Page 230 of Harley & Her Ferals

Harbinger knows the most about how the real world works Above (and not merely the elite, wealthy life that Laurent understands). As an Alpha, he’s been needed for signing and arranging the buying of the house and the business side of deals.

He’s also reunited with his brother and sister, helping them both in the coffee shop but also, with their secret resistance work.

Bliss is the most relentless journalist I could imagine.

She’s on a committed mission to follow in her executed parents’ footsteps.

I almost choked on my tongue in shock, when I found out that Harbinger truly meant it about Jin being her current case.

She’s serious that he’s in danger.

She’s just as serious about saving the rock star.

Yet the sad thing…?

Bliss is thirty years old.

Like her younger brother, Piper, and Harbinger before he met me, she has no pack bonds of her own.

She’s seen them forced on people too many times to trust them.

I hope that she discovers how fulfilling and incredible ones born out of love and equality can feel.

She still studies me with an understandable wariness.

Both Piper and her are fiercely protective of their Alpha brother. After all, he raised them.

When we first met, Bliss cornered me in the coffee shop’s kitchen. “My brother is the best man that I’ve ever known. Don’t hurt him.”

“None of us will hurt Chase,” I promised. “We love him. We’re safe with each other now. You don’t need to believe that just because I said it. But I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you with my actions.”

I drop onto my knees on the soft mattress, which is in the middle of the room.

I start building the bundles of clothes into a circular nest: Harbinger’s biker jackets, Feral’s t-shirts, River’s shirts, Laurent’s suits, and my spare pajamas.

I lean down to smell the delicious combination of our scents.

This is the nest that I dreamed of giving my male Omega soulmate.

I wasn’t able to build it, while I was in the Underworld.

Above, I finally can.

Feral leans against the windowsill. “S-shouldn’t th-they be back tonight?”

I scrunch up my nose. “Laurent text this morning that he hoped to be home with Harbinger before it got dark.”

I try not to show the worry on my face.

An hour ago, I felt a wash of fevered fear from Laurent, which was distinctly unlike his typical cool. Then a stab of panic from Harbinger.

I tried to call both of them, but neither answered.

I didn’t expect them to be able to, if they were riding back.

Still, I was unsettled enough to phone Ambrose.

Ambrose told me that his brother had already set off, however, and that both Laurent and Harbinger had been well, when they had.

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