Page 235 of Harley & Her Ferals

See, Laurent is all rose right now and no thorn.

Protectiveness flows through me.

Laurent risked his life through a shattered bond to save me in my heat. Now, I’m going to make this the best heat of his life.

The best bonding experience as well because I know how much Laurent has feared being bonded his entire life.

Yet those bonds would have been forced and loveless.

The ones that the Feral pack are offering him are willing and with a love that will last a lifetime.

Yet he needs to be asked now, while he’s still lucid enough to give consent.

“Put him down in the nest,” I urge.

I kneel on the side of the bed, patting down the center of the nest of clothes. I wrinkle my nose at the delicious smell of our mingled scents.

I’m glad that we finished the Omega Chamber in time now.

Harbinger kneels by the side of the bed too, carefully laying the writhing Laurent next to me.

River throws himself down on the side of the bed next to the plushies, searching through them like an overexcited goldenretriever. He drags out the toy rook, before throwing it into the center of the nest.

Then he retrieves the king and queen and adds them as well. “Ah ha! For you, la mia rosa!”

“For me?” Laurent glances around the room, before his eyes open in wonder. “An Omega Chamber?”

I push my hands into my lap.

Please let him like it.

I’ve never been able to do something like this for anybody before.

Laurent stares up at the glowing moon and sun light, the origami and fresh flowers, and the mural.

“Do you like it?” I whisper.

Laurent is an elite who has flown around the world. He must have grown up seeing the best and most luxurious Omega Chambers.

My stomach sinks.

Why did I think that this would be good enough for Laurent?

Laurent burrows deeper into clothes, before snatching the rook toy to his chest. “It’s perfect.”

Feral puffs up with pride. “Omega Chamber f-for my Omegas.”

“Thank you.” Laurent turns to kiss me.

His lips are hot and dry, but his eyes are cool.

Despite his heat, he’s still able to calculate more than I’ll ever be able to.

I’m certain that he understands what this room means to all of us.

I’d bet that he knows what we’re going to ask before we do. Perhaps, he’ll always be at least five moves ahead of me. Weirdly, that makes me feel as safe as Feral’s uber dominance does.

River opens the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water. He twists off the top and holds it to Laurent’s mouth, helping him to drink.

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