Page 58 of Harley & Her Ferals

He has a thick graying beard and mustache, along with cruel, watery eyes.

I nudge Feral, nodding at the steel chain that’s wound around his wrist.

Is he going to use that as a weapon?

Then I realize that the long length is attached on the other end toHarbinger’swrist.

Huh, interesting.

I stiffen.

I haven’t fought two people who have been bound together like this.

Is it a new tactic or something else?

My heart speeds up. My pulse roars in my ears.

I can’t look away from the second hooded figure.

Why isn’t Harbinger pushing off the cape? What does he look like underneath there?

I hold my breath.

Then Harbinger lets the hooded cape fall to pool at his feet in a single flourish.

The room seems to let out a collective gasp.

Harbinger stands beneath the lights. They play across his sun-kissed skin and athletic shoulders. He’s only dressed in matching black shorts to Vinnie. The chain that attaches the men together looks too tight around his wrist.

His head hangs down.

His chest is tattooed with a gorgeous howling wolf.

His silvery hair is tied back from his face with bone-white ribbons but flutter to his shoulders.

When Harbinger finally looks up, the breath is punched from me.

He’s the most gorgeous Alpha I’ve ever seen.

Every muscle and sharp line of his face is a work of art.

But art that kills.

Harbinger’s eyebrow is pierced with silver. He’s been made pretty in the same way that Feral has but with a more Gothic twist. His cheeks glitter, but I can see that his nails just like mine have been turned into claws, only silver ones.

He looks like an ice-cold but flirtatious villain, as he boldly meets my gaze with only a quirked eyebrow to show his shock that he’s facing an Omega.

When his gaze slides to Laurent in the cage, however, I’m surprised at the sudden change in his expression.

Harbinger looks troubled and desperate at the same time, before he turns a fierce glare on Feral and me.

I have to stop myself from taking a step back from the deep hate, which has now frozen his midnight green eyes.

I swallow.

Why should I care that this Alphahole from an enemy pack hates me?

I’m about to kick his ass.

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