Page 208 of Harley & Her Ferals

What the hell does Laurent mean?

Instantly, Lionzio stops trying to escape Feral’s hold.

He slumps against the wall.

River peers at Laurent. “You’re confused, la mia rosa. This isHarley’sadopted brother.”

Something moves sickly in my stomach.

Laurent still isn’t saying anything.

I’ve never discovered what pack either Lionzio or Feral originally came from. All I know is that terrible day, after Mom’sdeath, when a traumatized kid only a couple of years older than me was suddenly brought into the pack as my new brother.

Did Dad forbid Lionzio from talking about his past?

Acknowledging his own brother?

Yet Feral has been told all his life that he’s an orphan without siblings. He’s been taught to be grateful to Dad for fostering him. He’s in debt because he has to pay Dad back for taking him in.

I can’t believe that Feral is Lionzio’s brother.

That would be too cruel.

One brother raised up to be the adopted son and future heir, while the other was conditioned to become the pack’s caged, feral Alpha.

Except, that’s the type of thing Dad would do.

Feral sniffs Lionzio’s neck like somehow that will give him the answer. He looks lost and bewildered.

“Take your hand away from his mouth, Fer,” I say. “Let him speak.”

Slowly, Feral lets go of Lionzio, taking a step back.

The two men stare searchingly at each other.

Lionzio runs a trembling hand through his short hair.

They don’t look alike, do they?

I study the two men.

Lionzio has similar golden skin to Feral but is a foot shorter. Unlike Feral, he has neat black hair. But then, Feral’s hair is dyed for dramatic effect.

Lionzio has pale blue eyes.

One of Feral’s eyes is icy blue too.

I feel like the world that I thought I knew has turned on its head.

River is staring between the two Alphas with teary eyes.

His voice is small. “Lion…?”

Lionzio clenches his hands.

He turns to glare at River. “What do you want from me? I spend years trying to keep you safe. Then behind my back, you’re part of a plot that could get you killed. I know that you don’t love me. But I hoped that you trusted me.”

River’s expression crumples.

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