Page 60 of Harley & Her Ferals

Like this, he’s relentless and unstoppable.

We’re almost winning this match already.

I steel my expression.

Is this how Harbinger wins? He uses the power of his charm?

It’s not going to work.

When I throw another punch for Harbinger’s jaw, however, this time he appears to have studied and analyzed my style and is ready for it.

He grabs me by the shoulder and reduces the power of my punch. Then he yanks me closer into a clinch.

I struggle, using both my hands to grab him by the neck and pull him in close enough to stop him from attacking me.

Then I sink the tips of my nails into his skin as hard as I can.

Harbinger doesn’t let me go.

Fuck, this man has a high pain tolerance.

“Kitty has claws,” Harbinger murmurs, amused.

“My ring name,” I hiss, “is Cat.”

“Kit.”

“I said,” I say, through gritted teeth, “Cat.”

“Oh,” Harbinger’s green eyes sparkle, “Kitten.”

“What do you foreshadow, Harbinger? Pissing me off?”

“My little Kitten,” he purrs.

I deliberately sink my nails in deeper.

Harbinger only smirks. “Are you always this cruel to pretty men?”

“Only you.”

“I’m honored.”

“Don’t be.”

“We’re here to slaughter her, not to make love to her,” Vinnie bellows from the other side of the octagon.

Harbinger and I both glance over to him at the same time.

Feral has Vinnie wrestled to the ground now with his arm twisted painfully behind his back.

At Vinnie’s words, Feral growls in fury. Then he smashes Vinnie’s head repeatedly against the ground.

Any other pack would have tapped out. We’d already have won.

But the Hades can’t.

“It looks like we’ve won.” I smirk. “And I’ve hunted and caught you,puppy.”

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