Page 199 of Harley & Her Ferals

The Traditionals love Feral because his dominance makes him popular. Their knots may get hard on blood and death, but witnessing a feral enact an ancient bonding is an even more unique experience.

Fuck you, Dad.

Dad looks around himself in confusion. He doesn’t seem to know whether to shoot the Alphas or join in with the celebrations.

Lionzio clamps his hand around Dad’s ankle, when Dad doesn’t immediately holster his gun. “Are you going to say that they’re not bonded now, huh? If a feral Alpha dominates another and bonds with them, then that bond is unbreakable. Aren’t you interested to see how the experiment goes?”

Lionzio knows what buttons to press with Dad.

I shoot my brother a grateful look.

Our gazes meet.

Lionzio is protecting me like he’s always tried to. I wish that Dad and Allegra hadn’t tried to make us rivals.

Lionzio’s smile is bittersweet.

I understand it.

It appears that he’s always had River’s love, understanding, and forgiveness.

If he saves the Alphas who I love, then he’s gained mine.

Dad slowly lowers his gun.

Then he announces with a fake grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce the winner, Feral and his bonded Alpha!”

The audience burst into applause.

Feral licks over the bond bite, before turning Harbinger to cradle him against his chest and shield him from the audience’s curious and lascivious stares.

Worry stabs through me, however, when Harbinger’s eyes slip closed.

Is he unconscious?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Heir’s Suite, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

“Why isn’t he waking up? What’s wrong with Chase?” Harbinger’s real name slips from my lips.

After what Harbinger suffered in the Nine Pits of Hell…after he was prepared to sacrifice his life for our pack…he’s earned being seen as his true identity.

He should be seen as a man and not as his villain persona, which was created by the Hades for the ring.

There is no one apart from our Feral pack in the heir’s suite to hear me calling Harbinger his real name.

It fills me with fear that Harbinger can’t hear me either.

I lie on my bed as close to Harbinger as I can. I make sure that as much of my bare skin is touching his as possible.

Will it help?

But it’s difficult because I’m still wearing the ripped, gray silk dress with cloth roses climbing over the shoulders.

Will my pheromones and scent, however, pull the Alpha back to consciousness?

I stroke the hair out of Harbinger’s face.

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