Page 96 of Harley & Her Ferals

I glance over my shoulder at Laurent, who is slinking behind me with his hands casually shoved in his pockets, as if we’re on a high society social visit.

Except, Vinnie is more likely lurking somewhere for us with a gun and not tea.

My male Omega is the most badass member of my pack.

Since Feral is my Alpha, I have no idea how that happened.

When Laurent raises his eyebrow at me, I take a deep breath and press my palm to the cold wood.

I hope that Laurent is right and Vinnie is so cocky that he doesn’t bother with high tech security like alarms.

I haven’t seen any cameras, and there weren’t codes to break into the main entrance of the Hades estate.

Vinnie is an old-fashioned Alpha.

He’s also an arrogant psychopath who doesn’t believe that anyone would be brave enough to break into his territory.

Or stupid enough.

Of course, that’s entirely what Laurent’s play is relying on everyone believing, especially Dad.

Hell, I hope that this bold move is enough to impress Dad.

I wince, as the door creaks.

Then I push through into the study.

Spotlights that illuminate the back courtyard in the darkness shine through the large window at the back of Vinnie’s study.

The room is larger than I’m expecting. It’s also a chaotic mess.

The study is rough and rugged like the rest of the estate.

Murals of racing motorcycles are sprayed in graffiti across the black walls. The scuffed, wooden floor is strewn with files, piles of papers, and motorcycle parts.

An ancient computer sits on a rickety desk underneath the window at the back of the room, beside a legion of dirty coffee mugs.

I wrinkle my nose.

“This man is as good at tidying as he is at being a Head Alpha, it appears.” Laurent steals past me, heading toward the desk.

I close the door behind me and follow my Omega in crime.

Is it strange how right it feels to be in a dark Omega duo like this?

Laurent looks professional, serious, and nothing like the sweet Omega that he pretends to be around Alphas like my Dad, as he settles in the leather office chair behind the desk.

He switches on the computer.

Then he slips a thumb drive out of his pocket, sliding it into the computer, before his fingers begin to type faster than I can follow.

Wow, he’s like a magician.

How many more tricks does he have?

My heart is still beating too fast, but I’m mesmerized by Laurent’s skill.

Are we really going to pull this off?

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