Page 190 of Harley & Her Ferals

Heisthe weapon.

Dad has been honing him into one his entire life.

Harbinger circles the cage like he’s taking a casual stroll. He stretches, before throwing me a wink over his shoulder.

“Our idiot,” I repeat, despite shaking with fear.

Three…

Two…

One…

The bell rings.

All at once, the fighters in the nine cages attack each other.

The crowd roar.

Blood spills.

Laurent whimpers and turns his head away. “I can’t watch.”

He nuzzles against my neck for comfort.

River’s distress shoots through the bond. I wish that I could wrap my arms around him as well.

Feral growls and rushes Knot King.

Feral is glorious. His aggression is born not only out of his feral nature but years of hard training and experience.

From his blood, sweat, and tears.

Knot King’s eyes widen in panic at the immediate attack. He attempts to wave the broken glass, slashing it across Feral’s shoulder.

Feral bares his teeth with pain but doesn’t allow it to slow him down.

Blood drips down from the wound.

Feral acts like he can’t feel the injury, however, driving the other Alpha back onto the barbed wire.

Knot King howls in pain, then again as Feral grabs his wrist and twists it, until he drops the bottle.

There are two ways to win fights: the complex back and forth with an opponent, until you outsmart them or simply, beat them into submission.

You never stop moving forward, only showing strength, until you dominate them.

Or you go in with such aggressive, forward pressure that you’ve beaten them from the first move.

And this is what Feral has done.

I should have known that he would, when not only his life, but also our bonds are at stake.

Knot King attempts to knee Feral in the groin, but Feral dodges.

Then Feral simply bites Knot King in the neck.

But not like when he bit River or me.

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