Page 100 of Harley & Her Ferals

For the first time, I begin to understand Harbinger.

His banter and charm is part of how he fights. It’s a wall to protect himself, keeping everyone at a safe distance.

It’s easier to judge him on his actions.

Yet I’m conflicted.

Is Harbinger an enemy? Or only someone who has found themselves caught fighting for my enemies?

What does Harbinger want in Vinnie’s study? He’s taking just as large a risk as Laurent and I am.

“I’m waiting,” Laurent taps his foot.

Vinnie stares at Laurent and then me like I can tell him why an Omega is giving him orders.

He’ll have to get used to it with Laurent.

Harbinger slips his hand into the pocket of his jacket. “If I tell you, will you add my thumb drive to yours?”

He tosses a second thumb drive to Laurent, who catches it.

Laurent arches his brow. “Why do you want the info on this computer?”

“Why do you?”

“I asked first.”

Harbinger licks his lips. “Firstly, I received two hundred strikes from the Discipline Strap, which is nothing for a strong Alpha like me.”

I gasp.

How the hell is Harbinger still walking?

“Don’t pretend.” Laurent’s gaze is too knowing. “It’s not about the pain anyway. It’s the humiliation that hurts.”

Before I can stop him, Harbinger fluidly leaps past me and over the desk.

I knew that Laurent’s backtalk was going to get his own ass beaten sooner rather than later now that he was in the Underworld.

Laurent freezes.

Harbinger, however, only kneels next to Laurent. “Can I offer to lay the heads of every asshole who made you know that at your feet?”

I step toward the two men in order to protect Laurent.

But then, I notice that both men are staring at each other and taking deep breaths, as if they’re intoxicated.

Shit, are they scent matches?

This has just got a whole lot more complicated.

Laurent’s eyes are glassy. “You old romantic.”

“Would you prefer their cocks? Balls? Or their…?”

“Tempting as a list of bloody body parts delivered to me would be, the Alphaholes who hurt me like that are in prison.” Laurent gives a sharp smile. “I put them there myself.”

Harbinger pushes himself to his feet, giving an equally sharp smile; these men are trouble together. “I was wrong about you. You’re not a kitten. You’re a wolf like I am.”

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