Page 110 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent built the nest around us, when Dad led us back here from the Hades estate last night.

Dad told me that now I was his heir, I could choose to sleep in the official Heir Suite with Laurent.

“What did you break into the Hades estate for, apart from to impress me?” Dad was wily. “What was the stunt about?”

“What would you say, if I told you that we found information on Vinnie, which you can use against him?” I replied.

Dad patted me on the shoulder. “I’d say that you’re agoodOmega, the newFirstOmega of our pack. Also, that I’ll hold a ball in your honor to announce you as winner of the Heir Contest.”

Triumph surged through me.

We’d done it!

I just hope that I don’t run into my siblings before the ball tonight.

I needed to win in order to claim my bonded pack. But I know how angry my brother and sister are going to be.

I love Lionzio and Allegra.

I’m not doing this to crush them or their dreams.

I simply wish that I trusted them enough to be able to share my plan. Then they’d understand that I’m doing this for everyone in the Underworld, including them.

The Heir Suite is the grandest room that I’ve slept in.

It’s palatial.

A round chandelier like the sun hangs from the high ceiling. The wallpaper is a burnt umber. The thick carpet and drapes are crimson. Ostentatious, cherry wood chest of drawers stand on the far side next to a luxurious couch.

A door leads through to an en-suite bathroom.

I wish that Feral was here with me, rather than still locked in the attic.

With a single decision, Dad has decided that I deserve an entire suite of rooms, rather than a cramped cage.

Does he think that by spoiling me now because in his eyes I’mworthyof it, I’ll forget how he’s treated me until now?

I eye the colossal muffin basket, which has been balanced on the nightstand.

Laurent notices the direction of my gaze. He sits up, before reaching out an indolent hand to grab a cherry muffin.

He holds it up to my mouth. “My brave bodyguard deserves to be handfed for protecting me last night.”

“I didn’t do anything.” I push myself up with my elbows, leaning against the headboard.

A painful memory of Harbinger’s swollen and bleeding face forces itself on me.

Is Harbinger okay?

I swallow, wringing the blanket in my lap.

I hope so.

Laurent pushes the muffin more insistently against my lips. “Alphas make this look easy, but you’re embarrassing me on this handfeeding attempt.”

I huff. “Okay.”

I take a bite and then another.

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