My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 2: Stop, drop and roll ( Claus’s POV )
This is bad.
This is really, really bad.
Luther is lying on the surgical table, motionless.
His head is still bleeding—slow, dark drips trailing down his temple and into his hair.
That bastard must have struck him hard.
Too hard.
That could leave a scar.
God. A scar on Luther.
It makes my stomach turn.
This is my fault.
All of it.
I’m the reason my childhood best friend is bleeding out.
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