Page 57 of Harley & Her Ferals

Feral huffs.

“Is that why you didn’t tell me as well?”

He nods.

“We’re dumbasses. It doesn’t make either of us less special. It simply means that we’ve found the perfect male Omega for our pack, if Laurent wants to join us. But whether he does or not, we’ve struck a deal to help him. It’s going to be very hard not to fall in love with him.”

My chest tightens, when I glance at Laurent.

Laurent catches my eye. Then he drops his mask to send me a reassuring smile.

But only for a moment.

Then he’s back to playing the lounging, cold beauty, who has already won the hearts and knots of every Alpha in this room.

Laurent should become an Omega spy or assassin.

He’d be deadly.

I turn Feral’s head to face me. “Focus.”

He snarls, nodding.

“Rise up and no regrets,” I say for him because I know that he can’t speak now.

He bounces on his toes, swinging away from me to our corner of the cage. I warm up as well.

My mind narrows.

The song is nearing its end.

This is it.

We’re facing Vinnie and his newest fighter, Harbinger.

Will they be as deadly as everybody says?

Will Harbinger be brutal? A psycho in the ring?

I wrinkle my nose.

As Romilly has taught me, I won’t get caught up in fighting by someone else’s style. I’ll force him to fight by mine.

Harbinger will never have fought an Omega before, and that gives me the advantage.

When the gate swings open, an insane adrenaline rush surges through me.

Jittery, my jaw chatters.

I make a fist and take a deep breath.

The Hades are known for their theatrical entrances.

The fans cheer, as two tall men in hooded, black capes that brush the floor, sweep into the octagon.

The first man hurls off his cape to reveal the forty year old Head Alpha of the Hades pack, Vinnie, and the Champion of the Octagon until Feral.

He’s six feet seven with a body that’s a mass of scars. One of the rules of the Hades is that no one can tap out of a fight without severe punishment. His body shows the results of that.

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