to submit to me, if you don’t want your neck snapped.” Riddle growled. Harry grunted as he felt blood pulling down his shoulder, tears soaked the ground as a hand rested on his back, he felt the cold air as the alpha exposed his behind. He felt his thighs being pulled apart. His cheeks grabbed harshly as he felt fingers pushing at his hole.
“I heard it hurts horribly the first time, but your body will get used to it, once you are mine.”
Harry could only shake in horror as he felt the blunt tip of the other´s cock pressing against him. His muscles unyielding, he felt the force of the others thrust. A snarl bloomed neck to his ear as the man moved. His eyes shot open in agony as the length slowly pierce him, his muscles unwilling to part. He screamed, shook his body, begging for it to stop. The length seemed never ending as the man behind him moved slowly, cursing.
Once it was all in, Riddle breathed out, grabbing Harry's hips to pull him up. He slid out slowly, the burn worsening by the moment. He thrusted again; Harry howled.
It continued like this for what felt like eternity. Harry could feel the blood pulling in his insides as they were scraped raw. Riddle´s brutal pace shook Harry to the core, every time he bottomed out. With every movement of his hips, he spoke.
“I will mate you as many times as needed. Take you to my clan, fill you up with my seed until you will take it easily. Until you will take all of me, my seed, knot and pups. I will make you mine, my omega.”
Harry, his voice hoarse from screaming, could not answer. His mind swirling with unbelievable pain. As Riddle´s thrusts picked up in frequency he leaned down, nuzzling against Harry´s hair. He found the heated patch of Harry´s mating gland, behind his ear. As he pushed one last time he bit the delicate flesh, seed spilling inside of Harry. He whined from the overwhelming warmth. Riddle slumped against him pushing them into the ground. Harry felt dizzy as the mark of their bond bled onto his face. He was lost and disoriented as the alpha on top of him resumed his purring, pressing tightly to Harry´s back.
„I think your scent is already sweetening. “ Tom nuzzled into him. Harry felt his body throbbing his head clouded anew. He rasped.
„Alpha?“