Page 13 of Harley & Her Ferals

My shoulders slump. I wipe the back of my hand over my eyes.

“You too,” Lionzio barks at Feral, although his expression softens marginally.

I crawl to Feral’s side and brush my fingers along his strong back. “I’m fine. Let me talk to my brother.”

I don’t saymy sister.

I never want to talk to her.

Feral side-eyes me, before he nods.

I let out a breath of relief, when he stops growling, although his intent gaze continues to dart between my siblings.

Allegra reaches to determinedly link her arm through Lionzio’s, allowing a simpering expression to fall over her face.

Surely everyone can see how fake it is…?

“I was frightened.” Allegra allows her lips to tremble. I roll my eyes. “That brute was pinning Harley down. Aren’t you protective of Omegas?”

“Pinning her down, huh?” Lionzio appears to be trying not to laugh, before he shoots me a knowing look. “I’m sure that they were just practicing theirfightingmoves.”

My cheeks flush.

Allegra looks outraged that her snitching hasn’t gained more of a reaction and a punishment.

She drags Lionzio closer to the cage. “He needs a lesson in who precisely he is.”

Something flashes across Lionzio’s face. He pales.

My brother wrenches his arm away from Allegra hard enough that she stumbles in shock. “Who is he then? I wish that I could…” He breaks off, before his expression steels. “He’s a fostered member of this pack. The Champion in the octagon. And our sister’s trusted fighting partner.”

Allegra’s mouth opens and closes in shock.

Then her hazel eyes narrow. “What was I thinking? I’m sorry, brother dearest. I’m asking too much, aren’t I? You’re not Dad, nor are you Vinnie. You’re good with the books and numbers, of course. But you failed your Alphahood Test. It’s wrong of me to forget that you don’t have a pack of your own because you’re a weak Alpha.”

I wince at the same time as Lionzio does.

Weak Alpha.

In this pack, it’s worse than being called abad Omega.

Every Alpha is tossed into the octagon, when they turn eighteen.

Lionzio is athletic but is more into math than fighting.

He lost his first and only fight.

If he wasn’t the boss’ adopted son and such a genius at numbers that he’s trusted to keep the pack’s secrets and books, he’d have been thrown away as worthless.

When I turned eighteen, I insisted to be the only Omega to take that test.

I won my fight.

“Not w-w-weak.” When Feral meets Lionzio’s gaze, it makes me smile to see the way that my brother’s shoulders straighten under the more dominant Alpha’s praise. “Strong.”

“W-w-w-what?” My sister mocks, cruelly. “Ferals shouldn’t talk.”

I slam my hand against the bars. “Allegra…”

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