Page 203 of Harley & Her Ferals

Harbinger’s eyes glint like he’s impressed with Feral’s graphic detail and is adding it to his Dark Romance Ways to Impress my Pack.

I grimace. Harbinger is rubbing off on Feral.

River looks delighted, leaning over to kiss Harbinger. “I love you.”

Feral snarls his agreement.

Laurent stands in shock, crushing the chess piece in his hand. “Resistance, huh?”

“Surprised?” Harbinger smirks but then, his smile wavers. “Why aren’t you joining the kissing and hugging and…?”

Laurent cocks his head, before he says like it’s a secret code phrase: “You are still heard.”

What does he mean?

Harbinger’s eyes widen, however, and he struggles out of our holds to sit up.

He winces, clasping his side.

He studies Laurent, before he replies back ritualistically, “You are still heard.”

Laurent lets out a breath, before hurling down the rook and taking the final step to the bed.

He kneels on the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around Harbinger’s neck. Then he kisses Harbinger, deeply and passionately.

He kisses the Alpha like he thought that he truly would lose him.

With all the desperation that he hadn’t allowed himself to show us when trying to remain strong, while Harbinger had been unconscious.

Then Laurent draws back, panting.

He rests his forehead against Harbinger’s. “So, it looks like we’rebothresistance.”

“We’re the good guys. Isn’t that funny?” Harbinger replies.

“Or as the President would say, we’re terrorists who deserve to be hunted and executed,” Laurent says, dryly.

“You saytomato, I saytomato.” Harbinger shrugs.

Laurent kisses Harbinger again. “Don’t leave me again.Don’t die. You’re my Alpha, and I need you. I love you.”

Harbinger looks bewildered like he hadn’t expected to hear such a fervent confession from Laurent.

The tips of Harbinger’s ears redden. “I’ll try, Rook.”

Both River and Feral appear confused.

Feral sits up, defensively pulling River onto his knee, despite his bandaged shoulder. “T-terrorists? Hunted and executed?”

I carefully sit up as well.

The Above doesn’t sound as different to the Underworld as I’d once thought.

Laurent exchanges a glance with Harbinger, before giving him a nod.

Harbinger draws back from Laurent but reaches to clasp his hand. “The Above isn’t this land of candy, puppies, and shit. It has its problems too. Omegas don’t have equal rights. All the dynamics have to act their roles, and if they don’t, they can be sent to the Institute or Alpha Center to be conditioned to be moredynamic appropriate. Some of us are part of an illegal resistance.”

Executed…

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