My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

Finally a breakthrough and yet- all has gone to hell.

I can’t catch a break these days.

And I am surrounded by morons nonetheless.

I’m a calculated man—or I used to be, before Luther threw my schedule to hell.

The plan was simple:

Get Luther in the other wing while rebuilding the one he burned down in his little tantrum.

Prepare the lab at home so I can finally start working on his flower.

Get Killian to keep an eye on Luther so he doesn’t rebel yet again

And yet Luther had a chemical reaction to the gas I use for disposal of the weeds.

So I sent Killian there—well, in the next room—to keep him company. It’s the same situation as getting your pet an emotional support pet.

But everyone is either horny, stupid or both around me, because the nutjob started to have vent sex while poor Luther barely held to the conversation.

Now, in Akna’s defense, Luther was-