Page 234 of Harley & Her Ferals

His fingers are wound around Harbinger’s hair.

Laurent has a designer gray biker jacket on over his suit, but it’s been unzipped and hangs open.

It’s the first time that I’ve seen Laurent’s long hair be a tangled, damp mess.

His eyes are glassy. He’s panting and sweating.

Fevered.

He’s deep into his heat.

Like this, he’s cute.

I’m going to enjoy his heats.

Perhaps, for this time every month at least, Laurent will be able to relax and allow out his inner Omega without flinching around Alphas.

Feral stalks forward, vibrating with worry like he’s desperate to rip Laurent out of Harbinger’s arms.

I can see how much he’s holding back his feral nature, when instead he kisses Harbinger in greeting, before kissing Laurent’s cheek.

Laurent turns his head to Feral.

His eyes light up, and he begins to purr.

Feral rests his hand on the back of Laurent’s neck soothingly. “S-safe now. Your Alpha is here.”

“How did you keep him amused?” River rushes forward.

Harbinger simply winks.

The moonlight streams across the sharp planes of Harbinger’s face.

Having spent a month apart from him, it strikes me hard just how gorgeous he truly is. Also, that he’s real, not a dream.

Mine.

“May I check him?” River asks.

Feral’s shoulders stiffen.

He tightens his hold on Laurent’s neck.

I take a step forward. “Fer, this is our Beta. Not a rival. And who has the medical qualifications in this chamber?”

Feral shoots River an apologetic glance, before crossing his arms and taking a step back.

River pats Feral on the arm in understanding, before resting the back of his hand on Laurent’s forehead to check his temperature.

River’s expression tightens.

When he glances back at me, I don’t need the spike of worry in the bond, to read the concern in his eyes.

Then he hurriedly takes hold of Laurent’s pulse to read it. “This is going to be an extreme heat. Laurent has spent his heats with nothing but toys before. Now this has hit fast.”

Laurent is still lucid enough to raise his head and rasp happily, “Home.”

I glow at that one word,home.

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