Page 164 of Harley & Her Ferals

“Killer…?It has a good ring to it. I should have chosen that for my ring name.”

I blink. “What’s your real name?”

Harbinger stiffens. He gathers himself a moment to think, while he obediently raises the coffee again to the beautiful Omega in his lap.

Then he sighs. “I swore to myself that I wouldn’t tell anyone, while I was still in the Underworld.”

Anxiety stabs through the bond.

“I won’t pressure you…” I reply.

“It’s okay,” Harbinger replies. “You’re not anybody. You’re my pack. Huh, that feels…incredible…to say. I never thought that I would. But you have to keep it secret. Vinnie has taken so much from me. I promised myself that I wouldn’t bare my neck to him. I don’t regret that I did. But I won’t let myself be called anything butHarbingerdown here.”

“I understand,” I say, gently.

He licks his dry lips. “It’s Chase. My pack name is Wolf.”

Chase.

“It suits you.” Laurent kisses Harbinger.

Harbinger finally relaxes, kissing him back.

Laurent ducks his head, licking Harbinger’s neck over his scent gland.

I smile, when I realize that he’s happily licking out the letters:CHASE.

Harbinger shivers.

“It does,” I agree. “You truly are a wolf then. Your tattoos are incredible.”

Our acceptance makes Harbinger’s —Chase’s— emotions settle in the bond.

He relaxes.

Seeing him outside his fighter identity allows me to see Harbinger properly as a man in the same way that I view Feral.

River is studying Harbinger closely.

I love that Harbinger has trusted us with his name.

I want to knoweverythingabout him.

More than anything, I want to work out how to take away his pain.

Finally, I glance down at myself. My eyes widen in horror.

I’ve been dressed in pink cotton pajamas.

Kitten ones.

The cute type that an Omega like my sister would wear.

I let out a shocked yelp. “Help! I’ve turned into my sister.”

Laurent tries to hide his laughter against Harbinger’s shoulder, but Harbinger isn’t much good because he’s already laughing.

I turn my glare on the co-conspirators.

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