Page 1 of Harley & Her Ferals

CHAPTER ONE

Attic, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

Harley

“Willwe finally be free to bond as our own pack, if we win the cage fight?” I whisper. “Or is that only a dream?”

My fighting partner and best friend, Feral, growls possessively. It’s a gorgeous, rumbling sound.

I love it more than any other.

To Feral’s rivals and enemies, however, it’s the most feared sound in our outlaw Alpha Underworld beneath the mountains in Sanctum. It makes them tremble and pale because it doesn’t take an Omega to hear the tone that marks my friend and protector out as surely as his name does as aferal Alpha.

He can make even Alphas fall to their knees and bare their necks in submission.

Feral is dominant over everybody…or he would be if he wasn’t controlled by my pack.

He’s a champion because he’s been trained since kindergarten on a strict schedule, where his diet and ruts are controlled.

His name was stolen from him, as soon as he was fostered into our pack, the Battles.

His primal instincts have been awakened and shaped.

Feral is dangerous to everyone but me.

For me, his scent matched Omega, he’d burn down the world.

I smile. “It has taken three years to save up enough to free you from your contract. The pot on the last match of the season before the Championship Special should be enough to finally pay off the debt. Almost there, huh? Just two more days until fight night.”It’s cruel that Feral has a debt to pay back simply because he was taken in by my pack as an orphan. “Do you trust Dad to honor it?”

Feral shakes his head.

I don’t blame him.

Dad, Don Battle, is the mafia boss who runs the Alpha Underworld with an iron fist.

Yet Feral’s startling eyes are still bright with joy at the thought of finally earning the prize money to earn our way out of the dark world of the Battles.

One of Feral’s eyes are almost black and the other is icy blue.

I love how unique they make him.

But then, he’d stand out anywhere because of his giant size. Also, because he has the body of Adonis, if Adonis was also the God of War.

Scars bisect along his chest and shoulders.

Of course, only I know the one hundred small ways that make Feral also stand out from any other Alpha amongst these villain packs.

These include the way that he loves nuzzling against my neck ritualistically as he goes to sleep each night, the nest he buildsme out of his single blanket, and how he tears apart other Alphas who dare to bad mouth me in cage fights let alone get in hits.

Thin artificial light shines through the high, barred window of the attic. It’s the only way that I know it’s morning.

The room is small and concrete. The walls are painted red like blood. Gym equipment hangs from hooks, including skipping ropes and boxing gloves.

My nose scrunches up at the stink of damp.

The steel cage that Feral and I are sitting in is large enough for both of us to lie down and stand up but not to move around much.

The bottom is fitted with a thin wooden board. It’s hard to lie on but less painful than when Feral is being punished. Then the board is removed.

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