Page 134 of Harley & Her Ferals

My eyes widen, as both Alpha and Beta kneel in front of me.

My mouth becomes dry.

River kisses Feral, before he carefully pushes aside the ruffles to reveal my right foot.

River glances up at me through his long eyelashes. He bends to pick up my foot, kissing my ankle and then my foot, reverently.

Fuck, I love this man.

He slips on my scarlet heel with loving care.

Then he shuffles back, pulling aside the ruffles to allow Feral to run his strong fingers over my left foot.

Is Feral going to…?

Feral gives me a wicked look. He knows what he’s doing to me.

This is worship.

I’ve never doubted Feral’s love for me, and I know that he’s never doubted mine for him.

We’re the perfect Omega and Alpha pair both inside and outside a fight.

We’ve both always felt it.

Feral’s life in this pack has been hell. Without River and me, he would have been treated as nothing but a dumb, bestial experiment by the pack.

A feral Alpha without rights, feelings, or chance at bonding.

A man who deserves to wear a shock collar.

Yet Feral and I have fought and suffered together in order to change that.

And tonight, after years of blood and bruises, I can at last acknowledge our secret, forbidden love and claim him for my pack.

Feral kisses the arch of my foot, before slipping on my shoe in a move that should be submissive but is actually a dominant claiming.

Now, every dance step that I take, I will feel my Alpha’s lips branded onto my skin.

Laurent is still kissing my neck. River is kneeling and looking up at me adoringly.

“I love you all,” I murmur. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Yet can I really promise that?

The ball will be dangerous because every event with Dad is.

Tonight, when Dad names me as heir, he’s told me that I can choose my pack.

Except, Dad is volatile, aggressive, and violent.

How will he react when I name River, Feral, and Laurent?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ballroom, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

“You’re leading again,” Laurent points out.

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