Page 12 of Harley & Her Ferals

Instantly, he rolls off me in the cage to crouch protectively in front of me.

Adrenaline surges through me. My pulse spikes.

I’m not the one who is in danger in this attic:Feral is.

Plus, despite the dominant pheromones that are emanating from him, Feral isn’t the threat either.

My Omega sister is.

Allegra’s knees buckle against the wave of his pheromones. She falls against the attic’s door frame, clutching her arm across her nose.

“Animal,” she hisses.

Her normally sugary tones are low with vicious rage.

Allegra tosses her head with her straight, golden hair, which is pinned back with diamond clips. She’s tiny and fragile looking,wearing a frilly, blush pink dress withBABYin glittering thread on the front.

I hate that Allegra takes after our Omega mom.

Allegra’s sweet, submissive Omega look, however, is only a mask. She doesn’t bother wearing it around Feral or me, since he’s only fostered into the pack and neither bonded nor adopted, unlike Lionzio.

How different would Feral’s life have been, if Dad had decided that he wantedtwoAlphas as his sons?

My heart aches.

Allegra has the right as the First Omega to run the household and discipline those underneath her.

If I’m ever lucky enough to be First Omega, I’ll never abuse my power like she does.

“Allegra, don’t,” I plead.

But it’s too late.

She reaches into her pocket and draws out the small, black box, which makes Feral flinch but not drop out of his protective crouch or stop his growling.

Brave dumbass.

Allegra hovers her finger over the button, which will shoot agonizing electricity through Feral.

She draws out the moment with a nasty smile.

I sob, desperate in my powerlessness. “Please…”

“Knock it off, Allegra,” my brother commands, marching into the room.

Lionzio snatches the remote control from Allegra’s hand. He shoves it deep into the pocket of his gray suit trousers.

He looks exhausted with deep purple shadows underneath his eyes. His silky black hair is slicked back from his handsome face, however, and his crisp ivory shirt is perfectly pressed as always.

Lionzio has similar golden skin to Feral but is about a foot shorter.

With his neat black hair, pale blue eyes, and silk tie, he looks like a handsome CEO, rather than being part of an outlaw pack.

What elite pack did Dad adopt Lionzio from…orkidnaphim from?

I suspect that Lionzio was either stolen orsoldto the Battles.

Yet Dad refuses to allow Lionzio to talk about how he came to be adopted.

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