My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 5: Breakfast in bed with my kidnapper (Luther’s POV)
"Claus... don’t..."
The sound of my own voice pulled me back like a hook under the ribs.
Slurred. Weak.
Barely human.
But still mine.
Then—nothing.
Darkness again.
A soft, thick void that smelled like antiseptic and fear.
When I clawed my way out of it next, voices were already cutting through the haze. Muffled at first, like they were underwater.
Then clearer.
Sharper.
"I told you to leave it at home."
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