My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

My head is throbbing.

This is a never-ending day. Full of victory, yes.

But so tiring.

I wonder how Luther is doing at home.

Has he curled up in my closet, driven out of his mind by the scent?

Or is he in a cold shower, trying to get rid of my trace? Only to bounce back to my shampoo and body wash.

He could be a trembling incoherent mess on my bed, ruffling out my Egyptian sheets.

Hang on there, my puppy. I’ll come home to you as soon as I put a leash on your daddy too.

"Father-in-law? You want me to give you my son in front of the media? To you?"

His low, guttural chuckle filled the empty deposit.

I leaned my head to the side, looking at him.

I always knew our politicians are not the brightest minds out there, but this was ridiculous. A mindless worm like this?