Page 213 of Harley & Her Ferals

Yet thanks to my incredible bonded pack, this moment is finally a reality not only for me but for everybody who has been trapped down here in the dark.

Today, I’m going to lead us into the light.

It’s the early hours of the morning. This is a surprise move, before Dad and enemy packs are hopefully even awake.

We’ll be gone, while they’re still snoring.

I’ve changed back into my red shorts and t-shirt to match Feral’s outfit. I intend to go out of here as the fighter that I am.

Exhilarated, I turn to Feral, who is standing close enough to me that our arms are touching.

He is staring up at the high doors with the same wonder as I’m certain is reflected on my own face.

He’s never been in this chamber before.

Has Feral truly believed that we’d leave the Underworld? Or was escaping the attic as far as he could imagine?

He’s barely become used to living outside the cage.

This must be overwhelming for him. As usual, he hasn’t complained.

He never does

Still, I slip my hand into his, sending out soothing pheromones.

Feral glances at me with a smile. “W-we’ve done it, my Omega.”

“And now we’re jinxed.” Harbinger limps to join us in front of the door.

He’s supported by Laurent, who has his arm wrapped around his Alpha’s middle. Harbinger rests his weight on Laurent’s shoulder to take the pressure off his ribs and keep himself upright.

Harbinger is dressed in his white suit. Only, it can’t hide the vivid blues and purples that have been painted across the canvas of his skin this time because they sweep across his neck and face as well.

He truly looks like a beaten angel.

His silver hair falls loose over his face.

I like it this way.Free.

Laurent is much smaller than his Alpha but is doing his best to support him.

In their elegant suits, they look like excellent matches.

They’re a perfect Alpha and Omega couple —and they’re mine.

Harbinger rested for a day (with enough grumbling and insistences that he wasfinefor even River to declare Harbinger to be hisworst patient), but the moment that he could stagger to his feet, Harbinger insisted that we go ahead with our plan.

Laurent reluctantly agreed in order to catch Dad unawares.

After the Nine Pits of Hell victory, Dad is still in celebratory mood, swaggering around like an Emperor after our pack’s victory.

He’ll never see this coming.

Dad’s mistake is to underestimate every single one of us, while believing himself to be in control of everybody.

But now, he’s lost the control.

I offered something more tempting to people than his authoritarian, bloody regime:freedom.

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