My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

"Killian, you are the first to be invited to the after party no matter the bid! Gentlemen, Killian recently developed a new drug that erases any effect of toxic omega pheromones, leaving their scent sweet and harmless. He is kind enough to provide the future husband of Luther with the medicine on the condition that he gets to test him in private once in a while.", Claus’ voice announced rigidly.

Well, I’ll be d-mned.

This night kept the surprises coming. I haven’t had my blood pumping so hard since the last edition of Love Island.

Little hero Killian either lied to the Prime Minister or lied to me.

And given how he shifts from one leg to another in the middle of those lustful sharks, I somehow doubt I am the fool.

This makes the situation even more hilarious.

We have—

The Prime Minister selling the son he doesn’t own,

The childhood best friend Claus who sells his first love out not to one, but to a bunch of greasy old alphas,

The hero Killian selling out basically the access to Luther’s body,

Luther’s true owner wearing a wig in the corner of the room

And my poor wife, who is the object of the auction, that is sleeping peacefully in our marital household.