Page 182 of Harley & Her Ferals

Like tomorrow there isn’t a chance that our bonds will be shattered.

We’ll be shattered.

I wipe my hand over my mouth, placing down my half-eaten pizza. “Are you going to lose your beer virginity, Riv?”

River sniffs at his beer, before shaking his head. “I don’t like the smell. Here, wash away the taste.”

He places down his beer, before twisting off the cap of a cloudy lemonade that he passes to Laurent.

River’s kind enough to miss this experience, in order to support Laurent.

Laurent smiles gratefully, as he takes a long drink of the sweet lemonade.

“Here.” I rip off one of the last pieces of the pizza, also the largest one. “Don’t forget to eat.”

I pass the slice to River.

The happiness that surges through the bond, when River munches on the pizza, is enough to make me stretch out, purring.

Feral pulls me against his strong chest, encircling me with his arms.

“Hmm,” River groans.This is food porn. Feral is watching the Beta with devilish eyes. “It’s hot still. It tastes so much better like this.”

Laurent’s watching River as well over the lip of the bottle. His expression is softer than I’ve seen.

Laurent gently reaches out with his thumb to brush a smear of tomato paste off the corner of River’s lower lip.

River blushes.

“What do you think Harbinger’s pack are feeding him?” Laurent asks, quietly.

My gaze shoots to him.

Laurent has been asking me about Harbinger every day. Sometimes, multiple times. I can tell that he’s often holding himself back, wanting to talk about him more.

I understand.

Laurent can’t feel our Alpha through the bond like I can. Although it’s hurt me, at least it’s not simply an absence like Laurent has.

We all miss Harbinger.

If there was any doubt that Harbinger is the Ferals’ genuine Second Alpha, there isn’t after we’ve had this trial nine days apart.

Each one of us has been in agony in our own way because of being separated.

We want him back.

No one answers.

We sit in silence, eating and drinking, lost in our own thoughts about what we could win or lose tomorrow.

We have a plan.

Laurent always has a plan, I’ve learned.

Yet so much could still go wrong.

River licks the grease off his fingers. “It’s strange. I’ve spent years plotting my revenge.”

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