My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I just had to watch the only man I’ve ever loved kiss the psychopath who promised me he would fix him.

I doubt his lips are Ibuprofen.

I know this is supposed to be my punishment. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to rip his throat out with my teeth.

And yet I can’t do anything.

He has the secret to turning Luther into an alpha.

To freeing him from being poisonous, to fixing things with his father.

He also emits pheromones that would kill me five seconds after I breathe them in.

I’ve seen it work.

It’s not pretty.

It started with a twitch. Just one. His left eye jerked like it had heard a bad joke and was trying to roll itself away from the rest of his face.

Then came the coughing—wet, hollow, and fast. He dropped to his knees with all the grace of a sack of meat sliding off a hook.

Then the real show began.