Page 92 of Harley & Her Ferals

They’re facing away from us, having a heated argument. But they’re going to see us at any moment.

Vinnie is dressed in his normal outfit outside the octagon: jeans, sturdy motorcycle boots, and a leather jacket with the Hades’ skull patch on the back.

I squint at the two men.

What’s going on?

Harbinger is smaller than Vinnie, which is made more obvious by the way that Vinnie has crushed his pack member against the curved wall of the tunnel.

Yet I know what an incredible fighter Harbinger is. I suspect that no one but Feral stands a chance against him.

He could get out of that hold. He could rip out Vinnie’s throat.

But Vinnie is his Head Alpha. It doesn’t matter how strong Harbinger is, he still has to submit to the hierarchy.

I know what that’s like with Dad.

Uncomfortable, I shift from foot to foot.

What should I do?

“It looks like Harbinger has a rough time in the Hades pack,” River whispers.

Suddenly, Harbinger falls quiet, sniffing the air.

Then he glances over his shoulder.

His midnight green eyes glow in the shadows, as his gaze meets mine.

It’s unreadable.

My mouth is dry.

Why is my heart beating so fast?

The Alphahole shouldn’t be having this impact on me.

Finally, Vinnie lets go of Harbinger, stepping back from him.

When Harbinger turns to face me with a casual shrug of his shoulders, I notice with surprise that he is still connected to Vinnie by a steel chain.

I wince at how bruised Harbinger’s wrist is.

Harbinger is dressed in a white outfit that’s in startling contrast to Vinnie’s leathers. He’s not wearing the Hades’ colors, but rather, a suave white suit, waistcoat, and tie.

With his silver hair, he looks like an angel, who was fallen into hell.

“Don’t you wish that Harbinger wasn’t our enemy?” River sighs, nuzzling closer to me, as he always does when he’s forced to be near the Hades pack. “Why are all the good ones knotheads?”

“Hey,” I say in protest.

“Apart from the ones in my pack, bella,” River assures. “My ones are the best.”

Vinnie finally turns as well.

He glowers when he sees me, crossing his arms.

River casts me a nervous glance. “What should we do?”

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