Page 56 of Harley & Her Ferals

But I care.

I glance to the side.

Dad has set up a giant, pretty birdcage that’s swinging from the ceiling. It’s brightly lit by silver spotlights.

He has a flair for the dramatic.

Laurent is posing on the perch like he was made for the role.

He’s lying sideways with one leg bent up. He looks like he’s in a fashion shoot forVogue.

He’s both the sexiest and most untouchable thing that I’ve ever seen.

He’s an ice prince in a cage, only to be won by his knight.

Dad knows what he’s doing.

Laurent is famous. Beautiful. A prize worth killing for.

His waist length pale blond hair splays around him. He rests his elegant fingers on his knee, while he studies the crowd with a half-hooded look that makes my heart race.

His long, pale throat is so fucking tempting that evenIwant to bite it.

I notice that Dad is pacing around the room greeting the wealthy packs in designer suits and dresses, while sharing a glass of champagne with them. He’s also keeping a careful eye on Laurent at the same time.

Part of me is grateful that Dad is looking out for Laurent, when I can’t. On the other hand, part of me is worried just how close an eye Dad is keeping on him and why.

Feral’s troubled gaze focuses on Laurent, and his shoulders stiffen.

I pull Feral closer.

“We’ll win our Sweet Thorn as well,” I whisper, snatching this final moment of privacy. “Two final matches.”

With great difficulty because I know talking, when he’s in this environment and close to fighting is almost impossible for Feral, he replies, “S-sorry.”

I pull back. “What do you mean?”

Feral’s distracted gaze settles over my shoulder on Laurent again.

Distracted isn’t good this close to the start of a fight.

Feral wets his lips. “S-s-scent match.”

My own gaze flies back to Laurent.

Laurent is my Alpha’s scent match…?

Well, that explains Feral’s reaction to the male Omega in the attic.

Feral Alphas are possessive and protective of their scent matches.

Feral is exactly like that withme.

Feral Alphas are unusual in that they often have multiple scent matches, possibly because their uber dominant natures crave them.

Feral is watching me worriedly like he expects me to be angry.

Instead, I snatch his hand with a smile. “That’s great. I knew that there was something special about Laurent. I could feel it. Plus, I didn’t want to share it before the fight in case it knocked you off form—”

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