Page 3 of Harley & Her Ferals

Yet I ache to experience a heat with the men who I love.

I close my eyes.

Soon, fuck,please.

I feel a concerned caress down my cheek. Then I’m being dragged up by the arms.

I open my eyes with a gasp to find myself staring into Feral’s deep gaze. I’m unable to stop mine from dropping to his full, kissable lips.

Feral is the most stunning fighter in this illegal world of cage fighting and Omega trafficking.

Feral’s punky, neon red hair falls over the strong lines of his face and neck like flames. It contrasts with his peachy skin, which has a golden cast.

He’s a giant; I’m tall for an Omega, but he towers over me. He has broad shoulders and thickly corded muscles with defined abs.

He truly does look like his ring name:Devil Alpha.

MyDevil Alpha in secret.

“I’m okay,” I promise.

Feral arches a disbelieving eyebrow.

“I never could bullshit you, huh? I’m anxious. I heard about this new fighter in the Hades’ pack, the Harbinger. The Betas are fangirling over him. He’s been brought in to rival you. The rumors are that he’s unhinged, however, a psycho in the ring. I won’t lose you, when we’re this close to finding a way out. I fucking can’t.”

Feral slowly lowers me again, and I indulge myself in watching the play of his bulging muscles.

I caress his strong jaw, and he turns his head to nuzzle my hand. I reach up, smoothing down his thick brows, knowing that we both need the touch.

Feral is even more touch starved than I am.

He’s been taught by everyone but me that touch hurts.

Especially from other Alphas.

I’m going to spend my life showing him that it’s not true.

Feral’s large eyes are smoky with red eyeshadow and flicked out with eyeliner on the top to give him a sinful expression.

People don’t just pay big money because he’s the fiercest fighter but also because he’s the hottest.

Dad plays up to thebeautiful monsterside with the way that he dresses and dolls Feral up.

I’ve caught Dad studying Feral for just a moment too long, before a fight starts.

Dad’s eyes gleam with a possessive, violent desire.

It makes me want to hurl.

Every day that I haven’t earned enough to claim my Alpha, I dread Dad calling me into his study to declare that he’s bonding with Feral as his Second Alpha.

I have to get us out of here.

Luckily, for the moment, we’re too valuable.

Together, we’re the pretty Omega and hot Alpha fighting partners.

The elite, wealthy packs who lounge around with their wine, watching and betting on the fights, get a kick out of us being hurt, as much as us hurting others.

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