Page 45 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent’s mask doesn’t drop, but his cool gaze assesses Feral.

“Stop growling, you feral shit.” Dad fumbles in his pocket for the small, black box, which makes Feral flinch.

Instinctively, Feral reaches up to his red collar, anticipating the shock.

Laurent’s quick, intelligent gaze notices the movement.

Instantly, Laurent turns to Dad.

He clasps Dad’s wrist and stills him like he hasn’t got a gun held on him.

“No need for that, is there?” Laurent says to my surprise. He’s smiling so sweetly that it could give you cavities. Except,it’s not real.He’s wielding his smile (like the pheromones that he’s suddenly flooding through the room in a thick mist), as a weapon.This Omega is dangerous. “I’m scared. I’m only a weak Omega. Won’t you show me where you want me to live now, Head Alpha?”

I almost snort.

This man isn’tweak.

Physically, Laurent is slim, although his jaw and shoulders look strong, and could be broken in half by every single Alpha, Beta, and Omega in the Underworld.

He appears to be possibly a year or so younger than me.

Yet he’s sharp, even if his sharpness is brittle…fragile.

I’m intrigued by such inner strength from someone who has been kidnapped from Above.

Someone who is prepared to protect the man who I love, even if he doesn’t know him yet.

Laurent twirls a strand of hair around his finger. “Please?”

To my shock, Dad smiles indulgently. “You are a beautiful little thing, aren’t you? How can I say no to you? I wish that I could keep you on silk sheets in the softest nest. I would build an Omega Chamber just for you. I spoil my Omegas, well, the ones who deserve to be bonded with me.”

My stomach churns.

Mom was spoiled with soft nests and gifts, until she didn’t provide Dad with an Alpha kid. Then her bond was broken…

I bite my lip to hold back the memory.

I won’t let Dad claim this stunning Omega.

Laurent may think that he can play Dad, but then, he hasn’t seen the other side to him.

I never want him to.

Laurent slinks closer to Dad. He’s like a siren with how honeyed his voice becomes.

He looks up at Dad through his eyelashes. “Thank you, Head Alpha.”

Dad looks flustered.

Have I ever seen him flustered before?

Dad drops the gun, holstering it.

He pats Laurent on the shoulder. “How about this? If you behave, tesoruccio, I’ll bring you soft blankets for a nest. How about chocolate? Do you like that? I don’t want to be rough with a lovely little thing like you. You’re used to gentle treatment. Plus, you’re a valuable prize.”

“What does tesoruccio mean?” Laurent asks.

“Little treasure.” Dad pinches Laurent’s cheek. “Because you not only should be treasured but are going to bring me ina lotof cash.”

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