My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

The closer I get to the ending of all this, the more disturbed I feel.

It’s unusual for me to ache for home.

That apartment was always empty. I used it only when I needed a break from my work—just enough to clear my head and get a better view.

But I dread leaving this morning.

Maybe it’s because I am overworked.

Luther is not an easy pawn to have on your table. Or on your bed.

He’s unpredictable. Stubborn. Invasive.

But my final goal isn’t Luther. How very dull a dream that would be.

I need to make the world a safe place. A place where me and those like me can finally breathe.

All the years of research, all the crimes, killing, torture- all for a better world.

All for scums like you, mom, to finally die.

Why are you standing still in front of me so commanding?