My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I didn’t have where to go when Luther dumped me on the steps of Emiliano’s apartment.

I must have punched the door with my fists over and over again- nonstop until my bones crushed and after.

Nonetheless, it was for nothing. Luther didn’t open the door and I don’t blame him for it.

When Emiliano caught us, I did nothing but hide behind Luther from his wrath.

A coward. A wimp. A man who doesn’t deserve a second chance.

So I got myself up, no shoes on my feet, no dignity left and went to the only person I could- Luther’s father.

Well, not exactly.

I slept on it for a week, but couldn’t find a better solution.

I had no expectations from him, no hopes of getting help. Fair to say, I was expecting to be thrown out and left to die when I showed up in front of his mansion.

The same villa I used to visit every day when I was young and harmless to Luther was now standing cold and unwelcoming.

It might have always been like that and I just didn’t know, because Luther being inside it was changing the entire appearance.

Sure, it was beautiful. Marble floors since the entrance with flowers on each side of the path, dizzying the guests with their strong fragrance. Statues of whatever mythology you could Google search gazing at you from any corner.