Page 131 of Harley & Her Ferals

Unlike what Harbinger may think, however, I don’t care about money, status, or power.

I’m driven by the desire to rescue the men I love.

Feral’s pheromones become even thicker in the room. He’s pacing from one side of the suite to the other with his arms crossed.

As soon as I returned from my bike ride earlier, I took a shower in my suite and scrubbed as much of Harbinger’s scent off me as I could. I didn’t know what impact it would have on Feral.

I couldn’t risk it triggering him.

Yet I needed to explain to him, as well as bring him up to speed along with the others.

Of course, Feral still took one sniff, as soon as I walked into the attic, and started growling.

He’d never smelled another Alpha on me before.

He banged his shoulder into the side of the cage, desperate to touch me.

River, who’d been chatting to Feral, immediately broke another rule by releasing him from his cage, rather than letting him hurt himself.

Feral surged up and slammed me into the wall.

He buried his nose in my neck, taking deep breaths, while his hand settled over my crotch.

“Harbinger?” Feral licked over my neck, where earlier Harbinger’s teeth had rested.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Are you okay with…?”

“M-my Omega.” Feral nipped my neck in claiming little bites, before rubbing himself against me like he was trying to transfer as much of his scent to me as possible. Then his dominant gaze met mine. “M-my Alpha.”

Feral gave a dangerous smile like he was thinking about what wicked things he was going to do tohisAlpha.

I hope that Harbinger knows what he’s getting into.

But then, Feral will only break Harbinger in the best ways.

I glance at River, who is still swooning over Harbinger.

Does River realize how close he’s skating to the line with Feral? Or is the brat doing it on purpose?

As long as it’s his ass that’s at risk of spanking and not mine.

“Can I watch next time?” River leans over me, seductively kissing my cheek. “Wait, can Harbinger fuckmenext time? Or how about, if he fucks Laurent and you at the same time and then…?”

“All interesting questions,” Laurent drawls in a bored way, which makes River’s excited smile fade.

I try not to laugh, kissing River’s lips to tempt back his smile.

River is mySunshineas much as he’s Harbinger’s, and I need his warmth.

Laurent is sprawled in our nest. He’s picking at a cherry muffin but not really eating it.

He’s already immaculately dressed in his suit with his hair styled with rose clips, ready for the ball.

As an elite Omega, rather than a Companion ward or a feral fighter, he’s the only one of my men who has been given an invitation.

In fact, Laurent always looks like he’s just about to step into a ball as the Omega Prince Charming.

Until he opens his mouth, of course, and then he’s like an Alpha Grandmaster or possibly, Sherlock.

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