Page 225 of Harley & Her Ferals

Exhausted, after a non-stop day of working on the Omega Chamber with my men, deep satisfaction coils through me.

It’s taken a week of secret planning and hard work, but it’s been worth it.

Laurent is worth it.

After all, he bought this entire house. He also insisted on paying off Harbinger’s debts. Both were typically grand Laurent gestures.

Harbinger will never have to cage fight for money again.

None of us will.

Laurent wanted to buy a vast mansion, but the rest of us dissuaded him.

Feral and I are only just adjusting to living outside a tiny attic. Harbinger only wants to be close to Bliss and Piper. And River cares most about having a garden.

This cozy little home is perfect for us.

I named it Feral Nest.

It’s not a cold cage or mansion.

It’s our true nest together.

Still, it made Laurent purr with happiness to buy it for us, as much as if he was an Alpha, providing for his pack.

Laurent is the most dominant Omega I could imagine. It suits him that he’s the billionaire in our pack. Luckily, he has Alphas who are confident enough in themselves that they don’t care.

I was worried about our first contact with Laurent’s old Romeo pack. After all, none of the rest of us have had much luck with our own.

But when the Romeos discovered that Laurent was alive and safe, their joy and relief moved Laurent to tears.

I realized then just how close to his family Laurent was.

It’s why Laurent has been off visiting them in Sanctum for a week with Harbinger. As much as it aches to be separated from them both, Laurent needs his brother and friends as well.

On a Zoom call, his brother and the Head Alpha of the Romeos, Ambrose, tried to insist that Harbinger take a ten million dollar reward for saving his brother.

Harbinger refused it.

“Rook is my reward.” Harbinger hugged Laurent. “I almost died for him and I’d do it again.”

“You’remyreward.” Laurent quirked his brow. “You promised me a share of the company, Amby. How about you cash out what you can and give me that? I want to be an independent Omega. I’ll provide for my new family.”

Ambrose, it turns out, is as awesome a brother as Laurent told me he was.

He agreed.

Then he spent an hour in a grumpy battle of wits with Laurent, which screamed just how much he loved and had missed his brother, despite how much both men were trying to hide it underneath banter.

A banter that had Harbinger howling with laughter, despite Laurent’s pointed looks.

I could tell that at least Harbinger was winning over Ambrose.

“I swear,” Harbinger held up his hand in a heart sign, which made Ambrose snort, “we’re going to be besties.”

Laurent huffed. “My sociopathic brother doesn’t have friends.”

Yet I saw the look that passed between the Alphas.

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