Page 80 of Harley & Her Ferals

I’ve just found my soulmates and scent match.

What if I’m about to lose them forever in this hell?

CHAPTER TEN

Attic, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

When I wake up on Monday morning, I wrinkle my nose in surprise at the sweet, chocolate rose scent that cocoons me.

Why am I surrounded by softness like I’m lying in a nest? Why am I warm and not cold?

Someone has their arm slung loosely over my waist,and it’s too small to be Feral’s.

It takes a moment for my dream addled mind to catch up with the fact that I’m now no longer caged with Feral.

Laurent…

My eyes snap open.

Laurent is still sleeping. My heart softens at the sight.

Last night, he took pride in creating the best nest that he could for me out of the blanket, his designer gray jacket, and even his glimmering rose waistcoat.

I cringed at the way that he sacrificed his only set of clothes for my sake.

I can take a guess at how much they cost.

Yet Laurent stripped them off with relish, leaving himself in only pants and white shirt, tucking the clothes around us both to create the first proper nest that I haven’t destroyed.

It felt incredible.

Perfect.

Feral watched us closely.

I cast him a worried look.

Would Feral see the way that I rolled around in the nest purring as a betrayal of his own attempts?

Would it hurt his feelings?

Instead, Feral smiled, looking satisfied.

“Good Omegas,” Feral praised. “Th-thank you, s-sweet rose.”

Laurent blushed.

He actually blushed.

Impulsively, he crawled to the bars and held out his hand to Feral, who clasped it. “Kiss me.”

Feral didn’t hesitate.

He yanked Laurent against the bars and kissed him, sweetly.

I would have never guessed that Feral could besweetwith another man.

He wasn’t rough. He controlled his strength, remembering that Laurent wasn’t a trained fighter like I was.

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