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Lycan 22 — werewolf hs

Y/N Y/L/N returns to her hometown, Alsfield, when her father falls ill, only to discover the town hides a dark secret—one protected by the mysterious Harry Styles. As Y/N unravels the town's mysteries, her plans to return to San Francisco are derailed.

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Y/N lay on Harry's bed, her mind racing with the events of the evening. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. Harry lay beside her, his hand entwined with hers, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her skin.

"Thank you for introducing me to your parents" Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence. She turned her head to look at Harry, her eyes searching his for reassurance.

Harry smiled, a warmth in his gaze that made her heart flutter. "I knew they'd love you," he replied. "Mum's been asking about you for weeks, and Dad... well, he's always curious about anyone I bring up in conversation."

Y/N chuckled softly. "I can't believe how kind they were. I was so nervous."

Harry's grip on her hand tightened slightly. "You had nothing to worry about. You're part of this now, part of me. They can see that."

She felt a rush of emotions at his words. Part of him. The thought was both comforting and daunting. Her mind wandered back to dinner, the laughter, the easy conversations, and the warmth of Harry's family. It was so different from what she had known growing up. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine a future where such evenings were a regular occurrence.

"Your mum's story about you as a kid, running around in nothing but a cape, was adorable," Y/N said, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Harry groaned, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "She loves to embarrass me."

"I think all parents do," Y/N said softly, her gaze serious now.

Harry's expression shifted, giving way to something deeper, more profound. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hand. "I still can’t believe I have finally found you”.

They lay in silence for a moment, the weight of their words settling around them. Y/N could feel the pull of sleep tugging at her, but there was still so much she wanted to understand, so many questions she needed answers to.

"Harry," she began hesitantly, "do you think we can talk about meeting with the elders?"

Harry's eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. He took a deep breath, his expression turning serious.

“I’ve already talked to them,” he admitted. “They’re willing to meet you, but they want to go through the binding ceremony first.”

Y/N furrowed her brow, curiosity and apprehension mixing in her eyes. “What’s that?”

Harry sat up slightly, propping himself on one elbow so he could look directly at her. “The binding ceremony is an ancient ritual. It’s where you bind to everyone in the pack, creating a deep, unbreakable connection with each member. If they accept you during the ceremony, you officially become their Luna.”

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. “What happens if they don’t accept me?”

Harry’s gaze softened as he reached out to gently stroke her cheek. “You don’t need to worry about that. They’ve already seen how you’ve handled everything so far, and they trust my judgment. The ceremony is more about formalizing what’s already there.”

“Can you tell me more about it? What will I need to do?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“The ceremony is held in the heart of the forest,” Harry explained. “It’s a sacred place for our pack. You’ll stand before the elders and the pack members, and you’ll pledge your loyalty and commitment to them. In return, they’ll offer their support and protection. It’s a mutual bond. There’s also a physical aspect to it—an exchange of energy that solidifies the bond.”

Y/N nodded slowly, trying to absorb the information. “What does the exchange of energy involve?”

Harry hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “It’s a bit difficult to explain. It’s like sharing a part of your essence with the pack and receiving a part of theirs in return. It can be intense, but it’s also incredibly powerful. It’s what will make you truly one of us.”

Y/N looked into Harry’s eyes, finding strength and reassurance in his gaze. “And you’ll be there with me?”

“Every step of the way,” he promised. “You won’t be alone”.

She took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. “When will the ceremony take place?”

“That is entirely up to you,” Harry replied.

“Can we do it tomorrow?” Y/N asked, her voice filled with determination.

Harry’s face broke into a relieved smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he pulled her into a tight embrace. “I’m so proud of you, pup. You continue to surprise me every day. I’ll talk to the elders tomorrow so we can start preparations for you initiation”

The next day, Harry was the first to wake up. The early morning air was crisp and biting, a thin layer of frost coating the windowpanes. He hated leaving her alone in the warm cocoon of their bed, but he needed to get the day started. As he gently disentangled himself from her embrace, the cold air rushed in, making him shiver. He pulled the blankets up to her chin and gave her mark a tender kiss, whispering, "I’ll be back”

After a quick shower, Harry dressed warmly and headed downstairs. The sky was still a muted gray, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. He had a long day ahead—patrol duty across the territory, a council meeting about the rogue threat, and a discussion with the elders. He also needed to brief Niall on recent events.

Harry stepped out into the front yard of the pack house, where the chilly air was filled with the faint crunch of frost underfoot. The high rank pack members were gathering for their morning jog, their breaths visible in the cold air.

"Good morning," Harry greeted everyone with a nod, his breath forming small clouds. He scanned the crowd and turned to Axel. "Where's Niall?"

Axel, the young omega of the pack, looked around and shrugged. "Sleeping. You know how he is," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips. Despite his youth, Axel was eager to prove himself, and Harry appreciated his dedication.

"I’m right here," came a familiar voice. Niall approached the group, yawning and rubbing his eyes. His disheveled hair and sleepy demeanor brought a chuckle from the pack.

"How come you always expect the worst of me?" Niall asked, a playful grin on his face.

“It’s a habit” As the pack members gathered around, Harry outlined the day's plans—patrol routes, updates on the rogue situation.

The atmosphere was serious yet tinged with a sense of unity and purpose.

After brief discussions and instructions, Harry led the pack on their morning jog through the frost-covered paths of the territory. The cold air invigorated them, their breaths misting in front of them as they moved in sync, a testament to their strength and unity as a pack.

Throughout the morning, Harry's mind was both focused on the tasks at hand and occasionally drifting back to Y/N, hoping she was warm and comfortable back at the pack house.

As the jog came to an end and the pack dispersed to their respective duties, Harry made his way to the council meeting, his mind already racing with strategies and plans to ensure the pack's safety and unity in the face of looming threats.

“I’ll see you two in an hour” With a nod to Axel and Niall, he turned towards the pack house. The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow across the hallway.

Reaching his bedroom door, Harry paused for a moment. His thoughts briefly lingered on Y/N, still nestled in their bed, where a few hours ago they had shared a tender cuddle. He smiled to himself, feeling the warmth of their connection, before even seeing her or entering the room.

He quietly stepped in not wanting to wake her up. Harry could only see the side of her head in the ocean of the comforter. Inside, the room was a blend of Harry’s rugged demeanor and Y/N’s softer touches. A few scatter books on her nightstand spoke of Y/N’s reading habits, while Harry’s worn jacket hung proudly over a chair. He loved that it was no longer only his bedroom, but their bedroom.

Harry left his shoes by the door, not wanting to wake her up. He walked past the bed and to his closet. He chose a fresh set of clothes suitable for the day’s responsibilities, a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater. As he undressed, his gaze wanted to the window, where the distant howl of a wolf pierced the stillness.

Stepping into the shower, he welcomed the sensation of hot water, cascading over him, washing the remnants of the morning’s jog. The steam filled the air, soothing tired muscles and clearing his mind for the challenges ahead.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he emerged from the shower, his reflection in the mirror a stoic reminder of his responsibilities He combed his fingers through his damp hair, dark strands falling into place. “Good morning”

“Good morning” he said to just woken up Y/N who sat on the bed with puffy eyes and messy hair. He had returned to the bedroom in search for boxers and socks.

Y/N groggily rubbed her eyes, struggling to adjust to the early morning light filtering through the curtains. "What time is it?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

"It's barely seven in the morning. You should go back to bed, pup," Harry replied, a small smile playing on his lips. He found it incredibly adorable how confused and dazed she looked, her hair tousled and her eyes half-closed.

Y/N gave him a sleepy pout, but the pet name brought a warm feeling to her chest. "But we're supposed to meet the elders today," she mumbled, trying to shake off her drowsiness.

Harry chuckled softly and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "We still have a few hours before we need to leave. There's plenty of time for you to rest a bit more”.

She sighed, knowing he was right but feeling too anxious to fall back asleep. "I guess I'm just nervous," she admitted, her eyes meeting his.

Harry's expression softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I know. I have a few meetings and I’ll come get you so we can meet up with them”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Alright, I'll try to rest a bit more." She lay back down, feeling the warmth of the blankets and the comfort of Harry's presence next to her.

Harry went into the bathroom and changed out of the towel into his boxers. Even as he got ready, he could still sense her anxiety and stress. Concerned, he returned to the bedroom and lay down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. "I'll stay here with you until you fall back asleep," he murmured against her hair.

She closed her eyes, the steady rhythm of his breathing soothing her frayed nerves. As she drifted back to sleep, she felt a deep sense of security in Harry's arms.

The meetings with the council were always stressful to say the least. Sometimes they frustrated Harry because everyone had an opinion and though their way was the best. However, the investigation towards of the rouge had been in a halt and he needed help figuring out what to do to find the culprit.

"We need to enforce a stricter curfew," one of the council members stated. "We haven't been able to pick up any scent."

"Locking everyone up will just lead to more economic problems," Niall countered. "Businesses are already suffering."

The council room fell silent, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on everyone present. Harry stood at the head of the table, his brows furrowed in thought. He knew both sides had valid points, and the challenge was finding a balance that would protect the town without crippling its economy.

"We need to find a compromise," Harry said finally, his voice calm but firm. "What if we implement a curfew that still allows essential businesses to operate? We can focus our patrols around those areas to ensure safety."

Niall nodded thoughtfully. "That could work. It would allow businesses to continue operating while still maintaining a level of security."

Another council member, a woman with sharp eyes and a stern expression, leaned forward. "We also need to consider increasing our patrol units. If we can't rely on scent alone, we need more eyes and ears on the ground."

Harry agreed. "We'll double the patrols, especially in high-risk areas. We should also consider implementing a community watch program to involve more of our residents in keeping the town safe."

"That sounds like a solid plan," Niall said, his tone more hopeful. "But we need to ensure the community is informed and supportive. Panic will only make things worse."

"I'll handle the communication," Harry assured. "We'll hold a pack meeting to explain the new measures and emphasize the importance of cooperation and vigilance."

The council members nodded in agreement, and Harry felt a sense of determination settle over him. They had a plan, and now it was time to put it into action.

"Niall, arrange the meeting for this evening. Axel, ensure that everything is prepared for it.”

Niall nodded, already reaching for his phone to start coordinating the meeting. Axel gave a quick salute and headed out of the room to take care of the preparations.

"You seem on edge," Agatha, one of the oldest council members and a respected elder, remarked as she approached Harry. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before sitting down beside him.

Harry sighed, rubbing his temples in an attempt to ward off an impending headache. "I just can't believe we don't have a single lead. It's very frustrating."

"It's inevitable to feel helpless in situations like these, Harry," added Cyprus from across the table, his keen eyes observing the conversation.

Agatha's eyes softened with understanding as she looked at Harry. "Frustration is a natural response, especially when the stakes are so high. But remember, patience and perseverance are key. The answers will come, often from the places we least expect."

Cyprus nodded in agreement, leaning forward slightly. "In times like these, it's important to rely on the strength of the pack. Trust in the wisdom of those around you and the instincts that have guided us for generations. Every problem has a solution, even if it's not immediately visible."

Agatha smiled warmly.“And don't forget to take care of yourself. Leadership is a heavy burden, but you mustn't let it consume you. Your well-being is crucial to the pack's strength."

Cyprus added, "Remember that sometimes the best course of action is to step back and look at the situation from a different perspective. Fresh eyes can often see what tired ones cannot."

Harry nodded, taking their advice to heart.

"I'm actually glad you're both here," he said, looking between Agatha and Cyprus. "I've been wanting to talk to you about the binding ceremony."

Agatha and Cyprus exchanged knowing looks before turning their attention back to Harry.

"Of course," Agatha said, her voice gentle. "What is it you wish to discuss?"

Harry took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "With everything that's been happening, I want to ensure that the ceremony goes smoothly. Y/N is understandably nervous, and I want to make sure we're fully prepared."

Cyprus leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "The binding ceremony is a significant event, both for Y/N and the pack. It's natural to feel anxious, but it's also a time of celebration and unity."

Agatha nodded in agreement. "Preparation is key. We'll need to ensure that Y/N understands every step of the process and feels supported throughout. The ceremony isn't just about the ritual; it's about the connection and trust between the Luna and the pack."

Harry felt a wave of gratitude for their understanding and support. "I want to do everything I can to make this a positive experience for her. What can we do to help her feel more at ease?"

Agatha smiled warmly. "We can arrange a small gathering before the ceremony where Y/N can meet with the elders and key members of the pack in a more relaxed setting. This will help her feel more connected and supported."

Harry nodded, feeling more confident. "Thank you. When can the ceremony take place?"

"The pack needs strengthening right now," Agatha replied. "It would be wise to hold the ceremony as soon as possible. Having a Luna will only make us stronger."

Harry considered her words, understanding the urgency. "Alright. Let's arrange for it to happen within the next few days. I'll talk to Y/N and make sure she's prepared."

Agatha smiled approvingly. "Alright. Sound like a plan”.

By the time Harry returned to the pack house, the day had stretched into nightfall, far longer than he had anticipated. The bustling pack house was filled with members bustling about, busy preparing for the upcoming meeting and eagerly awaiting his return.

"There you are," Harry said, spotting Y/N standing by the staircase with Niall and Axel. "I'm so sorry," he apologized, his tone earnest. "I tried my best to make it for lunch, but we had issues with the perimeter and patrol”.

Y/N offered him a tight smile. She had spent the entire day waiting for him, confined to the bedroom with nothing to occupy her thoughts or time. Despite her frustration, she knew that people were watching, and she was determined not to create a scene in front of the pack. Niall had eventually come to fetch her, escorting her downstairs.

Harry sensed her anger, so he simply kissed her forehead before ascending the stairs and positioning himself in front of everyone. From his vantage point, he could see the entire room, and as soon as he caught their attention, they quieted, lowering their heads in respect to their Alpha.

"Good evening," Harry began, his voice carrying through the room. "I hope you're all doing well. I realize this meeting was impromptu and feels rushed, but the information I have to share is extremely important."

"As many of you are aware, last week there was a homicide within our pack. Our trackers have detected an unfamiliar scent that has proven untraceable. In response, the council has decided to implement a stricter curfew without impacting business hours. A detailed list containing business names and their operating hours for the coming weeks has been posted outside. Additionally, you'll find the assigned patrol groups and their designated leaders tasked with safeguarding your clients, businesses, and yourselves”

Whispers and murmurs filled the room, and Harry sensed their rising panic. They were understandably frightened, and he knew their concerns were valid.

"I understand it's a frightening time," Harry reassured them, his voice steady. "We're doing everything we can to track down the person responsible. I won't rest until the rogue is found and held accountable for their actions. But I need your help too. I ask each of you to stay vigilant. Be my eyes and ears when I'm not around. Look out for your neighbors, classmates, and friends."

And that's when they heard a loud, piercing scream that sent shivers down their spines.

The scream echoed through the room like a shockwave, freezing everyone in place. Faces turned pale, eyes widened with fear, and a heavy silence descended, broken only by the pounding of hearts in chests. Each member of the pack felt a chill run down their spine, their minds racing with dread and uncertainty. In that moment, the air seemed thick with tension, as if the very walls held their breath in anticipation of what might come next.

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Vicious 1 || Harry Styles x Mafia

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

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The air inside St. Anthony's Cathedral hung heavy with the scent of incense, a somber melody playing on the organ as mourners dressed in black filed into the pews. The grandeur of the cathedral seemed to amplify the gravity of the occasion—the funeral of the late mob boss, Arthur Francis Styles. The flickering candles cast shadows on the marble pillars, echoing the secrets and sins concealed within the heart of the city.

Amidst the sea of black-clad mourners, a solitary figure stood out—one of sons of the deceased, Harry. His sharp gaze, inherited from his father, scanned the room with a mix of grief and determination. The weight of his heritage rested upon broad shoulders, and the tailored suit he wore could not conceal the burden of responsibility that had been abruptly thrust upon him.

The funeral was a spectacle of contradictions. The cathedral, a symbol of divine sanctity, now played host to the final farewell of a man whose life had been entwined with shadows and whispered alliances. Harry’s eyes swept across the assembly, recognizing familiar faces, each harboring a tale of loyalty or betrayal. As he approached the casket to pay his respects, the gravity of his new role settled on his shoulders like a heavy cloak.

Arthur Styles’ passing had left a void, a vacuum that would inevitably draw power struggles and rivalries. Harry, the heir apparent, found himself at the epicenter of this storm. The funeral served not only as a farewell to his father but as the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter stained with blood, loyalty, and the unspoken code of the Mafia.

As Harry stood in the dimly lit cathedral, he felt the weight of his father's legacy press upon him, and the whispers of the past seemed to echo through the hallowed halls. The mournful hymns played on, but the symphony of the streets would soon drown them out, revealing the true nature of the shadows that lurked within the city's underbelly. The funeral was over, but the legacy of Arthur Styles would live on, casting a long, ominous shadow over Harry’s uncertain future.

Harry observed as his father's supposed friends and family offered their condolences, each reverently kissing the ring that adorned his father's lifeless hand. It was the very same ring around which they had sworn allegiance and loyalty, seeking resolution to their problems.

The wooden bench in front of him felt the weight of a pair of hands settling on its back. The distinctive ring on the third finger of those hands revealed the identity of the person without Harry needing to turn his head.

"Harry," Anthony started, his voice a subdued murmur blending with the somber atmosphere. "I never thought this day would arrive." Anthony, the younger brother of Harry's father, continued, "He appeared to have the capability of outliving all of us."

Harry nodded subtly but chose to keep his silence. His mind was a tumultuous sea of thoughts, and his head felt burdened, almost oppressively heavy. He was acutely aware that the path ahead would be arduous. His father had been grooming him for leadership since he could articulate words. Yet, Harry never anticipated ascending to power without his father by his side.

"Taking the reins of the English Mafia won't be a stroll in the park. Your father maintained a delicate balance, and stepping into his role makes you a target." His uncled warned.

Harry nodded solemnly, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. "I know. But someone always must lead."

Anthony's gaze bore into Harry's, a grave understanding passing between them. "You're right. But brace yourself—old alliances may crumble, and new foes will emerge. The English Mafia is a beast, and maintaining control is a constant struggle."

Harry surveyed the mourners, his gaze lingering on the faces of those present, contemplating the intricate challenges that loomed, he spoke, "I worry the most about the Italians and the Russians. Dad always said that dealing with them required finesse, and I'm not sure we've earned enough goodwill in those circles." The gravity of the situation hung in the air as he acknowledged the potential pitfalls that awaited them in the unpredictable world of the English Mafia.

"You can anticipate the maneuvers of the Italians and Russians, and they don't reside under your roof. Your brother, on the other hand..." A shadow fell over Anthony's countenance. "He's a wildcard, Harry. Young, impressionable, his allegiance might sway. Keep a vigilant eye on him, especially when you make your move. Not everyone in the family will readily embrace the change.”

A furrow deepened on Harry's brow. "You think Silas might turn against us?"

Anthony's response was as measured as the somber atmosphere around them. "In our world, blood doesn't guarantee loyalty. Silas has his own battles, and he might choose a different path."

Harry tightened his jaw, the mere thought of his younger brother betraying him causing his blood to simmer with anger. After their mother's passing, Harry had essentially taken on the role of raising Silas. Harry had played more of a father figure to Silas than Arthur ever did. Their father had shown minimal concern for Harry, the firstborn, which made Silas seem like nothing more than a contingency, a spare kept in reserve in case of some unforeseen tragedy.

Anthony leaned in, his gaze piercing. "I believe you will rule righteously, Harry. But be prepared for anything. The English Mafia is a game where pieces move without warning, and the stakes are higher than you can fathom." With that, he offered a reassuring pat on the back, bidding Harry farewell.

Harry bided his time, waiting patiently for the crowd to disperse, before rising from his seat. Straightening his suit blazer and fixing his tie, he approached the casket at the cathedral's end—the final resting place of his father. The familiarity of the suit caught Harry's eye, a garment he had seen his father wear countless times. A small blood stain near the boot of the pants, a detail his mother had frequently lamented, marked the attire. Suppressing a smile, Harry noted the irony that his father had been laid to rest in the suit his mother detested.

Leaning down, Harry whispered into his father's ear, "Omnes sumus peccatores," before deftly sliding the ring off his father's finger.

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A few days had passed since Harry's raid on Augusto's house, and his recovery was going well. The doctor had restitched his wounds after his encounter with Y/N, and the healing was progressing smoothly. Giana was also adjusting to her new life. At first, it felt strange for her—she had spent so long living by strict schedules and orders that the freedom she now had seemed unfamiliar, almost unsettling. But slowly, she was beginning to settle in.

“Right. Is there anything else due?” Harry asked, the night was thick with tension as Harry sat behind his large mahogany desk, the glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. His trusted men, Lex and Charlie, stood nearby, their faces hard with the seriousness of the situation. A few other men lingered in the room, their eyes darting toward the door every so often, their hands hovering close to their weapons. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, but Harry remained calm, his sharp gaze fixed on the documents spread before him.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and one of his guards entered, cradling a small, wrapped box in his hands. The guard's face was pale, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and uncertainty. He approached Harry’s desk cautiously, holding the box out as if it were a live bomb.

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the package. There was no mistaking it—this was from Augusto. The wrapping was impeccable, a deep red ribbon tied into a neat bow, but the intent behind it was anything but innocent.

“Boss, this just arrived,” the guard said, his voice trembling slightly.

Harry nodded, his expression unreadable as he reached for the box. He could feel the eyes of his men on him, their tension palpable. Augusto’s reach was long, and his threats were never empty. Harry had known this day would come, the day when Augusto would retaliate for the audacious act of taking Gina.

As Harry began to untie the ribbon, Lex stepped forward, his voice laced with concern. “You know what this is. He’s trying to rattle you.”

“I know,” Harry replied calmly, continuing to unwrap the package with deliberate care. He could feel the weight of the moment, the significance of whatever lay inside. This wasn’t just a message—it was a declaration.

When he lifted the lid, his breath caught in his throat. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, lay a delicate necklace. It was simple, yet Harry recognized it immediately. He had seen Y/N wear it once, years ago, when they had first been introduced. They had both been much younger then, their worlds not yet as intertwined in the web of power and danger that now surrounded them. The memory of her wearing it, her youthful smile, flashed through his mind like a ghost from a past that felt almost unreachable.

But it wasn’t just the necklace. Next to it was a photograph, slightly crumpled, as if it had been handled roughly. Harry’s heart sank as he stared at the image—Y/N, asleep in her bed, her face peaceful, unaware of the eyes that had been on her. He recognized the room immediately; it was taken inside his house, and the pajamas she wore were the same ones she had worn just a few nights ago. The intimacy of the photo, the sheer audacity of taking it, filled him with a cold, seething rage.

Charlie was the first to speak, his voice low and furious. “That sick bastard… They’ve been inside the house.”

Lex’s expression darkened as he leaned in, studying the photo over Harry’s shoulder. “He knows where to hit you.”

Harry’s grip tightened on the box, his knuckles white with the effort to keep his anger in check. Augusto wasn’t just sending a threat; he was proving that he could reach the one person Harry cared about most. The message couldn’t be clearer: Augusto knew Y/N was Harry’s weakness, and he was willing to exploit it without mercy.

But Harry wasn’t about to let Augusto see him falter. He forced himself to breathe, to think clearly. Reacting out of anger would play right into Augusto’s hands.

“He’s trying to bait me,” Harry said, his voice steely despite the storm raging inside him. “But I’m not taking it.”

Lex nodded, his eyes hard. “What’s the plan, then?”

Harry closed the box with a deliberate motion, setting it aside as he rose from his chair. His men straightened, ready for his orders. The rage in his chest had cooled into something more dangerous—determination.

“We fortify the house,” Harry ordered, his voice commanding. “Double the guards, and I want eyes on every corner. Y/N isn’t to be left alone for a second.”

Harry’s eyes lingered on the closed box for a moment longer, the weight of its contents pressing heavily on his mind. He forced himself to exhale slowly, pushing down the fury that threatened to consume him. As his men prepared to leave, he raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks.

“One more thing,” he said, his voice cold and measured. The tension in the room thickened as they turned back to face him. “This doesn’t get back to Y/N. Not a word of it.”

Lex exchanged a concerned glance with Charlie, both of them understanding the gravity of the situation. Harry wasn’t one to hide things from Y/N—at least, not when it came to her safety. But the look in his eyes made it clear that this time was different.

“Boss, are you sure?” Lex asked carefully, his voice tinged with hesitation. “She has a right to know. If Augusto’s getting this close—”

“I said no,” Harry cut in, his tone sharp. His gaze was hard, leaving no room for argument. “She’s got enough on her mind with the wedding coming up. The last thing she needs is more to worry about.”

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, clearly uneasy with the decision. “But if she finds out on her own—”

“She won’t,” Harry interrupted, his voice firm. “And she won’t have to. We’re handling this. Keep it quiet, and make sure nothing slips through the cracks.”

His men nodded, though their expressions betrayed their concern. They knew Harry was right—Y/N didn’t need to be burdened with this, not now. But they could also see the toll it was taking on him. Harry might be acting as if he wasn’t worried, but the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw, told a different story.

As they turned to leave, Harry’s voice stopped them once more. “And one more thing—keep your distance from her. If she asks why, tell her it’s just business. We can’t afford any slip-ups.”

There was a brief pause before Lex and Charlie nodded in understanding. They could see that this wasn’t just about protecting Y/N—it was about keeping Harry from unraveling. The coldness in his voice, the distance in his eyes, were signs that he was already slipping into a darker place, one where his emotions were tightly locked away.

“Understood, Boss,” Lex said quietly, before leading the others out of the room.

Once the door closed, the silence in the office was almost suffocating. Harry stood still for a moment, staring at the spot where the box had been. He clenched his fists, trying to push away the images of Y/N’s peaceful face in that photo, the necklace she once wore with such innocent pride. The thought of Augusto’s hands being anywhere near her sent a shiver down his spine, one that he couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he tried.

The living room of the manor was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and vanilla, a comforting contrast to the tension that had settled over the house in recent days. Y/N sat on the plush sofa, her gaze fixed on the assortment of cakes laid out before her on the coffee table. Beside her, Gina sat with a soft smile, her presence a rare source of calm amidst the whirlwind of wedding preparations.

The wedding was fast approaching, and while there was still so much to figure out, today’s task was a welcome distraction. Y/N had been looking forward to this—taste testing the cakes, deciding on the perfect one to serve on her big day. It was a small moment of normalcy, one that allowed her to focus on the joy that the wedding should bring, rather than the worries that loomed over her.

“So,” Gina said, picking up a fork and eyeing the first slice of cake with playful seriousness. “Are we starting with the classic vanilla or the chocolate hazelnut?”

Y/N smiled, her heart warming at the sight of her best friend’s playful demeanor. Gina had been through so much, yet she was here, helping Y/N prepare for one of the most important days of her life. It was a reminder of why they had done what they did—why Harry had taken such risks to save her.

“Let’s start with the vanilla,” Y/N decided, reaching for her fork. “Might as well go traditional first.”

They both took a bite, savoring the delicate flavor. The vanilla was rich and smooth, with just the right amount of sweetness. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, trying to imagine how it would taste on the wedding day, shared with Harry under the gaze of their families and friends.

“It’s good,” Gina said thoughtfully, “but maybe a bit too plain for you two. You need something with more... character.”

Y/N laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s nice, but I want something that stands out.”

They moved on to the next cake, a decadent chocolate hazelnut with layers of ganache and a hint of espresso. Y/N’s eyes lit up as she tasted it, the rich flavors dancing on her tongue.

“Now this,” she said with a grin, “this is something special.”

Gina nodded enthusiastically, taking another bite. “Definitely. It’s bold, but not overpowering. It feels... luxurious.”

As Y/N and Gina continued to debate over the remaining cakes, the warmth of their conversation was briefly interrupted by a glimpse of movement in the hallway. Y/N glanced up just in time to see Harry walking past the living room with Lex, Charlie, and a few of his other men in tow. His expression was stern, focused, the weight of responsibility evident in the way his shoulders carried themselves. But there was something else, something deeper that Y/N had noticed in him recently—a distance, a coldness that hadn’t been there before.

Without thinking, Y/N called out to him. “Harry! Wait a second.”

Harry paused mid-step, turning his head to look at her. His eyes softened slightly when they met hers, but the guarded expression remained. He took a step closer to the doorway, his men halting behind him.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice even, betraying none of the turmoil that Y/N could sense beneath the surface.

Y/N gestured to the table filled with cakes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “We’re trying to pick out the wedding cake, and I could use your opinion. After all, it is your wedding too.”

Harry’s brow furrowed slightly, and he shook his head. “I’m sure whatever you choose will be perfect. I’ve got some business to take care of.”

Y/N wasn’t ready to let him go that easily. There was something about the way he was pulling away lately that gnawed at her, and she wanted—needed—to bridge that gap, even if just for a moment. She set down her fork and walked over to him, her smile growing softer, more coaxing.

“Please, Harry,” she said, her voice gentle as she looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “Just a quick taste. I want to know what you think.”

Harry’s resolve wavered, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement as he looked at her. He tried to hold onto his stern demeanor, but Y/N’s doe eyes were his undoing. He couldn’t help but feel a crack in the icy wall he had built around himself. Despite everything weighing on him, he could never resist her when she looked at him like that.

Gina, watching the exchange from her spot on the sofa, noticed the slight twitch at the corner of Harry’s mouth—a smile he was clearly trying to suppress. She smirked to herself, understanding all too well the effect Y/N had on him.

“Alright,” Harry finally relented, a resigned sigh escaping his lips as he stepped fully into the living room. “But just a quick one.”

Y/N’s face lit up with triumph, and she quickly guided him to the coffee table where the remaining cakes were laid out. Gina moved aside to give him space, a knowing smile still playing on her lips.

“Okay,” Y/N said excitedly, picking up a fork and handing it to him. “We’ve narrowed it down to two—this one is a chocolate hazelnut with a hint of espresso, and the other is a raspberry champagne with vanilla cream. I’m leaning toward the chocolate, but I want to know what you think.”

Harry took the fork, his expression serious as he studied the two slices of cake in front of him. He glanced at Y/N, her eager expression making him feel a warmth that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in days. With a slight shake of his head—more at himself than anything else—he dug into the first slice.

The rich taste of chocolate hazelnut filled his mouth, the flavors perfectly balanced. He chewed thoughtfully, then moved on to the second slice, the tartness of the raspberry mingling with the sweetness of the champagne and vanilla cream. Both were excellent, but one stood out more.

He swallowed, then looked at Y/N, who was watching him with bated breath. “They’re both good, but the chocolate hazelnut is the one,” he said, nodding slightly as he made his decision. “It’s got that something special.”

Y/N beamed, clearly delighted with his choice. “Good”.

Harry couldn’t help the slight smile that tugged at his lips at her words, though he quickly tried to mask it by handing the fork back to her. Gina, ever observant, caught the momentary softness in his expression and filed it away with a satisfied smile of her own.

Harry gave her a brief nod, his smile fading back into his more guarded expression. “Glad I could help. But now I really do need to get back to work.”

With one last look at her, Harry turned and headed back toward the hallway, his men falling into step behind him. Y/N watched him go, a mixture of satisfaction and worry swirling in her chest. She had won him over, if only for a moment, but the lingering coldness in his demeanor reminded her that something was off.

Gina, sensing Y/N’s unease, reached out and squeezed her hand. “You’ll get through to him,” she said reassuringly. “He’s just got a lot on his plate right now.”

Y/N nodded, though her heart still ached with the desire to reach him, to break through whatever walls he was building between them. “I know,” she said softly. “I just wish he’d let me in.”

As the sound of Harry’s footsteps faded down the hall, Y/N turned back to the table, her thoughts still with him. The wedding was fast approaching, and while they had just settled on the cake, she knew there was much more that needed to be figured out—not just for the wedding, but for the two of them.

A few days had passed since the cake tasting, and the sense of unease that Y/N couldn’t quite shake had only grown stronger. Harry was distant, more so than usual, and though she tried to focus on the wedding preparations, her thoughts kept drifting back to the coldness she felt from him.

Late one afternoon, Y/N’s phone rang, the name on the screen stopping her in her tracks: Federico. Her father rarely called, and when he did, it was never without an agenda. With a mix of irritation and resignation, she answered.

“What do you want?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.

“Is that how you greet your father?” Federico’s voice was smooth, but there was a familiar edge to it that made Y/N’s stomach tighten. “I’ve been thinking, with the wedding approaching, it’s time we discussed the details. I want to make sure everything is in order.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, knowing better than to believe this was about the wedding. “Everything’s fine. I’ve got it under control.”

“Clearly, you don’t,” Federico replied, his voice dripping with condescension. “Meet me at home. There are things we need to discuss. Important things.”

Y/N’s grip on the phone tightened. The old estate—a place that had never felt like home, no matter how lavish it was. It was a place of cold memories, of power and control. She hadn’t been there in years, and the thought of going back now filled her with dread. But she knew better than to refuse him.

“Fine,” she said, her voice devoid of warmth. “I’ll be there.”

Federico didn’t bother with pleasantries before hanging up, leaving Y/N with a hollow feeling in her chest. She knew what this was—a power play. He was reminding her of her place, of the control he still wielded over her life. But she wasn’t the scared little girl she once was. Not anymore.

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Enticing 51 — harry ceo

Harry, a private billionaire and devoted father, hires Y/N as his son's nanny. Her kindness stirs unexpected feelings. Will love overcome his guarded life, a jealous girlfriend, and the mystery of Oliver's mother?

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**THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT**

In the initial days, they embraced the serenity of the island, spending their time by the beach, sipping fruity drinks, and basking under the sun to achieve that perfect tan. Each passing day felt like a dream, with the incredible food, breathtaking views, and the warmth of the people adding to the enchantment. Y/N couldn't help but fantasize about making a permanent move to the island. Life there exuded a tranquil charm, with a laid-back pace that seemed to prevail. The locals appeared untouched by the usual rush and stress associated with money, work, or the chaos of city life. It was a lifestyle she found herself yearning for.

“I thought you had felt” Harry said, surprising her as he observed her ascending the staircase leading to the ocean from the back of their hotel room. His hand instinctively pressed against his left chest, a brief moment of panic seizing him as he woke up to find the bed empty.

“I went for a swim. My hips were aching a bit” she explained, twisting her hair to wring out the water.

"You look utterly delectable," he remarked, his gaze lingering on her bathing suit-clad figure. The tantalizing allure of her skin didn't escape his notice, and he couldn't help but express his desire for her in the moment.

"Stop," she smiled, her cheeks warming, not just from the slight sunburn but also from his straightforward comments.

"What?" he asked, closing the distance between them. His hands gently rested on her hips, preventing her from escaping. "Don't make me spell it out for you. You know I want you," Harry declared. Despite just waking up, his desire for her was immediate. He had hoped to have her first thing in the morning, but her swim had interrupted his dreams. “Let me have you right here”.

His lips found the side of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that originated from her mouth.

"People can see," she groaned, feeling the hardness of his desire against her core, a sensation that had always intrigued and somewhat bewildered her. Y/N couldn't fully fathom how intensely he desired her. "H?" she called out, attempting to slow down his exploration of her skin.

"Are you serious?" Harry questioned, pulling away. "Do you really want me to stop?" Y/N bit her lip, her eyes opening to gaze at the horizon, trying to avoid the sun's blinding rays.

"I just feel huge," Y/N confessed, attempting to articulate her feelings. While she desired him too, a sense of self-consciousness about her body and the thought of being observed by others made her nervous. Harry furrowed his brow and stepped back, unwilling to pressure her into anything she wasn't comfortable with. He might have to deal with a bit of frustration, but he refused to impose anything on her.

"Alright," he said, offering her a small smile. "How about breakfast?"

Y/N suddenly felt a twinge of guilt as soon as he disappeared back into their suite. She knew it wasn't his intention to evoke any particular feelings in her. After all, they were on vacation, and the likelihood of encountering the same people from the hotel was slim. Nervously glancing around, she noted that it was early, and only a few other decks had their sliding doors opened. Her gaze then dropped to her feet, noticing how her wet hair left droplets on the deck, preventing her feet from burning. Looking down, she could barely see her toes, her stomach now big and round. Y/N didn't feel particularly attractive, but she had never been one to take risks, especially when it came to matters of intimacy. She was coy and reserved, while Harry was daring, consistently pushing her boundaries and patiently guiding her into exploring new realms of pleasure.

As Y/N stood there, she couldn't help but marvel at the unique circumstances of her life. When else would she find herself in her twenties, expecting a child, and with the love of her life on a picturesque island, begging to make love to her?

Y/N was determined to change the narrative this time. Beneath her usual self-doubt, she craved to reveal the confidence within.

"Harry?" she called out, prepared to embrace this new challenge, eager to showcase a different facet of herself.

"Do you fancy some room service, or are you up for heading out?" Harry responded, seemingly oblivious to the decision that she had taken.

"Can you please come here?" she blurted out abruptly, leaving no room for self-doubt. Y/N was determined to act swiftly, not allowing herself the luxury of second thoughts.

"I'm getting ready, darlin'—"

"Harry!" she interrupted, hearing his quick footsteps against the cold tile within the suite. His head popped out shortly after.

"Are you alright?"

"Let's do it," Y/N nodded as she stood before him, a sudden determination in her eyes. "I want you." Harry frowned, taken aback by the sudden change of thought.

"What?"

"What? Are you going to keep asking questions, or are you going to have me?" Y/N asked, swiftly untying the sides of her white bikini bottoms. “On your knees” She demanded.

Harry was in utter shock. He had barely finished washing his face and teeth when she had yelled out for him. He had always loved how submissive she was to him and how she would beg for him and do whatever he asked of her. However, this side of her had him feeling different things. The last thing that he had expected was for her to bare herself to him.

Without taking his eyes off her, he walked up to her and kneel on front of her.

“All I have been thinking about is how good it would feel to have your head between my legs” She revealed as Harry position himself just to have her as his first meal of the day.

It didn’t take long before Harry allowed himself to submerge himself in the dutiful task of eating her out. He had always been a good student and had never settled for mediocrity. Therefore, Harry wasn’t going to stop until he made her cum.

“Harry” she moaned; her head dropped back as the hot sun burned her skin.

As soon as his tongue came in contact with her, shivers spread down her back. She used her forearms as leverage against the railing of the wooden deck as Harry lifted one of her legs over his shoulder for better access. He kept a tight grip on her thighs, which were going to leave bruises on her, but she didn’t care. She was too enveloped in the pleasure that she was experiencing that it was the least of her worries.

Harry’s left hand rose and parted her lips, as he licked and sucked her most intimate place.

“I am going to cum if you don’t stop” She cried out, as she grabbed a fistful of his hair. Harry pulled away and smiled up at her before using his fingers knowing that she was close. It wasn’t long until she was crumbling over him, and her legs were giving out as he cleaned her up with his tongue.

Harry held her close and sat her on his lap as he allowed her to compose herself again. He softly kissed her shoulder as she hid her face in the crook of his neck feeling the aftershocks that ran through her entire body.

“I hope you don’t think this is over” He murmured into her ear after kissing her lips. Y/N could still taste herself on him. “Get up. In the bedroom” Harry said as he helped her up and lead her into the bedroom. He would have preferred having her right away, but he could tell that she was burning from the hot sun. She was also pregnant and didn’t want her to overheat.

“I would grab to something tightly” He warned as he watched her leaned over the bed. It was the most confortable position for Y/N. Harry enjoyed it because the view was excepcional. His knee came between her knees as he spread her legs. His hands gripped her hips, and he slowly dove into her with much care not wanting to hurt her in any way.

The pleasure was instant. It didn’t last long, but Y/N didn’t mind. She was exhausted by the time that Harry had reached his climax. He hadn’t had last long one because of the fact that he had enjoyed the previous act too much. A few more minutes and he would had cum in his shorts.

“I love you” He whispered to her as he threw his body beside her. Harry gave her a quick kiss not wanting to disturb her well deserved sleep.

Y/N woke up feeling disoriented, her stomach growling with hunger and her body deliciously aching. The room was empty, and a note from Harry awaited her, suggesting they meet at their favorite restaurant. She dressed in a sun dress, pulling her hair into a bun before heading downstairs.

The night air was slightly chilly, but the cool sea breeze felt refreshing against her sun-kissed skin. Y/N had definitely gotten a bit burned, especially on her cheeks and shoulders. She found it cute, though not uncomfortably so, as long as she could comfortably lounge in bed.

Harry sat at a table, wearing a vibrant, unbuttoned shirt that showcased the last two buttons. His slightly damp hair indicated a recent appearance. He hadn't shaved yet, but the hint of a mustache and beard only added to his attractiveness.

"Hi, baby," Y/N greeted him with a kiss before taking her seat. "What's that?" she asked, eyeing his bright pink drink.

"It's a virgin daiquiri. Do you want to try?" Harry asked, sliding the drink toward her. "How'd you sleep?" he inquired with a playful smile.

"Good," she responded with a smile after taking a sip of his drink. "I needed it. I was drained," Y/N added, "I feel like a new woman." Harry chuckled softly before leaning over, giving her another kiss as he held her hand under the table, gently rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “I was thinking of pasta tonight” Y/N shared as she looked though the menu.

"I called your mom. She said everything is fine, and that Oliver had developed a certain attachment toward her," Harry shared, glancing around the beachside restaurant where they were seated.

"Well, that's good! Is Delilah behaving?" Y/N's attention remained on the menu, the soft sound of the ocean waves creating a soothing backdrop.

"I didn't ask, but I'm guessing she is because she seemed very calm," Harry responded, though a thread of worry lingered in his words. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened with your sister? And why you're not close?"

Y/N shrugged, trying to maintain focus on the menu, the aroma of grilled seafood wafting through the air. The restaurant, with its open-air design, allowed a view of the turquoise waters and the sun beginning its descent.

"It's all very silly," she said dismissively, but Harry sensed the weight behind her words. He had never pressed her for an explanation, but he could see how much it affected her and her family. "Really, it's not that important," she whispered, as if trying to convince herself more than him.

The air turned eerily quiet, prompting Y/N to lift her gaze from the menu to discover the source of Harry's sudden silence. His eyes bore a sympathetic expression, a silent invitation for her to share whatever weighed on her mind. Though he didn't want to pry, Harry understood the importance of her finding an outlet. He desired to be that supportive presence, the one she could lean on.

"Fine," she sighed audibly, the tension in her shoulders releasing slightly. "I'll need one of those fruity drinks and the stuffed mushrooms." Harry chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and swiftly placed the order. As the waiter departed, Y/N began recounting the difficult day and the intense argument that had kept her distanced from her mother for almost three years.

"No wonder." As she concluded her narrative, their appetizers had vanished, and a second round of drinks graced their table. The cozy restaurant, bathed in warm, ambient light, offered a refuge from the outside world. The air carried the delightful aroma of various dishes being prepared in the kitchen, creating an atmosphere that blended intimacy with culinary delight. "Now I get all the screaming."

"I want to move on. I don't want to continue revisiting, but she is making it so hard," Y/N confessed, a frown marring her features. The flickering candle on their table cast shadows, accentuating the emotions playing on her face. Her desire to rebuild a positive relationship with her sister was clear, yet she stood firm against allowing Delilah to undermine or diminish her in any way.

Harry empathized; while he'd encountered challenges with Gemma, they never reached the scale of Y/N's family struggles. "I just think you need to let her vent, darlin'. It seems like she still has a lot to say." Y/N pursed her lips, her hands tenderly cradling her pregnant belly as they navigated the delicate terrain of family complexities. The gentle hum of conversation and clinking of cutlery provided a comforting backdrop to their heartfelt discussion.

“I guess you are right. I want to fix it before she gets here.” Dinner was served quickly after as they started discussing the logistics of moving into the new place.

Harry couldn't shake off the excitement and nervousness that had been building up inside him all day. He had meticulously rehearsed the words in his mind, making sure it would be perfect.

The evening unfolded beautifully. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky. Soft candlelight illuminated their table, creating an intimate ambiance. As they sipped their fruity drinks and enjoyed their meals, Harry felt the time was right.

With a deep breath, he reached into his pocket for the small red box that held the engagement ring. Just as he was about to speak those life-changing words, an obnoxious voice shattered the romantic atmosphere.

"Well, isn't this just a picture-perfect moment!" It was Paige, the woman from the neighboring table, her loud voice cutting through the serene sounds of the waves. David, her husband, chuckled awkwardly beside her.

Harry's heart sank, and he exchanged an annoyed glance with Y/N. Paige and David, oblivious to the weight of the situation, pulled up chairs without invitation and settled in, seemingly determined to hijack the romantic dinner.

"So, how was your day? We saw you yesterday snorkeling. Is it worth it?" Paige asked, oblivious to the awkward tension enveloping the couple.

Harry, trying to maintain composure, mumbled something about a special night. Meanwhile, Y/N shot him an apologetic look, understanding that his plans were derailed by this unexpected intrusion.

As Paige continued to regale them with mundane stories and David sipped his drink, Harry struggled to find an opportune moment to salvage his proposal. The romantic air that had surrounded them moments ago now felt tainted by the uninvited guests.

Finally, as dessert arrived, Harry made eye contact with Y/N, silently conveying his disappointment and determination to make this right. Despite the unwelcome interruption, he was determined to turn the night around and make their engagement memorable, even if it meant finding a quieter spot away from Paige and David's intrusion.

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Y/N and Delilah's relationship had once been close and unstrained. They shared a tight bond growing up, and even when Y/N went off to college, they remained connected. Y/N would frequently pick up Delilah, and they would spend time together in the city, especially when Elizabeth, their mother, was occupied. However, the dynamics shifted dramatically during a Christmas break when Y/N stayed over for the holidays.

On a particular day, Y/N woke up later than usual, unconcerned due to being on vacation. Initially, the house felt empty, with her mother leaving a note in the kitchen explaining that she had gone out to handle something at the office. The note also requested Y/N to wake up Delilah if she was still in bed and to start defrosting the chicken for Christmas dinner.

She followed her words with precision, fetching the chicken and arranging it on a tray before ascending the stairs to awaken Delilah. As she approached Delilah's door down the hallway, the sound of giggling reached her ears, indicating that Delilah was already awake. Nonetheless, Y/N proceeded to enter her room. Since childhood, it had been a customary practice for either of them to join the other in bed upon waking, sharing a moment to cuddle and watch a show.

However, everything took a stark turn when Y/N walked into Delilah's room only to find her engaged in drug use with her boyfriend. It wasn’t marijuana, but Y/N could tell that they were doing pills and cocaine for the tiny residue of white powder on her nightstand.

Y/N was furious, unable to believe what her eyes had witnessed. Swiftly, she ushered Delilah's boyfriend out of the house, delivering stern words to her sister. Despite Y/N's attempt to approach the situation with politeness and understanding, Delilah's primary concern was the potential revelation to their mother. It was clear – Y/N had to inform their mother, Elizabeth, to put a stop to the escalating situation.

Without a second thought, Y/N disclosed everything when her mother arrived through the front door. However, Elizabeth's unexpected reaction caught Y/N off guard. She vehemently denied every allegation, as if she had witnessed the entire incident firsthand.

In a state of denial, Elizabeth refused to believe Y/N's account. To her, Delilah, though not perfect, had been raised in the same manner as Y/N. The accusations seemed like a fabrication.

As tensions escalated with everyone shouting, Y/N pointed out that Elizabeth's leniency toward Delilah was a ticking time bomb. This declaration led to Y/N being expelled from the house, a decision she agreed with for the best.

Months later, Elizabeth received a call from the school reporting that Delilah had passed out due to drugs found in her system. Faced with the possibility of her daughter being expelled and the embarrassment of a doctor's visit, Elizabeth took drastic measures. She forbade Delilah from seeing her boyfriend and imposed stricter rules.

"You get to live here with your boyfriend while I'm not allowed to see mine. How is that fair?" Delilah cried in front of both her mother and sister.

"My boyfriend doesn't use drugs, Delilah. It's as simple as that," she calmly stated, her hands gently caressing her tummy.

"That's bullshit! I should have a say in who I can date or not. Both of you are just assholes," she shouted, tears streaming down her face. Elizabeth, about to respond, was interrupted by Y/N, who pressed her hand against Delilah's shoulder.

"Calm down. This isn't your home and stop yelling at us. When you turn eighteen, you are free to do whatever you please. If you want to leave home and move in with him, then go ahead; we won't stop you. You are still seventeen and under Mom's guardianship. Grow up," Y/N dryly said, tired of the conversation already. She felt like she was talking to a wall.

"Now, go to sleep," Elizabeth added, earning a slamming door to their faces. "I am sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to cause trouble or bring it into your home."

"Mom, this has nothing to do with you. She is just being a brat. Eventually, she'll realize that what we did was just to help her and with the best intentions." Elizabeth nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt embarrassed, and it was a relief to finally have someone on her side after more than a year of constant struggle. "Now, get some sleep. I love you," Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her head.

The journey to Anguilla proved to be quite arduous, especially for Y/N, who, being pregnant, found the nearly five-hour flight exceptionally uncomfortable. However, as soon as they set foot on Anguilla, the exhaustion seemed to dissipate in the face of the island's breathtaking beauty.

Anguilla, cradled in the warm embrace of the Eastern Caribbean, mesmerized with its awe-inspiring charm. Endless stretches of pristine white-sand beaches unfolded, caressed by the gentle touch of the turquoise Caribbean Sea. Palms swayed gracefully in the balmy breeze, orchestrating a natural symphony in the serene surroundings. Beneath the crystal-clear waters, vibrant coral reefs beckoned for exploration, revealing a mesmerizing array of marine life. Quaint villages dotted the landscape, their colorful buildings adorned with bougainvillea, creating a postcard-worthy scene against the azure sky.

Y/N successfully persuaded Harry to opt for a resort instead of renting out an extravagant mansion for their week-long babymoon. She even convinced him to choose a regular suite over a presidential one. Initially resistant, Harry relented when Y/N expressed her desire for a tranquil and ordinary babymoon, and he, in his eagerness to give her the world, agreed to her wishes.

"Thank you for choosing to stay with us, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. We're delighted to have you here, and we hope you thoroughly enjoy your time," the receptionist warmly greeted them, handing over their electronic keys. Harry offered a quiet acknowledgment before intertwining their hands, leading Y/N towards the elevators.

As the elevator doors closed, sealing them in a private moment, Y/N couldn't help but question the unexpected title bestowed upon her. "Mrs. Styles? Really?" she queried, her curiosity peeking through. It marked the first time she had been addressed as such, and she pondered whether it was a deliberate decision by the receptionist or an innocent oversight. The realization struck her—she liked the sound of it, even though they weren't married or engaged. It carried a certain charm that resonated within her.

"What?" Harry responded, arching his eyebrow with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. A nonchalant shrug followed. "I didn't feel like correcting the man. He was just doing his job."

Y/N couldn't help but tease him, "You usually love correcting people. What's different about this scene?" Harry chuckled, shaking his head at her. "Was it intentional or a mistake?"

"Don't worry about it," Harry reassured her, sealing his response with a kiss on the top of her head and a brief peck on her lips just as the elevator doors opened to reveal their floor. "I'm starving. Let's grab some food and head to the beach."

After a quick shower to refresh themselves, Y/N and Harry headed down to the restaurant. Y/N had chosen a white bikini beneath a sandy-colored beach dress, her hair pulled up into a bun to combat the effects of the hot weather. Harry opted for a loose button-down shirt and swim trunks.

As they settled at a table overlooking the ocean, the cool breeze from the sea kept them refreshed. Y/N perused the menu, sharing, "I'm craving a cold fruity drink. The Benedict eggs sound good." When met with silence, she looked up to find Harry gazing at her with an affectionate expression.

"What?" she inquired, lifting her sunglasses so their eyes could connect.

"Nothing. I just love you endlessly," Harry confessed, his gaze lingering. "And you're glowing with your pregnancy."

Nervously, Y/N ran a hand across her pregnant tummy, savoring the habitual connection with her unborn daughter. The gentle movements beneath her fingers served as a comforting anchor, grounding her in the reality of impending motherhood. The uncertainty of what kind of parent she would be lingered in her thoughts. Y/N desired a close relationship with her daughter yet also envisioned instilling the same discipline her father, Harry, embodied.

"I'm nervous. What if she doesn't like me?" Y/N candidly shared her doubts. "What if she hates me and dreads coming home for the holidays because she can't stand me?"

"Darlin', she hasn't even been born. I'm sure she's going to love you just like Oliver does," Harry reassured, a warm smile lighting up his face. "And trust me, nothing can be worse than my parents, and you're nothing like them." He chuckled, attempting to alleviate her concerns with humor.

Before Y/N could utter a word, a disinterested waitress approached to take their order.

"Room number?" The young woman mechanically recited; her lack of enthusiasm evident. Harry exchanged a glance with Y/N, both sensing her disinterest, though neither chose to comment.

"805," Harry replied, "We'd like one watermelon juice, one mango juice, eggs benedict, and French toasts, please."

The waitress, seemingly uninterested until now, finally glanced up from her notepad as she reached for the menus. It was at that moment she noticed Harry.

"Oh, hi!" she exclaimed, instantly drawn to his charm. Harry, unaware of her attraction, offered a kind smile. "Would you like the juices turned into cocktails?"

"I wouldn't," Y/N interjected, feeling uncomfortable with the waitress's persistent gaze.

"Neither would I. I'll be supportive of you," Harry added, emphasizing his decision not to drink in solidarity with Y/N during her pregnancy. He wanted to ensure she didn't feel left out when others enjoyed a drink by the beach.

"Supporting who?" The waitress bluntly asked, catching the couple off guard with her straightforwardness.

"To me. His pregnant girlfriend," Y/N replied with a tinge of bitterness, finally prompting the waitress to acknowledge her presence.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I'll be back with your order," she responded, her gaze momentarily shifting to her stomach before returning to Y/N's displeased expression.

"Look at you marking territory," Harry playfully pointed out, observing the unexpected assertiveness. "I've never seen you so aggressive."

"Shut up," Y/N quickly retorted, putting an end to his teasing. "She was literally asking for it. Kept looking at you as if you were naked." Harry burst into laughter as she continued to pout.

"She is quite perky, isn't she?" The woman from the couple sitting beside them remarked, prompting Harry and Y/N to turn toward them, realizing how close they were to their table. "The waitress," she clarified, noticing their confused expressions.

"Oh, right!" Y/N nodded in understanding. "She clearly wants to be working." The couple chuckled, appearing a few years older than them.

"I'm Paige, and this is my husband, David," she introduced after a brief silence. "We noticed you from the moment you walked into the restaurant. You two are a great-looking couple. It's kind of hard to look away."

"I'm Y/N, and that's Harry. Thank you. That's really sweet," Y/N responded, though she could sense Harry's subtle discomfort with the presence of the other couple.

"Are you two married?" the woman asked, her eyes curious. "I mean, you look very much in love," she clarified.

"No, not yet," Harry responded with a warm smile.

"Better hurry up, buddy. Someone could snatch her right from under your feet," David warned, injecting a touch of humor into the conversation. Y/N felt a sudden unease at the thought, her gaze momentarily shifting to Harry, who chuckled but seemed to share a hint of discomfort.

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Different 16 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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The music was so excessively loud that it made their hearts feel like they were about to burst out of their chest. People were a bit cramped up, especially around the entrance of the house. The living room doors were completely open exposing a giant backyard with a bonfire to keep everyone warm and cozy since the temperature was starting to get below zero. There was also a vast amount of people attending the party. Even the host didn’t comprehend how it had gotten to that magnitude.

Y/N decided to wear something very laid back after the day that the couple had. After Harry’s bath, they decided to take a quick nap. The whole situation had drained too much energy from each of them. And it wasn’t until James called around seven that they woke up. He asked them to come and invite Sarah. Y/N wore a black, turtleneck, with long sleeves sweater, blue jeans, and some heeled boots. She added a few accessories and ended up looking just as nice as she would’ve looked with a dress. Harry threw on some jeans and a T-shirt and a hoodie for the chilly weather.

James was already at the party when they arrived. He was so thankful that they had arrived. Sebastian had brought a girl and was out sitting by the fire with her, and James didn’t want to interrupt so he decided to stay in the house. He looked like a loner standing close to the drinks table. A bunch of girls had come up to him to flirt with him, but he really wasn’t in the mood. He didn’t want to take anyone home. He just wanted to enjoy his friends.

Y/N and Harry decided to Uber to the house since she knew that James had probably taken the car and he could take them back after the party. She held tightly to his hand as they walked through the crowd of people. She led them while he just trailed closely behind her. People stared at them as the couple made their way down the main entrance of the house and into the spacious living room where the rest were dancing and chatting.

They whispered and people shared stares as they spotted the couple making their way through. Most of the girls found Harry cute while the boys still couldn’t understand why Y/N had left Brian for him. After all, everyone knew how rich and powerful his family was.

His mom was even part of the trustee board at the university. She could easily flick her fingers and make you get expelled. Mrs. Hill also knew everyone in Chicago at least everyone who was worth knowing. She was a socialite. She also knew how much power and control she had over everything which made her much scarier, but she loved Y/N. She had been so happy when Brian had brought her for family dinner. She was exactly the type of girl that she wanted for his son. She was poised, elegant, intelligent, well-mannered, and confident. Unfortunately, since they had separated, Brian had begun to bring random girls to meet her and Mrs. Hill had hated every single one of them. None of them were good enough for her boy.

“Thank god” James's eyes landed on Y/N and Harry. “What took you so long?” She lived relatively close to the house where the party was taking place in. Y/N had been too preoccupied with Harry. Her bed was comfortable, and his arms were too warm for her to have the strength to get up. She did eventually when he had convinced her.

“Y/N didn’t want to leave the house” Harry threw her under the bus. She snorted and slightly pushed him with the side of her body.

“Makes sense. She’s always been the lazy one” James continued to joke knowing how annoyed Y/N got when people gang up on her.

“I know. She never wants to do anything lately.”

“It doesn’t surprise me, man. She is always falling asleep in class and in between periods” Harry chuckled and shook his head at his girlfriend.

“Okay! Enough” Harry and James laughed at her as she pulled away from Harry, pretending to be offended. Harry just wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her back against his chest. He then planted a big sloppy kiss against her cheek. She couldn’t remain angry at him. “Where is Sebastian?”

“Outside. He brought some girl” James took a sip out of his drink and pointed to his hooded friend, who sat beside some girl.

“Who is she?” Y/N squinted, and she tried to get a better look at her, but without her glasses it was pointless. “I am so blind” James laughed while Harry continued to hold her.

“I don’t know. She is from Northwestern or something” Y/N nodded and shifted her attention to the people surrounding them. “Where is Sarah?”

“She is coming. That reminds me” Harry reached back and slip his phone out of his back pocket so he could text her that they were already at the party. Sarah was still home. She refused to arrive earlier than Harry and Y/N. She left the house as soon as she received Harry’s text.

“Are you guys drinking tonight or something?” Y/N instantly shook her head at James.

“Not me” She mumbled and both boys comprehended. Alcohol had become a big no for her after that night. It always led to bad decisions and poor judgment. “Babe?” At the same time, she didn’t want to restrict Harry from doing something completely normal at college parties. She wanted him to enjoy himself and if drinking was the way for him to take the edge off. She would just stand back and take care of him.

“No. I am fine. I don’t like to drink” James smiled at Harry; he was glad that he didn’t have to worry about Harry getting too drunk just like Brian had done that day. James was happy that he could trust Harry with his best friend. “Looking for your girlfriend?” Harry asked as he noticed how James scanned the living room as if he was looking for someone.

“No. What makes you think that?” Y/N giggled and leaned back against Harry’s touch.

“I don’t know. I was just curious” Harry shrugged not wanting to reveal the reason he had asked. He didn’t want to embarrass him. Harry’s fingers poked Y/N’s sides. “What are you giggling about, huh?”

“He is in love with Charlotte” Y/N giggled as pushed Harry’s fingers off her sides. She was extremely ticklish.

“Shut the fuck up! I am not!” James exclaimed while he smiled.

“Yes, you do! I’ve seen you watching her!”

“Who is Charlotte?” James shook his head at Y/N with pleading eyes.

“It’s this girl in our French class” Charlotte had transferred during their sophomore year. She was from Australia and her father had opened a brand-new branch of his company in Chicago.

“Is she pretty?” Harry asked as he looked around the room. Y/N giggled and turned around as her eyes scanned the room.

“Do you see the blonde talking to that girl?” Harry nodded as his eyes spotted the two girls leaning against the wall, on the opposite side of the living room. They both had drinks and seemed to be having fun. “That girl is Charlotte.”

“She is cute,” Harry said after a few minutes. “Why don’t you go up to her and ask her out or something?”

“James says that Charlotte intimidates him” Y/N revealed then rolled her eyes at his best friend. “She is on my soccer team, and she is so sweet and kind.”

“Then why can’t you talk to her?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s that about” James had tried multiple times to approach her, but every single time he would turn back around.

“I’ve told you a thousand times that I could ask her for you, and you still refuse” Y/N had asked Charlotte what she thought of James, and she had found him attractive, but too quiet. Something that wasn’t true, but she believed based on his reactions when she approached him.

“That is some middle school shit, Y/N” Harry chuckled, then shook his head at his girlfriend's friend. It was now Y/N’s turn to hold Harry, so she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Fine. Then don’t complain about being lonely and how girls only want to sleep with you!”

“But they do! They are all so selfish. They only want me for my pipi” The couple laughed while they swayed side to side with the music.

“Hey” Sarah called out as she approached her friends. James smiled and pulled her into a hug. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing! Can’t I hug my new friend?” James pouted when Sarah detached herself from him so she could greet her other two friends. James disappeared into the kitchen to pour a drink for Sarah.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Y/N asked Sarah, she nodded with a big smile.

“What’s happening tomorrow?”

“Y/N and I are working out” Sarah had texted Y/N, earlier in the week to ask her for some help. She wanted to sweat off. She knew that Y/N was the best person to go with after seeing how she consistently worked out. “Only if I don’t wake up with a hangover” She added after James had come back with her drink.

“What are you doing here?” Brian startled the group of friends. He had seen the couple since the moment that they had entered the house. He hadn’t approached earlier because his friends had held him back. His friends were getting tired of hearing him complain about Y/N and her new boyfriend. He was obsessed with breaking them up.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s a fucking party” James responded on behalf of everyone. He was starting to think that he needed to beat the crap out of him once again for him to finally get his point across.

“Neither of them belong here.”

“Have you seen how many people are here? She doesn’t even go to the university” Y/N pointed out to the girl that was attached to his side. “What’s your excuse?”

“Don’t talk to me, whore” Brian hated that she was defending Harry, especially since they were both holding each other.

“Don’t talk to her like that” He had insulted her, and Harry wouldn’t allow that. If he had to fight him just like had done with Ezra, he would. Brian chuckled and clapped at Harry trying to ridicule him.

“So, he speaks!” Brian chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll say whatever the fuck I want to. She is nothing but a whore” Harry unwrapped his arms from Y/N as he began feeling his blood starting to boil. James placed his drink on a small table beside him before he stepped up too.

“You are just saying that because she doesn’t put up with your shit anymore and she actually has a voice” Brian chuckled and threw his drink on the floor making the beer splash everywhere, but the boys were too heated to do be faced with it.

“She hadn’t told you, has she?! She sleeps around with everyone! Including her best friends” Brian knew that if he exposed her secrets, he would freak him out and get him to break up with her “Am I wrong James?” Brian’s face turned red as he tapped his chest. “You know that you have slept with her or am I lying?” Harry’s face confirmed that Brian had done it and got him where he wanted.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” James yelled as he swatted his hands away from him. Harry honestly didn’t know what to say or what to do. He wanted to fight Brian, but he felt hurt that Y/N had hidden this from her.

James's face gave it all away. Brian was telling the truth. Harry felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on him. He was in utter disbelief.

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Lycan 21 — werewolf hs

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Y/N awoke to find herself alone in the bed, the warmth of Harry's presence now replaced by a lingering sensation on her neck. Bringing her hand up, her fingertips brushed against the mark he had left there. A jolt of tingling warmth radiated from the spot, sending shivers down her spine and confirming that it wasn't just a figment of her imagination.

With a mix of anticipation and curiosity, she hurried to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath her feet contrasting with the warmth spreading through her body. Standing before the mirror, she gently traced her fingers over the mark, feeling the slightly raised skin beneath her touch.

It was different than she had expected. The mark was still fresh, a faint blush of pink surrounding the intricate pattern that Harry had left on her skin. But despite its newness, her body had already begun to heal around it, the skin smooth and almost seamless against her touch.

Y/N felt a shift within herself, a subtle yet undeniable change that left her feeling unsettled. She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but the sensation lingered beneath her skin, a whisper of something new and unfamiliar.

Nervously, she cracked open the bedroom door and peered down the hall. She realized then that she was scarcely dressed, the realization making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. With quick steps, Y/N hurried across the hall and slipped into her bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the pack house, Harry walked in to find an unexpected sight. "What are you two doing here?" His voice held a mix of surprise and delight as he greeted his parents. He had been roused from sleep through the mind link, duty calling him away even as his heart longed to stay with Y/N.

"We can't come visit our son?" Anne's voice was warm as she enveloped Harry in a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around his big frame. "We missed you dearly."

Harry returned the embrace, kissing his mother's head affectionately before turning to his father, who pulled him into a firm hug. "How was the Caribbean?" he asked, a grin playing on his lips.

"Too sunny and sandy. It was downright infuriating," Robin replied with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with humor as he hugged his only son.

"It was the beach, after all. What were you waiting for?" Harry chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen, his stomach growling in anticipation of breakfast. "Are you both hungry? Have you had a chance to eat?"

"Well," Anne began with a mischievous glint in her eyes, exchanging a knowing look with Robin.

"What?" Harry asked, returning with a piece of bacon dangling from his mouth and a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"Anne, I warned you this might not be the best idea," Robin interjected, shooting a cautious glance at his son.

"But we have every right!" Anne countered, her excitement bubbling over as she turned back to Harry.

"What are you two scheming now?" Harry inquired, a curious grin tugging at his lips. "Come on, spill it."

"A little birdie told your mother that you've found your mate," Robin revealed with a roll of his eyes, earning a gasp of excitement from Anne. "So, your mom here wants to take you both out for breakfast."

"I want to meet her," Anne exclaimed eagerly, her eyes bright with anticipation. "I promise to behave. Plus, how come we had to find out through Niall that you found your mate?"

"fuckin’ Niall," Harry groaned, rubbing the back of his head in mild frustration. "I was waiting for both of you to return from vacation. She's still asleep, though, so I can't promise anything."

"Harry, there are things the four of us need to discuss," Anne said with a more serious tone, her expression turning thoughtful as she looked at her son.

"She's sleeping. What do you want me to do?" Harry asked, a softness in his voice as he spoke of her rest. If she were human, it would take days and a lot of energy to fully recover from the marking.

"You smell different," Anne noted, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "You marked her already?"

"Anne!" Robin interjected sharply, sharing an incredulous look with his son.

"It's a private matter," Harry replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. He was keen on keeping the details of their relationship to themselves. "Listen, I can check, but I can't promise anything."

"Fine," Anne acquiesced with a smile, taking a seat.

Harry quietly made his way to their bedroom, his steps hesitant as he approached the door. To his surprise, the bed was empty.

"Pup?" Harry called out, knocking lightly before peeking into the room.

"In the bathroom!" Y/N's voice floated out to him, filled with a hint of cheerfulness.

"Ah, there you are," Harry smiled warmly as he entered, his eyes immediately drawn to her. He brushed her hair off her shoulder, revealing the mark on her neck. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, then her shoulder, his gaze lingering on the mark.

"I don't enjoy waking up to an empty bed," Y/N mumbled, her voice laced with affection. Harry smiled and kissed her mark instantly making her knees go week.

"Ah, won't happen again," Harry assured her with a smile, reveling in the scent of her now intertwined with his own. They were almost one, and the feeling was exhilarating. "You look good and smell good," he added, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he nuzzled closer. His beard was prickly, tickling her softly.

"Stop," Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling as she finished applying powder and blush. "What have you been doing?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Nothin'," Harry replied with a mischievous grin, his hands moving to wrap around her waist. "Just waiting for you to wake up." With a swift movement, he lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the counter. The sudden change in height brought them closer, and the air between them crackled with electricity.

Sparks of desire ignited within him, his wolf urging him to claim her. But Harry held back, knowing he needed to give her the space to decide. His hands rested gently on her hips, his gaze locked with hers, a silent question lingering in the air.

Their eyes locked in a silent dance of desire and anticipation. Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Harry's body, his scent enveloping her in a heady embrace. She traced her fingers along the contours of his face, feeling the rough stubble beneath her touch.

With a primal need driving him, Harry closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting into a blazing inferno of desire.

The mark on her neck burned brightly, a symbol of their connection and the beginning of their bond. And as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, united as one.

Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. Harry's hand tangled in her hair, gently pulling her closer as his lips hungrily met hers.

The kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine as their bodies pressed together in a feverish embrace. Y/N moaned softly against his lips, the sound muffled by the intensity of their kiss.

Harry's touch was both tender and possessive, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that ignited a fire within her. She arched into him, craving more of his touch, more of him.

With a primal need driving them both, their desire consumed them, the heat between them reaching a fever pitch. Harry's lips trailed a path of fire along her jawline, down her neck, and to the mark he had left on her skin.

Y/N gasped as his lips brushed against the sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating passion that consumed them both.

"Fuck," Harry growled, his voice rough with desire as he abruptly pulled away from her, feeling his wolf surge to the surface from the overwhelming emotions.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" Y/N asked nervously, her eyes wide with concern. Harry pressed his hands against the wall, the coldness soothing against his heated skin. He turned to look at her, his gaze dark and intense.

"It's not your fault, pup," he rasped, his voice husky with need. "If we keep going... I won't be able to hold back." His eyes burned with a primal hunger, a fierce desire that threatened to consume them both.

Y/N felt her heart race at his words, the raw intensity in his gaze sending a thrill of excitement through her. She knew the power they held over each other, the undeniable connection that bound them together.

"Harry," she whispered, her voice filled with longing as she reached out to touch him. "I want you... all of you."

Harry's smile was tender as he walked back to her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and regret. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips, his touch soft and fleeting. Then, he took both of her hands in his, bringing them to his lips as he kissed them tenderly.

"I want you too, pup," he murmured, his voice husky with longing. “Trust me. I really want you. You have no idea how hard this is” He swallowed "But we can't right now." Y/N frowned, a pang of embarrassment washing over her. She had been rejected twice now, and she couldn't understand his sudden change in mood.

"My parents are downstairs," Harry continued, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand in a soothing gesture. "They want to take us out."

Downstairs, Harry's parents were still patiently waiting for them. The majority of the pack was off in training, leaving the pack house unusually quiet.

"Do you think they're ever going to come down?" Anne whispered to Robin, who was flipping through the television channels.

"Honey, they've just found each other," Robin replied with a chuckle, glancing over at his wife. "They're young and in love. Let them have their time."

Anne sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I know, I know," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. "It's just that I'm so excited to meet her. I want to make sure she's good and feels comfortable. I know how overwhelming everything becomes”.

Robin chuckled, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders. "I'm sure she's good," he reassured her. "Harry's a lucky man to have finally found her”.

Just then, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught their attention. Harry and Y/N appeared in the doorway, hand in hand, their smiles bright and their eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Sorry for the wait," Harry said with a sheepish grin as they approached. "We got a little distracted."

Anne's eyes widened in understanding, and she grinned knowingly at her son. "Oh, I see," she said, winking at Y/N. “I am Anne and this is my husband Robin”

“Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you” Y/N could finally understand where Harry’s eyes came from. He looked just his mom. Anne smiled at her, "Well, come on then, you two. Let's go get some breakfast. I am starving”

Robin drove them to a very special place, a quaint little restaurant tucked away in a cozy corner of town. It held a special significance for Robin and Anne—it was the same place where they had their first date, where their love story had begun.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Harry's eyes lit up with recognition. He smiled, a warm feeling of nostalgia washing over him.

"Am I dressed appropriately?" Y/N whispered to Harry as he helped her out of the car.

"You look stunning," Harry replied, his eyes filled with admiration as he took in her appearance. "It's just breakfast, and it’s just my parents”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, the warmth of his lips sending a shiver down her spine. With a smile, he shut the car door behind them, feeling excited for the breakfast ahead.

They were seated on a table under the big willow tree that had grown in the middle of the restaurant.

“This place is special," Robin said, pulling a chair for Anne. "It's where Anne and I had our first date.”

Anne smiled, her eyes sparkling with fond memories. "We always dreamed of bringing Harry and his mate here one day," she added, looking at Harry with a hint of mischief.

Harry grinned, feeling a rush of happiness at the thought.

"So, how do you like it here?" Anne began her gentle interrogation after they all ordered their drinks.

"I love it," Y/N replied with a warm smile. "I still have so much to learn, but I'm trying my best." Anne nodded in understanding, sensing the sincerity in Y/N's words. She could tell that she had a good heart.

"Sometimes it can be overwhelming, I'm sure," Anne commented sympathetically. "But you're doing great. Managing it all."

Y/N nodded, grateful for Anne's understanding. "It's definitely a lot to take in sometimes, but I'm learning to manage."

"I understand completely," Anne said, a reminiscent smile on her lips. "When I first became mated to Robin here, I tried to escape a few times," she confessed, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I wasn't ready for all the responsibilities of being Luna. I wanted to go to college, travel the world...be free."

Y/N nodded, listening intently to Anne's words.

"However, the bond is incredibly strong," Anne continued, her gaze thoughtful. "It's easy to underestimate its power. As the days go by, it only grows stronger until neither of you can bear to be apart."

"It's like an invisible thread that ties you together," Anne explained, her eyes softening with memories. "You'll feel each other's emotions, sense each other's presence even when you're apart. And when you're together, it's like the world fades away and it's just the two of you."

Harry watched Y/N closely, his heart swelling with affection. He reached for her hand under the table, intertwining their fingers. The warmth of her touch grounded him, reassuring him that she was right there with him.

“It’s not all gold and glitter” Robin chimed in, a fond smile on his face. "But it's also a responsibility. You'll have the pack to lead, decisions to make together. And you'll have to learn to navigate the intricacies of the wolf world."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing with all the possibilities and challenges ahead. But in that moment, sitting in the cozy restaurant with Harry's hand in hers and his parents' supportive presence, she felt a surge of confidence.

"We'll figure it out together," Harry said, his voice filled with determination.

"Of course you will," Anne said, beaming at them both. "And you'll have the whole pack behind you, ready to support you every step of the way. Now tell me when will we meet your parents?”

The smiles that had adorned their faces vanished in an instant, replaced by a somber air. Harry's hand instinctively moved to Y/N's back, a silent gesture of comfort and support.

"Mom," Harry's voice was gentle, his eyes filled with understanding as he looked at Y/N. "Y/N's mom passed away when she was younger, and her relationship with her father... it's complicated."

Anne's expression immediately softened, her features mirroring her regret for her unintentionally insensitive question. She placed a hand over her heart, her eyes conveying her heartfelt apology.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea” Y/N nodded and gave her a small smile.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur of laughter and stories. Y/N felt like she was already part of the family, welcomed with open arms into this world that was so new and yet felt so right.

As they left the restaurant, the sun was shining bright overhead, casting a warm glow over everything. Harry held Y/N's hand tightly, his gaze filled with love and promise.

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