Howlers (Dramione 18+)

Part 4

Hermione and Draco walked slowly in silence, Hermione always made sure to keep a 3-meter gap between her and Draco, she was unsure of her safety, after all, Draco's werewolf did just make an appearance and try to maul her to death. Experiencing her first transformation was by far the most painful thing Hermione had ever endured, far worse than the Cruciatus curse she endured in Malfoy Manor, she even preferred Bellatrix and her knife work over the transformation. Hermione's wrist seethed and burned as she scratched her Mudblood scar from the thought.

Hermione glanced around and noticed openly there were half-dressed people that started to gather, most likely a part of Draco's pack spread out everywhere, they were all eying her suspiciously or primarily as a snack. Strangely the lack of clothing around made her feel better about her current state and her lack of civilised womanly attire. Draco came to a halt and snapped his eyes around suspiciously, he tilted his head to the side as a few of his pack members approached us, Draco took a few wary steps in Hermione's direction, just in case...

"What have you got here for us alpha, another Mudblood? We were all very pleased with that last blood traitor you brought us"

One of the three men said as he eyed Hermione seductively, his tongue darted out to wet his lips blood coated lips. Hermione cringed at the mention of her dead friend, her chest ached from her loss... Hermione took notice the man was wearing nothing but a pair of trousers, the other two men were stood either side with arms folded and luckily fully clothed, although their look wasn't filled with lust like the man in the middle, rather it was more filled with hunger. Hermione shrunk behind Draco like he was an indestructible wall, was Draco a cannibal as well?

"This Mudblood is, unfortunately, our new pack member; she isn't to be touched is that understood?"

"But alpha sh-"

Draco's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, Hermione could almost feel the anger boiling inside of Draco, it was almost as if the ground started to quake, the men took notice of the steam coming from Draco's ears and widened their eyes shutting up completely

"I said she's off-limits!"

Draco's tone was a lot deeper and even though he was speaking to the 3 men it was almost as if Hermione wanted to jump out of her own skin to follow his orders and please her alpha. She suspected it was the famous alphas tone, all alphas had a tone of command they could use to enforce a rule or action if a wolf was resistant.

"Yes alpha, of course, I meant no disrespect..."

The other two men had visibly shrunk behind the man in the middle who was still standing tall and confidently. Hermione never knew just how much power an alpha could hold, especially since three grown men had almost wet themselves from a slight raise in tone

"She is to birth me a healthy heir and is to be unharmed before and during her pregnancy. I want you to spread that around the pack, if you hear any resilience report it back to me, is that understood?"

The three men frantically nodded, Draco couldn't risk the pack finding out about his mate and him, he would be a laughingstock, and probably rejected or challenged as alpha, he wasn't underestimating his own strength or anything it was just they were already a small pack, and he didn't need any more losses. The three men stared at Draco blinking in disbelief for a moment before huffing and nodding to themselves again, now averting their eyes to the ground probably due to the tension

"I suppose after I'm done with her..."

Draco glanced over his shoulder staring at Hermione with a look of uncertainty, she looked fuming knowing that he called her a Mudblood and thinking of feeding her to the wolves, old habits die hard they say? What a load of absolute rubbish.