Page 146 of Harley & Her Ferals

Although my skin is itching with fever, the air around me is cold and refreshing on my overheated cheeks because a fan has been set up on the nightstand.

I bet that River is responsible for that.

“Slowly.” River takes the water away before I’m ready.

I pout. But will always deny that I am.

He places the bottle down on the nightstand. Then he gently holds my wrist to take my pulse.

“Well?” Dad paces from one side of the room to the other. “I told you to report.”

I whine at the furious stink of his scent.

In my current state, it’s too hard to take.

I could tell Dad what’s wrong and I’m not a medical professional.

The slick between my thighs is hard for me to miss.

I don’t know how I’m in heat, however, because I’ve been taking suppressants since before my heats would have come in. It’s dangerous to take them long term. It was the only way to retain my independence, however, unless I wanted to be vulnerable during heats with Alpha fighters from rival packs.

In the Underworld that was too much of a risk.

I don’t know how the suppressants have failed now but I’ll simply have to deal with it.

Dad can be persuaded to let me spend this heat with Feral, right?

I need my Alpha.

More slick gushes from my pussy at the thought of Feral.

At the same time, however, the memory of dancing in Harbinger’s arms flashes into my mind.

What if I could havetwoAlphas? Two powerful, dominant Alphas?

Yet River hesitates to tell Dad the truth.

Why won’t he simply explain to Dad?

Laurent wraps his arm protectively around my shoulder.

Dad stops pacing to turn his glare on River. “You’re the nurse. I hold you personally responsible, if anything happens to my daughter. Do you understand that, you little shit? I won’t feed an orphan Companion who is worthless. If anything happens to my heir, then I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”

The terror for River clears the fog in my mind.

I struggle to sit up, even though my limbs feel like jelly. Laurent supports me.

I’m not used to feeling this weak.

“Don’t,” I beg. “Dad, this isn’t Riv’s fault…”

“Hey,” River urges me to rest back against Laurent’s chest, “don’t worry. Lie quiet. You’re okay.”

Stiffly, River stands up and walks toward Dad with his curls covering his face. He may be much smaller than Dad and only a Beta but he’s attempting to protect his patient from him anyway.

River is a brave man.

River stands squarely in front of the bed, as if he can block Dad’s enraged pheromones as well as his view of me. “Mr. Battle, may I request that you keep your voice down and your pheromones in check around my Omega patient? You are making her distressed.”

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