My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

My useless son should be dead.

Then I wouldn’t have such a headache.

I should have left him in the pit of ignorance I threw him in since he was 10. He was doing good at staying quiet and unremarkable.

Maybe I could have secured him a marriage after all. Lucrezia’s heir was interested.

Or just let him be a toy for some sick daddy’s boy of my partners.

Yet, I wanted to be a good father. Save what I could from the trash he is.

Throw, recycle, reuse.

If he was an alpha, no matter how stupid he is, he could be sold off. Respected. A good enough puppet.

It’s not like he had all that much on his own.

Sure, he entered the Parliament at the youngest age in history- 21.

But he wears my last name. His accomplishment is nothing but a consequence of my legacy.

So, when Claus came to my office and told me he knew a guy who could fix Luther-