My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I didn’t have much time to think. Honestly, my body moved on its own.

It wasn’t until I was covering Luther’s body with my own behind the stone counter of the kitchen, I could finally grasp what happened.

Not because of my raised pulse or the deafening sound threatening to break my eardrums, but because of my wife’s shivering.

I covered his ears more tightly as my hearing was still recovering slowly.

Thick smoke surrounded us, burning out lungs and making our eyes water.

I pushed Luther’s head deeply in my collarbone as I covered it rapidly with my shirt.

We were not safe yet.

Far from it.

I could hear the steps reaching the door.

Was Tom still alive?

Was Damian? Was he the one who sold Luther’s location out?

Questions that could still await their answers.