Page 207 of Harley & Her Ferals

Feral points at me. “Heir.” Then he points at himself. “Chief Alpha.”

“Okay then, Chief Alpha,” I say. “We can lead this revolution together.”

Feral sits up, puffing out his chest.

“Vive la revolution and all that.” Harbinger groans as he sits up. River hurriedly scrambles to sit on the other side of Harbinger and slip his arm around his shoulder, when he loses his balance. “But won’t we need to fight our way out? Maybe we could put off the great escape until tomorrow, when the room isn’t spinning?”

“So, your plan all along has been an escape…? Were you planning to leave me behind?” Lionzio’s hurt voice comes from the doorway. Horrified, I turn around to face my brother. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Rebelling against Dad is a death sentence.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Heir’s Suite, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

“Lion,” I gasp in shock. “What are you doing here?”

The white suit that Lionzio is holding slips out of his numb fingers to pool at his feet.

My brother’s hurt gaze meets mine.

What can I say?

Will he run to Dad because he thinks that I’m abandoning him?

We’ll be executed.

“Delivering a suit for me, it appears.” Harbinger quirks his brow. “Bad luck for you. It appears that no good deed goes unpunished.”

When Harbinger exchanges a significant look with Feral, the Chief Alpha surges off the bed and launches himself across the bedroom.

“Hey, you don’t need to…” River calls, anxiously.

Except, Feral does.

Lionzio has heard too much of our scheme. There’s no going back now.

If my brother walks out of here and snitches on us, everything will fall apart.

I intended to bring my brother with me on this escape. He’s been helping us from the moment of my heat.

I want to mend our relationship.

It was meant to happen at the last moment, however, when our lives wouldn’t be put at risk.

I clutch onto Laurent’s arm, turning to watch.

“Fuck.” Lionzio tries to take a step back but he’s no match for the top fighter in the Underworld.

Feral slams his hand over Lionzio’s mouth, before swinging him away from the door by the scruff of the neck.

Feral towers over my brother. It’s obvious like this how much larger he is.

Feral slams the door shut, before dragging his captive closer to the bed. Then he cracks Lionzio against the wall with his hand still firmly against his mouth.

Lionzio struggles, looking at me to save him.

I wince. “Be gentle, Fer. He’s not a fighter like we are. Ease up your hold on Lion’s throat. Don’t hurt him.”

“You certainly don’t want to hurt him,” Laurent adjusts the rose clips in his hair, “since he’s your brother.”

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