Page 76 of Harley & Her Ferals

He’s hot like this, but I still pull a face becauseeggsagain.

Laurent perks up, however, assessing River.

I wish that I knew what was going on in Laurent’s head.

On the other hand, this is the Omega who hacked the web to create an Alpha identity, successfully convinced everyone for years that he was one, and on top of that is a chess Grandmaster.

He’s a genius.

He must be thinking so many more moves ahead than I can.

Excitement rushes through me, along with a sudden hope.

I may be physically much stronger than Laurent, Feral a hundred times more. Yet we now have a male Omega on our side who can outsmart every single person within the Underworld.

Yet Dad thinks that Laurent is nothing but a pretty pet.

And that’s an advantage that we’ve never had before.

When Laurent raises his cool gaze to mine, he appears to catch my thought. “Do you understand now?”

I swallow. “I do.”

“Understand what, bella?” When River picks up a rich buttery brioche bun, I brighten.

“I take everything back about these eggs, since you brought us a treat,” I exclaim.

River looks sheepish. “Actually, this is for…”

He holds the brioche up for Laurent.

Laurent crawls to the bars, leaning his forehead against them. “Don’t I feel special.”

River licks his dry lips. “Omegas should be cherished. Do you like these? I can make you something else, if you prefer.”

Laurent’s expression becomes fragile for a moment. “Would you? If I asked?”

“Of course. I’d do the same for my other pack members, but they’re on a strict diet because of their training. I look out for everyone, but my pack mean the world to me. I’d do anything for them.”

“I’m…? Am I your pack?” Laurent asks.

“If you want to be.”

Laurent replies by taking a hard bite out of the brioche, never breaking eye contact with River.

So, Laurent is a Grandmaster at eye fucking as well.

River is breathing hard.

Laurent chews slowly, before swallowing. Then he licks over his plush lips.

“Thank you, my Beta.” He rubs his cheek against River’s fingers through the bars, before kissing each one in turn.

He purrs, deep and rumbling.

It should look like a performance.

But it doesn’t.

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