My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

Selling myself to Emiliano Sanchez? Not on my bucket list this year.

And yet—here I was.

Playing cool when I was actually terrified out of my mind.

"Please?"

My voice echoed through his office.

Given his personality-

I would have experienced more of a hole in the ground with roaches and humidity problems.

But it was actually a nice large room with a window wall offering the view over the whole city.

Tidy and simply decorated.

Smelling of fresh coffee and warm typed paper instead of decaying bodies.

"You’re asking me to house and feed you. And you want to trade Killian’s secrets for that?"

"Yes."