Page 221 of Harley & Her Ferals

“Fuck.” Dad stumbles back, trying to block me unsuccessfully.

I growl, catching him with an elbow strike.

Dad attempts to pull me close to grapple me to the floor, where he’ll have a size advantage. But I keep my distance. I’m much faster than he is, dancing around him.

He’s out of shape. He hasn’t kept up his practice.

I’m taking him apart.

Around me, the audience aren’t cheering like the elites were in the Pits. They’re watching in a respectful silence.

This is the fight of my life.

All our lives.

It’s not for entertainment.

Dad is breathing hard.

He growls, stumbling, when I get in a hard knee strike.

He isn’t looking puffed up and arrogant anymore. He looks scared.

All of a sudden, Dad attempts to back away.

A sly expression slips onto his face. “Harley…”

He’s about to say an Alpha Command.

I can feel it tingling over my skin.

The moment that he says an Alpha Command, I’ll be forced to obey him. For an Omega, it’s impossible for them to resist at a biological level.

The bastard won’t be proving that he’s stronger that way but in fact, that he’s weaker.

If he needs to use his dynamic to beat me down, then he truly is a knotless Alpha.

But he’s going to do it.

Yet that’s enough to push me over the edge.

A red mist settles over me.

I launch myself at Dad, headbutting him with all my strength.

Taken by surprise at the ferociousness of the headbutt, it makes him snap his mouth shut. I’m dazed but I sweep Dad’s legs out from underneath him.

Then I wrap my arm around Dad’s throat. “Do you yield?”

“To you?” Dad rasps. “Never.”

I tighten my arm, careful to only apply enough pressure to knock him out. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. None of your kids were more than experiments to you. You played with us to see how you could use us, before deciding whether you’d throw us away. We were never your true family. Well, today we’re throwing you away,Dad.”

I choke Dad harder.

Dad’s eyes slowly close, as he falls limp in my arms.

I hold on for a moment longer.

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