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You could maybe make a werewolf one too sometime. Where Harry is the Alpha of a big pack and finds poor omega Zayn in the woods or something idk and the Zayn goes into heat for the first time...would be nice.Thank you so much for this prompt I love it. Enjoooy!
Harry is a pack leader. It was bound to happen, he had it in his blood. He was the descendant of a long line of powerful Alphas. Leaders, mayors, presidents, kings, they were just good at managing any situations. They were smart, strong, loyal to their people and obviously had a dominant nature that helped immensely. He was now the 6th Styles to have the privilege and pride to call himself leader of a pack.
"Where are we hunting tonite Styles?" Called out Michael. I turned around to look at him with a frown on my face.
"In the woods, like we already discussed it this morning. I know that your father insisted for me to put you in the position your are but I can't have you staying in it if you are not dedicated. You need to pay attention to everything and especially when we already discussed the matter in a meeting! You obviously know how important it is to be alerted and travel as a pack, to stay united. Your pack is and always will be the most important thing to you, keep that in mind. This is you last chance. Understood?" I looked at him sternly, rising my brows so high after he rolled his eyes at me that I thought they would disappear into my hair.
"You seem to forget who I am Styles. I am the son of someone very important, keep that in mind. Understood?" He replied, using my words. I chuckled darkly.
"First of all let me tell you that you just lost your position and Justin will take your place, something that should have happened a while ago. Secondly, you are just the son of someone important. I, not only am the descendant of a long line of the most important and powerful but I too am someone powerful and important, not only because of my identity, i really proved my worth. Something you failed to do. Now get the fuck out of my face. Please." I added with a fake smile.
"Tell him Haz! Talk yo shit!!" Screamed Niall. Why does he have to be like that.
"Shut up Nialler." I laughed, walking towards him, where I first intended to go before this dumbass disturbed my peace. "Ready to go?" I asked once I reached him.
"When am I ever not ready? Hope you practiced your cardio because I can't keep beating you. It's getting tiring to be faster than the pack leader." He faked a yawn, looking at me with a sprinkle of malice visible in his ocean eyes.
"I hope you practiced because it is actually me the fastest and matter of fact I don't run when we race, I just walk fast or jog if you prefer. So maybe first start being faster than that and then we'll see kiddo, yeah?" I replied using my baby talk voice, patting the top of his head making him smack my hand away.
"Fuck you." He muttered under his breathe before crossing his arms. An actual child.
"Alright! Let's get ready gents!" I called out to my pack. It was time to go on the hunt. Once the pack was ready I gave the signal to go and we started running through the woods. These woods were gigantic so we were splattered everywhere but still grouped, like small groups everywhere if you know what I mean. I smiled as my fur danced in the wind as I ran, leaving Niall far behind, as always. I suddenly felt the urge to stop so I did. And sure enough I could hear something, someone.
"Please I'm begging you just let me go, please I won't disturb you. I was just having a walk!" The voice sounded like music to my ears but I could feel the terror and pain so distinctly that my heart clutched. I walked toward the voice, the closer I got, the hotter my body felt. The voice was still pleading to be let free and suddenly I felt something in my whole body. An instinct. The instinct. To protect. I frowned. I'm a pack leader so of course I know everything that there is to know on us and if I was not mistaken this is a feeling that I could experience only towards my mate. Then the feeling bursted, the word echoing in my head and through my whole body. PROTECT. I growled loudly and the voice stopped suddenly. There, in front of me was Michael and a petite wolf, looking traumatized. To his sight my insides got warm again as the feeling to protect was replaced by another feeling. Possessiveness. Mine. I could feel it burning my heart. Mine mine mine mine.
