Page 36 of Harley & Her Ferals

I wish that I could blame my brother more.

Yet his loyalty to Dad has been beaten into him.

I can’t trust him with my plan. If I could, then he’d understand why I need to fight against him to become heir.

Lionzio’s aim to reform the pack from within is admirable.

Yet it’s only sticking a band-aid over a gaping wound.

I also understand why he’d fall for River. Who wouldn’t?

Plus, he’s the boy who he grew up alongside.

I hope that one day my brother can learn what love actually means.

I let out a frustrated howl. “Fuck.”

I throw myself at the punching bag in the corner of the room, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks on it.

“Someone needs to let out their aggression,” a singsong voice says from the doorway.

I growl in response, punching the bag again.

Then I glance around at Romilly, who swaggers into the training room.

Romilly’s black skin is contrasted against the bright white of her t-shirt and joggers. Her brown eyes are lined with gold, and her jet black hair is woven into large braids.

She’s tall with powerful arms.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m imagining that this is my brother’s ass.”

Romilly is the one Alpha, apart from Feral, who has truly believed in me.

As my coach, she has trained and backed me from the beginning. She’s never doubted me simply based on my dynamic.

My knuckles ache but in a good, grounding way that I need.

Romilly chuckles. “It’s better than really kicking his ass because you’d regret that. You love that uptight Alphahole more than anyone apart from—”

I swing to glare at her. “Coach.”

She holds up her hands. “I won’t go there. Otherwise, we’ll end up sparring, which is always fun. You know that fighting an Omega is the highlight of my week. My Omega, Kenya, is such a sweetheart that the roughest she ever gets is when she scratches me during her writhing heats. Apart from that, her vibe is more purring, cuddling, and waiting to be handfed.”

Romilly gives a sigh. Her expression becomes dreamy.

Like this, you could forget that a couple of years ago, Romilly was briefly the top Champion in the octagon.

Is this what settling down with the Omega you love does for you?

I’ve met Kenya. She is a genuinely sweet Omega, unlike my sister.

This is why I’m fighting so hard. I dream about wearing the same expression as Romilly is now.

Will I ever be that happy?

Romilly shakes herself, pointing at me. “But I’m proud of you. You’ve turned yourself into the most feared Omega, well,anywhere.You’re a badass. Nobody wants to face you in the octagon.”

I turn around to her, crossing my arms. “Apart from whoever is fighting me tomorrow.”

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