My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I’ve just witnessed my crush kiss his kidnapper.

Willingly.

God, I’m late.

Let me rewind. This all started going downhill the moment Damian smashed that vial of blood—Luther’s blood.

Ever since, my last rational thought has been clinging to life by a pheromone-soaked thread.

Still, on autopilot, I managed to wring the truth out of that simpering wreck—Damian.

"I got it from Emiliano. He said if I used it, you’d go mad for me. He was right! Please, Killian... I was terrified in that basement. The couch was dusty, and they didn’t even have an air purifier! Do you have any idea what that did to my pores?"

Then he slammed the door in a fit of outrage.

By then, I was already drafting a message to the Prime Minister. I was going to save Luther.

I had a plan:

Kidnap Luther from his kidnappers.

Audition my company’s actions on the black market.