Page 144 of Harley & Her Ferals

He didn’t look this distressed when he had a gun held to his own head.

This is the first time that I’ve seen Laurent not being in control. But then, how could anyone have guessed that Dad was going to pull this move?

He’s not playing chess but Risk.

I take deep breaths, pushing down my panic and the overwhelming urge to cry.

“Then the Champion Alpha and his prize Omega,” Dad’s eyes glitter, as he looks at me like I should be pleased, “will be bonded to my heir.”

Loud, excited whispers rush through the room.

I freeze in shock.

I feel overheated.

Dizzy.

The mingling scents and pheromones in the ballroom suddenly seem overwhelming.

This was meant to be the night that everything came together.

The night that I was victorious as heir.

The night that I chose my bonded pack.

I’ve been announced as the heir. I can bond to River.

Yet Dad has made the last event of the season the most deadly. The loser of each bout will die.

I could be forced into a bond with a stranger.

And I could lose both of my Alphas.

I shake. My hands are clammy. All of a sudden, a fever rips through my body.

Another wave of heat hits me, stronger than before.

Something’s wrong.

It’s like a heat, but I can’t be experiencing that because I’ve been taking illegal suppressants.

Please,please, don’t let this be happening now. Not here, amongst so many rival, fighter Alphas.

Not when I’ve just been announced as the Omega Heir.

Then my pussy gushes with wetness, and I know that it’s too late.

My heat is unexpectedly here.

Please, no…

To my shock, I hear Allegra laugh. Her vicious gaze glances downward.

I’m soaking through my dress.

I redden, staggering forward.

In alarm, Laurent leaps onto the stage, blocking me from everyone’s curious gazes.

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