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“May I come?” I beg. “I’m close. I need to…”

Harbinger’s teeth rest dangerously near to where my bond mark would be.

I stiffen with both terror and hope.

Is he going to bite me?

“Come, Kitten.” Harbinger grazes his teeth without biting over my scent gland. “Come for your Alpha.”

And I do.

I scream, shuddering with a wave of intense pleasure that crashes over me, at his promise that…somehow…he’ll be mine.

And I will be his.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Heir’s Suite, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

“Harbinger just fucked Harley over hisHarley…?” River dramatically swoons over the back of the couch in the Heir’s Suite. “Tell me that he was wearing black leathers, bella. Did he keep his motorcycle helmet on? He seems the type of badass Alpha who would.”

River waggles his eyebrows.

He leaps up, clutching his heart and sighing.

I laugh. “I still can’t feel my legs.”

I’m sprawled on the armchair next to the couch in a happy daze.

My cheeks are flushed. I’m still heated. I didn’t know that amazing sex could raise your temperature for hours like this.

There’s only an hour left, before I need to make my entrance at the Heir’s Ball.

The Beta servants have been a hive of frantic activity getting Battle House ready downstairs for the event. One delivered ascarlet ball gown for me, which is now draped over the end of the bed, along with a matching pair of high heels.

I eye the clothes, warily.

The dress is like something out of a fairy tale.

It’s designer, with a sleeveless bodice, which is embellished with red rose beads that River cooed over.

It’s the skirt of the dress, however, that makes it look like it’s fit for a princess. It’s tulle with red ruffles at the bottom, which will rustle with every step that I take.

Dad intends me to attend the ball as a true mafia princess.

Even Allegra has never been gifted a dress this grand.

I scrunch up my nose.

Wearing this dress would be my sister’s heaven, but it isn’t my style.

Does Dad not know me at all or doesn’t he care?

I have a feeling that he’ll be using me to make a dramatic statement to our family, as much as to the rest of the packs.

This dress is part of that. It’s why I’ve been avoiding putting it on for as long as possible.

I should be crowing over my victory. A luxurious, expensive dress is a symbol of it.

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