My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I lost control.

It never occurred to me that something like that was possible.

I always keep my emotions steady and tamed. I am a man of science after all.

Tantrums or implosion of feelings are for the weak. For the ones pathetic enough to feast on.

Nonetheless, I was pinning Luther under me, hurting him, distancing him from me. I needed to regain the power in our twisted relationship.

Which is the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen.

I’ve planned everything:

Their escape.

Lior’s death by Killian’s hands.

Lucrezia showing up.

Luther falling into my arms, ravished by his own carnal needs.

And yet, Luther was crying under me. And not the type of crying I envisioned.