My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 10: Hunger Games (Luther’s POV)
He left after that.
He got his empty bowl, his messy notebook and left.
Not a word.
Not an answer.
Radio silence.
He didn’t visit for a while.
I didn’t care- until I did.
I usually aimed the food at his head.
Lately, my stomach’s been second-guessing my aim.
My dad would’ve given me a good beating for this.
Like those I used to get in middle school.
"Complaining so much cuz you haven’t eaten in a day or two? They could do so much worst to you. And you’re weak, you’re gonna rat me out!"
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