Page 216 of Harley & Her Ferals

A sweet Omega bursts into happy tears, hugging their baby.

“You did an incredible thing.” Laurent is studying me. “Not many people are handed power, only to give it away.”

“I’m not many people.” Joy thrums through me at the happiness of my pack.

“You’re not.” Laurent’s lips twitch. “You’re the woman who I love. The most beautiful Omega in both Underworld and Above. The heart of two packs, both the Ferals and the Battles. The determined, brave, and kind Omega, who we’ll prize and treasure for the rest of our lives. There is no one as special as you.The first Head Omega.Haven’t you realized that we’ve been playing the game for you all along?You’rethe light in the shadows. You’re everything, Harley.”

I blush, as a group of teenage Omegas giggle.

They’re close to swooning, fluttering their eyelashes at Laurent.

I don’t blame them with the way that Laurent is eyefucking me.

He still looks like the ideal elite Omega, despite everything that’s happened to him. He could be on his way to a cocktail party with the Governor. Even his long hair is immaculately clipped back.

Dad chose Laurent precisely because he is the most model-like elite from a billionaire pack.

Yet Laurent is making this passionate love confession in front of the entire Battles pack to me.

Harbinger pokes Laurent in the side.

“How am I meant to follow that? Shit, here goes…” Harbinger cocks his head. “Every wolf needs their kitten.”

“That’s not a saying.” Laurent pokes Harbinger back.

“It is now.”

I smile. “And everycatneeds their wolf.”

Feral pulls away from his brother to yank me against his side. “M-mine. Always.”

“Always, Fer.”

I let out a breath of relief, as Romilly appears through the furthest tunnel at the back of the chamber.

Romilly’s shoulders are thrown back. She looks like a triumphant warrior.

She’s come ready for war.

It helps courage wind through me to see my coach like this.

Romilly’s small, pretty Omega, Kenya, trots at her side. But behind her, ranks of Alpha fighters march out of the tunnel, filling up the room.

“Th-they’re f-f-from every pack.” Feral stumbles over his words in his elation. “S-she persuaded th-them all.”

I grin. “She did it.”

When I wave, Romilly gives a wry grin and salutes back.

My chest tightens.

Where’s River?

Why isn’t he here yet?

The room is filled with a mix of hushed chatter and nervous whispers. Everybody knows how close we are to the steps on the other side of the iron door.

The door leads to the Above, which some people were stolen from, but others have never seen.

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