Page 168 of Harley & Her Ferals

River’s expression softens with joy. “Yes,please.”

He deliberately turns his head to the side, baring his neck.

Immediately, Feral bites.

River hisses, clutching at the sheets.

Feral snarls as he bites, rougher and harder than he bit me.

Yet River’s groan is all pleasure.

He arches, and his eyelashes flutter closed. His limbs become loose like he’s drugged.

It’s a long moment, before Feral draws back, licking over the bond bite possessively.

Then he crawls off River, looking smug. He pulls the dazed man onto his lap.

I card my fingers through River’s hair. “Is he okay?”

“He will be soon. Look after my Sunshine. The bond bite is intense for Betas.” When Harbinger moves a grumbling Laurent off his lap and onto the couch, before standing up and smoothing down his suit, Laurent’s gaze becomes sharper.

“Why can’tyoulook after him?” Laurent demands.

“I’ll be busy.”

“Busy?” Suddenly, the warm afterglow of the heat, best sex of my life, and bonds fade. Dread churns in my guts. “What could be more important? Plus, we have things to discuss.”

“Like?”

I struggle out of the blankets and crawl to the end of the bed in anger. “Like how the Alphas — in my pack — the two men who I love, are meant to kill each other.”

Harbinger’s lips pinch. “Oh, that.”

“Yes,that. We only have two weeks…”

“Nine days,” Laurent corrects. “The Nine Pits of Hell happen at the weekend. It’s unlikely that your Dad will allow the bond leave to delay it.”

Nine days.

It’s not long enough.

In that time, our plan must come together to bring down the Underworld. Simply escaping ourselves was never enough. We’d be hunted by Dad, Vinnie, and the rest of the packs for the rest of our lives, even if we ran.

There is no escape from the Underworld without taking it down.

But nine days isn’t long enough. Everyone’s focus will now be on the NPH. It’s the perfect distraction to cover our schemed uprising.

Yet if we rush into itbeforethe NPH, when Dad has us on bond leave, which we’ll be expected to spend in isolation together, then we’ll screw it up.

Dad will notice our move and catch us.

All of us will die.

“Don’t you care that Feral and you will have to try and kill each other?” I demand.

Harbinger blanches.

His pleading gaze meets Feral’s.

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