My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I’ll admit it—I lost control.

That hardly ever happens.

But watching that ridiculous clown kiss Luther... it hit a nerve. I’m not proud of how I reacted.

I’ve let things get too soft. Got too comfortable.

Living like we’re some kind of normal couple—like that somehow excuses letting my guard down.

I got used to being with him. The quiet parts. The fantasy of being married.

Big mistake.

I forgot what he really is: a tool. A vessel. The core of my future plan.

He’s not my partner. He’s not there to be pampered or entertained.

He’s a project. A job. Someone to handle.

I can’t allow these little outbursts. Even if they come wrapped in charm and drama.

They’re distractions. Dangerous ones.