My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 23: I should have never been born ( Luther’s POV )
"Wake up, Luther! Today we have crepes with blueberry jam."
Lior?
"Come on, hurry up! I don’t wanna miss them!"
He yanked me out of bed and into the hallway like it was Christmas morning.
Five malnourished omegas blocked the corridor. Their leader—built like a box and missing an eye—stepped forward.
Great. The circus was in town.
"What?" I asked, already irritated. "It’s morning. My cell buddy wants skinny pancakes and you’re in the way."
"You’re Luther Wilkers," said the budget pirate.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"You’re too rich to be sold. Too important to sell yourself. Why are you here?"
"I’m on vacation," I muttered.
Unfortunately, the inbred took it seriously.
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