Page 151 of Harley & Her Ferals

To my shock, Harbinger is standing in the doorway.

Or more precisely, leaning in it.

He looks a mess.

His white suit is damp with sweat. His tie is hanging loose. The top buttons of his shirt are lost like he tore his shirt open uncaring that he was ripping them off.

Harbinger has fallen into rut.

His pheromones —rich and perfect— flood through the room.

I moan, as they pull me further into my fevered heat.

Then I sniff at the bodice of my dress. Harbinger’s faint sweet smell still clings to it.

But I need more of his scent to be added to my nest.

I need my second Alpha.

“Alpha,” I whine.

Harbinger’s electric gaze snaps to mine, as if we’re already bound together by a thread.

Mesmerized, Harbinger takes an unsteady step toward me.

Immediately, Dad raises his gun and rests it on Harbinger’s forehead.

I forget how to breathe.

Behind me, Laurent gasps.

“Are you dumb enough to come into a rival Omega’s territory, when they’re in heat?” Dad presses the gun even more firmly against Harbinger’s temple. “Where’s my security?”

“Taking a nap,” Harbinger replies through gritted teeth.

Harbinger is holding onto his control by balling his hands into fists. By how hard he is in his pants, I’m impressed that he’s so coherent…and has been able to take out our security.

Did my heat trigger his rut, when we danced together earlier?

I bite my lip guiltily.

Why the hell is Harbinger risking his life by coming here now?

Yet I’m so fucking glad that he has.

“Want Wolf,” I say, reaching out my hand. “My Second Alpha.”

Dad glances between us, before ignoring me and focusing on Harbinger. “You’ve forfeited your life by sniffing around, while my heir is in heat. Does Vinnie know that you’re here?”

“She needs more than one Alpha to increase her chances of surviving. Yeah, I was listening outside the door. Aren’t I wicked?” Harbinger doesn’t look away from me. “Let me bond with her.”

Dad gives a cruel laugh, glancing at me. “You’ve enchanted an enemy Alpha on your first heat. Smart Omega.” Then he slips the muzzle of his gun down Harbinger’s cheek, before using it to tip up his chin. “Vinnie is your Head Alpha, and there’s no fucking way that he’s granted you permission to bond with my daughter. He’ll kill you for this.”

Harbinger’s gaze becomes frosty. “Let him, as long as Harley lives.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Heir’s Suite, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

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