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Alpha Master Salazar Slytherin glanced away from his familiar, staring at the rich emerald draperies pulled back from the enchanted oversized windows.
His secret chamber was generously sized and suited his needs well. It was furnished with a massive desk piled high with ancient manuscripts and the invaluable notes of his father, scribed in Parsel language.
The armchair upholstered in viridian green had been pushed against the desk while two others were positioned near the marble fireplace.
It wasn’t as if he would ever entertain guests in his haven, but Salazar Slytherin loved luxury and wouldn’t settle for less.
The best part of his secret chamber was his lab. Wooden shelves filled the walls, holding the numerous potions he invented over the years.
~Master,~ Sasha hissed impatiently.
While he knew most of what she was going to tell him, he didn’t appreciate being reminded of his duties again.
~I know,~ he sighed and ran a hand through the silky dark locks of his shoulder-length hair.
~But Master, you’re twenty winters and five and you need pups to carry your name and the Slytherin traditions. Omega G…~
Sasha trailed off and flicked her tongue sheepishly when she realized what she was about to blurt.
Ever so perceptive, she seemed to understand that she went too far with her probing.
Naturally, she had to say anything to break the tension. ~I like the smell of books and candle wax, Master. It reminds me of you when you’re too absorbed in your work and can’t visit your favourite snake,~ she remarked inanely and he shook his head in exasperation.
Standing, he made his way to her and stroked her glistening dark green scales lovingly.
~You’ve been mothering me for years, Sasha. When are you going to understand that I’m a child no more?~ his tone matched the rest of him; polished, dark and inflexible.
Sasha coiled her tail around his body, engulfing him in her warmth and chasing the tension away, then lowered her head. ~When your father passed away some time ago, he trusted me with your welfare. I was young and powerless, but you’ve always been mine to protect, Master. I’ll keep nagging at you until you relent and give me what I want. Omega G…~
Salazar cleared his throat pointedly. He swore that had she been a lioness, Sasha would’ve growled with frustration.
His face was inscrutable as he considered her words.
Salazar Slytherin was an Alpha and the last of his line at that. His duty to his family—and his biological urges— should’ve coaxed him to take an Omega years ago and start a pack of his own.
Salazar however, was a lone wolf—or rather a very scrupulous Alpha.
He didn’t appreciate the flocks of Betas and Omegas that kept chasing him since he presented as Alpha eleven years ago.
Their keening and trilling did nothing but disgust him and his growls more than once rebuffed their advances.
Alpha Master Godric Gryffindor—his best friend and fiercest enemy, called him heartless and harsh but Salazar felt no remorse.
As the sole carrier of the venerated Slytherin blood, it was his duty to decide on the mother of his pups with utmost care.
This brought him to the thoughts taxing his mind and reminded him that he had to guzzle another rut-suppressant potion for he was not certain that she was ready.
He growled and closed his eyes, taking deep, calming breaths.
~Master,~ Sasha soothed, no wonder attuned to the myriad of feelings clouding his mind.
~I’m doing well, I merely need to clear my thoughts,~
Sasha gazed at him with clever eyes, then uncoiled her body and slithered toward the fireplace, seeking warmth.
He heaved a sigh and followed, carefully maintaining his bearings.
He took a seat, letting his head fall slightly and looked at the dancing flames unseeingly.
He was forced to flee the Great Hall earlier not to embarrass himself and start another quarrel with Godric.
He wasn’t a weakling, far from it, Salazar however never acted without a goal in mind.
Her red-roses scent hit him as she joined the teachers at the high dais for dinner.
She glided gracefully like a fae and Salazar couldn’t fathom how this vision could be related to his best friend.
A year ago, Godric announced that his sister would leave their Ancestral Manor in Gwynedd and help him teach duelling.
What he didn’t expect was for the Fourth Founder’s sister to be the winsome Miss Gylda Gryffindor.
Unlike her lively brother, Gylda was quiet and reserved. She avoided boisterous crowds and found solace in teaching or helping Helga, her sister-in-law, in the greenhouse.
Every so often, she visited his lab asking for some potions, mainly the scent-blurring ones. Salazar was always eager to help his friend’s sister and provide whatever she needed.
Gylda Gryffindor was a young Omega at nineteen years old, but she was faster and more lethal than some he had seen twice her age.
And that strength would only grow when she would take an Alpha and give him pups.
She was something that awed Salazar and seldom left his thoughts.
On his most primal level, he hated watching her duel her brother and wield heavy weapons, but another part of him loved seeing all that grace and agility on display.
She was a beautiful sight that never failed to take his breath away and shake his composure and tonight, as her scent filled the Great Hall unmasked, Salazar realized that she was ready to take a mate and start a family.
As he stared at the spot where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, where her most potent scent gland was hidden under the high collar of her red and gold robes, Salazar valiantly fought the sensation that shimmied through him.
A growl rose inside him, but he tamped it down and pretended to listen to whatever Rowena was saying.
His inner wolf clawed at him with razor-sharp aggression, tearing and stripping away his insides, begging for freedom.
He imagined kissing and nipping her jaw, trailing a path of hot kisses in his wake as he buried his face against her neck and inhaled her scent.
His Alpha instincts never lied to him. He knew that the Gryffindor Omega was ready for his advances even if she didn’t realize it yet.
She hadn’t been a year ago when she was coming to terms with her new living arrangements and maybe not even months ago when she refused all courtship offers and opted to take more scent-suppressants.
However…
His thoughts halted as he sensed the new aura heading toward his secret chamber.
He was not alone with his familiar anymore. The footsteps came closer and a faint smile lifted his lips.
He kept his fingertips linked over his chest as he waited patiently; making sure that his scent remained masked.
~Finally,~ Sasha disclosed inadvertently and his forest-green eyes narrowed on her.
His familiar was up to something and he would corner her later and get to the bottom of it.
As for now…
His nerves prickled with awareness and his heart began to drum wildly when Gylda hissed and the snakes guarding the last entrance to his haven granted her passage.
She took only a few steps inside when she noticed him.
Freezing in place, Gylda looked at him with jewel-like eyes and flushed cheeks.
To be alone with an Alpha while in heat was vastly dangerous. Yet, Salazar Slytherin wasn’t any Alpha.
He was gallant and honourable and no Omega would feel threatened by his presence.
He stood languidly, as not to startle her, and bowed properly.
“Miss Gryffindor,” he greeted, his eyes riveted to the vision of her.
Glancing up at his face, Gylda found his green eyes staring right at her, enthralled by every detail.
She was elegant, imposing; like a precious flower at its moment of perfection.
Her fragrant black hair, carefully dressed and piled into the traditional Gryffindor braids, had a full-bodied gloss, glimpsed so briefly at close range. It made him think of the Forbidden Forest he liked to roam under the moonlight.
Gylda didn’t avert her gaze as she sank into a graceful courtesy and Salazar wanted to applaud her fetching courage.
Maintaining eye contact with an unmatched Alpha was an arduous task, doing that while in heat was nearly unfeasible.
Nevertheless, he didn’t miss the stress lines around her mouth, didn’t miss her intent expression, didn’t miss the need that emanated from her.
A thought struck him at once and he wanted to rumble.
The dynamic of their relationship was about to shift tonight and he was sure she realized it.
If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have run to his room, chasing his scent.
She wanted him as well, of that he had no doubt.
He had made the decision months ago, recognizing what she was to him— what she would be to him —and he wasn’t going to stop until she was his.
He felt that hunger to claim her for a while and he wasn’t going to deny it anymore.
He would take a little, give a little, make her want him so bad she ached the way he constantly did for she was the only Omega worthy of his attention, the only Omega for him.
Despite the upcoming wrestle with Godric Gryffindor, a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
His rival was stubborn but his little sister was the deadliest Omega in Magical Britain.
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Instead of heading directly upstairs to her room, Gylda Gryffindor made a beeline for the third floor.
Sleep has been elusive for the past few days, and even though she didn’t want to, she knew that she wouldn’t sleep without another Sleeping Draught.
Gylda fought to pull air into her lungs as she hurried down the stairs heading toward the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
All protocol dictated that she stay and speak with the Healer, but she couldn’t.
Not now.
She needed space to breathe and wouldn’t find it there. Not with all the Alphas hovering so close seeing so much with their hungry eyes and suffocating her with their unwelcome scents.
She had known it would be hard to deal with her next heat without suppressants, but she also knew that she could do it.
She was stronger than her past, a better version of herself.
What she did not see coming was him. He made her feel vulnerable, made her want to let her guard down and she hated how well he sensed her moods.
She had tried to hide her discomfort from him, she was almost sure of it. Well, clearly not, no matter how much she wanted to convince herself.
Somehow Alpha Master Salazar Slytherin always knew what she was feeling, she saw it in his eyes and his eyes never lied to her.
The thought of getting a whiff of his woodsy scent had her rub a hand in the middle of her chest. She tried to make that near-constant ache go away as if it was a physical thing. However, she carried the need of getting close to him everywhere she went.
Since she had arrived in Hogwarts it had been the same reaction from practically every Omega and Beta she had come across.
Not that she blamed any of them, even if she did have a sudden urge to claw their eyes out.
Gylda found her way through the shadow-tricked passageway with no difficulty at all. It wasn’t the first time she ran to the chamber and enjoyed a pleasurable evening with Sasha.
Something about the place reminded her of her past, although the chamber of one thousand years ago was way too different from her original timeline.
Shoving thoughts of wars and death and time travel aside, she shook her head knowing that she could shoulder all the pain and find solace in what she had now.
Who would’ve thought that it would take a war and Hogwarts’ demolition to unravel the secret chamber of Godric Gryffindor, the same chamber that led her to her ancestor and granted her a new opportunity to achieve her goals and her dreams?
Meeting the illustrious Salazar Slytherin in the flesh and getting to know him truly, was a variable she never considered.
He was what she thought he would be, and much, much more.
An Alpha to the core, Salazar was proud and dignified. Unlike Godric, the brother who took her under his wing after a brief explanation, he didn’t enjoy crowds or noises.
Everything about him screamed control and she wondered how could this wizard be one with the Founder whose name was besmirched for thousand years.
She tried to stay away, yet her Potter curiosity wouldn’t let her.
He fascinated her and worse yet, her Omega purred with want whenever he was near.
Some days she feared he would find a witch; a sweet Beta or Omega who would be perfect for him.
It would slice up her insides to know that someone else would be touching what she considered hers, waking up every morning next to him . . . but at least he would be happy and she would finally be able to move on from this constant state of wanting him but knowing she could not have him.
She struggled with her instincts for over a year, wanting and fearing what she wanted.
Could she forget everything about her past and embrace her new reality fully?
Could she have Salazar Slytherin as her Alpha and change the course of Wizarding history?
Was Salazar really a sinner, a bigoted monster who chased muggles and muggleborns? Or was he merely a visionary leader who understood the need to keep the two words apart?
Many questions plagued her thoughts and made sleep elusive, yet the time they spent together helped her get the answers she sought.
An Alpha and an abundantly powerful one at that, Salazar Slytherin regarded all pups blessed with magic as members of his pack.
He could growl and sneer and flee attention all that he wanted, Gylda saw him for what he was and she liked what she found.
She was engulfed in near darkness when she reached the last door and came to a stop.
His spicy, earthy smell was everywhere. There was a slight underlying whiff of cedar that made the scent unmistakable.
He was in the chamber with Sasha.
She waited, straining to hear what was happening inside. Apparently, she had not been detected yet. Salazar continued his conversation, something about pups and duties and topics that made her aware of the heat burning her alive.
It occurred to Gylda that she might have to wait for a long time before he left the chamber. Or she would have to leave and find another place to calm down and consider her options.
Of course, her brother was adamant she should pick up an Alpha of note and start a family. What he wasn’t aware of was the identity of the Alpha she had her eyes on.
Taunted and lured in by the scent calling to her, Gylda hissed ~Open,~ and stepped inside carefully.
Salazar looked at her, his dark green eyes searching for something.
What, she didn’t know.
His piney, earthy scent was filling the room and she could practically feel the heat coming off him.
More than anything she wanted to feel that heat covering her, taking her, filling her to the bone.
“Miss Gylda, do you want me to leave the chamber so you can enjoy your time with my familiar?” he asked; always proper, always considerate.
The moon peeked from the enchanted windows and cast her rays over his jet-black hair. It looked beautiful and silver and Gylda came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t leave —and nor would he.
She knew what her decision entailed. If she granted him her favour, Salazar Slytherin will become her Alpha and no one, her brother included, could separate them.
“Miss Gylda?” Salazar spoke again and she shook her head.
“No, you don’t have to leave Master Salazar,” she whispered hoarsely, fighting the need to keen and demand he stayed and comforted her.
Salazar scanned her for the slim chance that she was under the thrall of her heat and what he found in her eyes must have reassured him.
He stepped closer but kept a respectable distance between them.
Being an Alpha, Salazar knew that accidental scenting could happen. Alphas were blessed with more scenting glands in addition to the common ones located on their neck, shoulders and inner thighs.
He had scent glands on his fingers and the side of his torso, so brushing against her, even intentionally, could worsen her heat.
However, Alphas had the most control of their scent out of all the secondary genders, and Salazar’s in particular was unmatched.
Frustrated and frenetic, Gylda hissed in a strained voice. ~Master Salazar, you know why I am here.~
If he was startled by her brazen display of Parseltongue, he didn’t let it show.
She knew how singular her talent was, how irresistible it should be for the last member of House Slytherin.
Barely thinking, just feeling, she reached and grasped his neck, forcing him to lower his head.
His scent was finally coming out in wafts that made thinking a gruelling task. It took a moment for it to register that he was holding her wrists in a firm grip and stopping her.
Breathing hard, he took a step back from her.
She saw a flash of his canines but he had controlled his inner wolf by the time she had blinked.
‘’Omega Gylda,” he called her by her second gender, which was a rarity, “are you certain you want this? Once I take you as mine, no force in this realm will tear you away from me.” The words came out as a deep growl.
“Yes, I want you as my Alpha, Master Slytherin.” Unbothered by his piercing eyes, Gylda answered earnestly.
“Very well,” he rumbled, “I’m not going to be just some physical outlet for you when you’re in heat, Omega. If you want me, you’re going to give me everything.”
Something about his voice changed when he said that word. It made her purr.
There was a dark, primal note that shocked her to her core and called to her Omega. It wasn’t the Master Salazar she knew.
Not exactly.
The Alpha in front of her looked hungry in a way she’d never seen.
“Everything?” The question came out as a whisper.
His eyes darkened until she saw both the wolf and man staring back at her.
He looked as if he wanted to completely possess her and it frightened and thrilled her at once.
When he spoke, his words surprised her. “Will you be mine Omega Gylda?” A soft question that sent a thrill up her spine even as it scared her.
To become Alpha Master Slytherin’s Omega.
When she tilted her head to the side and bared her neck, Salazar Slytherin finally growled and his intoxicating scent filled the room until she trembled with need.
One hand cupped her face and the other caressed her braids. He gripped the back of her head and scented her neck.
It was impossible to think straight when her body was on fire. She burned from the inside, wanting to steal the moment and live in it forever.
She wanted to lose herself in her chosen Alpha. Give him pleasure, and take whatever he gifted her—she desperately wanted to have pups with him.
Her heart brimmed with longing.
Longing…how soft the word was for such a ravenous feeling…
“Very well. I am honoured Miss Gylda and therefore, I take you as my Omega; my future Lady and mother of my pups. As long as you remember that this is an everlasting bond that transcends the years we will spend together.”
Gylda couldn’t help the chirp that left her throat but she didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed.
A low growl emanated from Salazar Slytherin, taking her by surprise, before his mouth was on her scent gland, stroking, teasing and taking.
She was surrounded by equal parts sweet possessiveness, equal parts dangerous ferocity and even though she knew that he wouldn’t bite her yet, not until he asked for her hand properly, Gylda yielded with a ravished soul to all the greatness that was her Alpha.