can we have soft wolfrry? 🥺 like maybe he comes home really tired and frustrated and just wants his mate to take care of him?
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Y/N knew her mate. And she knew exactly how to handle him, but this was a bit new.
She had been eagerly waiting his return from a meeting with the guards, it having run much later than she was used to. It would have troubled her if she couldn’t feel his presence and that physically, he was fine.
That didn’t mean emotionally, though.
Lately, he had been taking a toll on his emotions. He was the Alpha. Untouchable to everyone, strong, collected, cool. But he felt things so deeply, his loyalty to his pack so thorough that he would do any and everything to protect them. Despite outside packs seeming his as this  Villainized Tyrant, this dictator- his pack knew the truth.
He was a dedicated leader. He didn’t take bullshit, he didn’t allow anyone to mess with his own. He was efficient and yes, sometimes ruthless when it came to rules. But it was for the good and safety of his wolves. How could he possibly be a good leader and run a good pack if they didn’t have a solid backbone to lean on??
Y/N knew of his dedication and was happy that he was such a good leader. It didn’t mean she didn’t worry about his emotional well being. Sometimes he still struggled to open up to her though he had gotten so much better over the time They’d been together.
When he walked into their bedroom finally, Y/N could feel it. He was completely and utterly drained. Tired. Harry needed a break.
She watched him undress wordlessly, a sigh leaving his nose as he kicked his pants in a frustrated manner across the room. Her brows furrowed as she peeled back the covers for their bed, knowing better then to speak right now. Instead, as soon as he crawled in the bed she scooted to him and pulled his face into her neck.
Harry immediately began to unwind the tightness of his shoulders as he was enveloped in the sweet smell of his mate. His senses covered in it as she hummed softly, delicate hands running through his silky waves. It was wordless, she didn’t know exactly what happened, but she knew how to fix it.
There was an unspoken knowledge between the both of them. When it came to their comfort, they just knew. Y/N was so good with him that it shocked him at times. Harry knew mates were supposed to be compatible but to the degree she knew just where to rub on his head, exactly where scratch his back, where to kiss to make him shiver…. It was something he didn’t even realize could happen.
Being so in tune had its perks. While usually it was Harry comforting Y/N, the turn of events always put him in awe. Her plushy lips kissing over his hair line, humming a soft song he couldn’t quite place, her legs tangling with his as she smothered him slightly in his scent? The tension was leaking out of his body as he began to purr slightly from his chest.
“There he is….” Finally she spoke, her voice quiet. “Just lay there and let me take care of you. Know you’re my big strong Alpha… but you’re running yourself ragged, my love.” Her sigh made him nod, nosing at the point on her neck where her scent was the most potent. Inhaling deeply, he shuddered slightly as the smell soothed him. After waiting so long to find his mate, he wouldn’t ever refuse a touch from her.
“Just lay with me and let me take care of you for once. I love you.”
And gods, he loved her too.
