My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I have no home.

I have no family anymore.

And I am trapped with a psychopath who might skin me alive one of these days.

What to do?

First on my checklist is to win his trust.

If I had his trust, I could gradually put space between us until I could make it out. Get outside where it is crowded and full of people.

How to?

I can’t suddenly act sweet or in love. He’ll catch on. He is not stupid.

But I can’t be me either. It will only make it worse.

I noticed after my heat that his patience ran thinner than a starving Victoria’s Secret Angel.

He keeps going outside since morning and stays out until midnight. When he is home, he runs like a rat in the basement.

I can’t go there.