Page 137 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent’s expression tightens. “Ignore that bitch.”

From the gasps around us, I know that he said it loudly enough to be overheard.

Did Laurent truly just say that?

I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t part of one of his calculated chess moves to piss off my sister.

He doesn’t appear to care, however, as his flashing gaze settles back on me. “Here or in the octagon, you’re the only one who counts. All eyes are on you. Can’t you see?” He pulls me closer, as we whirl around. “Most of them believe that one of us Omegas is deadly and the other is harmless.Their mistake.”

“I’m not so sure about that after yourbitchcomment.”

Laurent laughs.

It’s free and unrestrained in a way that I haven’t heard him laugh before.

It startles and delights me.

It makes me want to kiss him.

But I can’t.

Not yet.

I crave to, however, so much that it’s killing me.

“May I cut in?” A seductive drawl asks.

Laurent pulls away from me.

I’m expecting Laurent to haughtily deny the Alpha, but as soon as we both look up into Harbinger’s green eyes, Laurent smiles.

It’s one of his rare, genuine ones.

Harbinger is wearing his suave white suit, waistcoat, and tie. His hair is tied back with a bone white ribbon.

His face is still a mess of bruises, but he’s obviously made some attempt to cover it up with concealer like my brother has his dark under eye shadows.

My mouth is instantly dry, remembering what it felt like only hours ago to have this Alpha’s cock stretching my pussy.

By the way that Harbinger’s gaze slides to my face, before he smirks, he’s imagining the same thing.

I force myself to scowl, trying to hide the way that I want to kiss his stupid lips.

Laurent gives a formal bow; the type that elites are taught. “Of course.”

“Unless I could dance with both of you at the same time…?” Pink creeps up Harbinger’s neck.

Is he blushing?

“Let’s not cause a scandal.” Laurent’s smiling, however, like he’d very much like to do just that.

I grip Laurent’s arm, as he turns to leave. “Stay close to Romilly. She’s at the base of the stage with her Omega.”

Laurent nods.

I watch Laurent anxiously, as he saunters through the crowds toward the stage.

Then I allow Harbinger to clasp my hand and draw me back into the waltz.

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