Page 4 of Harley & Her Ferals

Sex sells, but pair it with pain, and you have a real moneymaker.

Feral strokes my hair back for a moment, as if thinking, before snatching up a scrap of thin, purple paper from the back of the cage. He twists it in his strong fingers expertly.

River passes these ruined sheets of paper from his tutoring to us, whenever he can.

As orphans within the pack, neither of the two men are allowed to possess anything.

The rest of the Battles can’t complain about them taking trash, right?

That’s all we are to the other members:trash.

Outlaws don’t follow society’s rules on Omegas, Betas, and Alphas. But their hierarchies are just as strict.

I study Feral, as he works on the origami with the same intensity as he trains his grappling skills with our Alpha coach, Romilly, or runs his daily half marathons around the estate.

The cage itself is decorated by hundreds of paper roses, which are wound around the bars of the cage.

Feral makes one for me every day.

I cherish them all.

When he’s finished, he gives me a satisfied look, before tucking it behind my ear.

I purr, happily.

“Thanks, Fer.” I push the rose more firmly into my waves, as if it’s priceless.

It is.

Feral can’t buy me diamond clips or bouquets of real roses.

My eyes burn with tears.

Does he remember what real flowers look or smell like? Or does he recreate these from the ones that River shows him in books?

Does Feral miss flowers? The sky?The sun?

How incredible must the moon and stars look like?

It feels like a myth or fairy tale that they’re real in the world, which I only know asAbove.

Yet River tells me that the rest of the world Above exists just like in the movies.

He’s sneakily shown them to me on Lionzio’s phone, especially the ones that he loves with the sexy Omega movie star from the Champion pack, Jex.

I hadn’t even kissed River but I learned a lot about his kinks from those movies.

There is another real world Above this one. It’smyworld that’s the twisted one.

I don’t miss Above, the world for people who aren’t outlaws, beyond these labyrinthine tunnels and entire town carved into the mountains because I never knew it.

At the same time, I long to experience everything that I can see online.

I’m in awe at the size of the ocean, cities teeming with different dynamics, and Omegas living in happy packs and not cages.

River talks dreamily about things calledOmega snuggle piles.

There aren’t many Omegas where I live. They’re not seen as useful, apart from as breeders orprizesin the fights…

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