Page 160 of Harley & Her Ferals

Harbinger is pressing kisses across my cheeks.

“Please, please, please,” I cry.

Feral stiffens above me.

His breathing becomes ragged.

Feral’s hips stutter, before he comes with a final jerk, which pushes me over the precipice again.

But this time, it’s different than with Laurent.

It’s not stopping.

Feral’s cock also isn’t deflating. Instead, his knot is getting larger, pushing me over the edge of pleasure.

Again…and again…and again…

My cheeks are wet with tears.

Yet it’s because I’ve spent so many terrible ruts separated from Feral by cold, steel bars, desperate to experience what this would feel like with him.

We’ve both wanted it so fucking much…but also despaired that despite our fighting and planning, we may never get to experience this closeness.

This is life changing.

I can die happy, knowing that Feral has finally knotted me.

I just need one more thing…

Harbinger glances at Feral, who nods.

Then Harbinger strokes my cheek to make me look at him. “Harley, will you accept the bond of the Feral pack?”

My eyes widen.

It’s beautiful that Feral is trusting his new Second Alpha to be his voice in this moment.

I don’t need to worry about these Alphas not bonding with each other.

They already have.

“Yes.” My eyelashes tremble with happy tears.

Harbinger’s eyes light with a genuine joy that I haven’t seen before.

Then Feral presses his hard body over the length of my back.

At the same moment, both Alphas lower their mouths, one on each side of my neck, and bite.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Heir’s Suite, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

Wait, am I cool at last?

Is my heat over?

How long have I been sleeping?

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