My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

My head is throbbing.

This is a never-ending day. Full of victory, yes.

But so tiring.

I wonder how Luther is doing at home.

Has he curled up in my closet, driven out of his mind by the scent?

Or is he in a cold shower, trying to get rid of my trace? Only to bounce back to my shampoo and body wash.

He could be a trembling incoherent mess on my bed, ruffling out my Egyptian sheets.

Hang on there, my puppy. I'll come home to you as soon as I put a leash on your daddy too.

"Father-in-law? You want me to give you my son in front of the media? To you?"

His low, guttural chuckle filled the empty deposit. 

I leaned my head to the side, looking at him.

I always knew our politicians are not the brightest minds out there, but this was ridiculous. A mindless worm like this?

My poor wife, is this really the man that made you so undeniably, beautifully broken?

I smiled. I always do when I am in front of inferior monkeys like him. 

It's a warning. Not that they are smart enough to pick on it.

Did he really just forget he was scratching his throat so hard that almost sliced down his own Adam's Apple with his nails? 

Just a moment of my pheromones. That's all he took. And he is laughing in my face?

My, my, this is the second hag I need to reeducate today.

And Luther is gonna pay me for the double overtime. Home. Trembling and crying.

I licked my lips, chasing away the thought. 

I've never been one to have such thoughts. Especially in the middle of business.

Yet, I found myself rather motivated.

"Cassian, darling."

I try to make my tone sound sweet. This took the old man by surprise.

Oh?

Could it be that the daddy and the son have the same taste in men? And it's me?

How - flattering.

"What will you do without me, hmm?"

"Don't overestimate yourself. Luther is still a useless omega. I'll just take him back and use him as a poor, disturbed and fragile omega. It will be enough to win me the presidential campaign."

He's just puffing out unthought thoughts- straight rubbish. 

His shaky breath fills the air with the smell of self-delusion and overpriced oysters. 

Is Colgate a sponsor for his adversary? Sheesh.

"Luther knows."

That's all it took. Two words to make him tremble like a leaf. Poor man looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

That could be good for me too.

Luther doesn't need to know if his father passed away. Yet I would tell him, just to make sure he knows I am the only one left to care for him. 

That would make him more - obedient.

Should I?

Should I just kill the old man?

"My son wouldn't betray me."

Is he trying to convince me or himself? 

I can't believe I am seeing the Prime Minister, a grown man, fidgeting and nervously scratching himself.

He looked so much smarter on TV.

"He would. I made your son dependent on me. On my pheromones. You know how easy it is to manipulate an omega with your scent. You've been doing it for years with your wife."

He growled just like the filthy creature he is. Cornered and helpless.

Someone call the dog catchers! We have a b—ch on loose!

"How do you know-"

"Don't underestimate me, Cassian. I could even tell you with what finger you pick your nose."

I cleared my throat.

Let's wrap this business up. Give the dog a bone.

"I am interested in your son. Redundant why. So you have two choices: have me as a son-in-law or be destroyed. I could kill you right now. It's been-"

I looked at my Armani watch. Just to pull his strings a little.

God forbid a man has a bit of fun once in a while!

Because he snapped. Starting tapping his foot on the dirty concrete floor like a toddler.

How pathetic. 

"It's been about four minutes since you got a sniff of what my pheromones can do. To get a story for the media, I'll just hang your body or put a needle in your arm. Poor father couldn't handle the loss of his son and gave up on life."

His voice shambles across the deposit.

"But they saw the pictures."

"Yeah. But I can make your body betray you. Make it seem like it has been much longer since you died."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Why wouldn't I? I have no trace anywhere in your life. I can't be blamed since I don't even exist. Nobody from up ground knows me. I have no family, no friends, no loose ends to be threatened with."

"Luther."

"I suppose. But he is in my possession. And I am not sloppy. I take care of what I own."

"You won't get away with this."

"Why don't you approve of me, father-in-law? I spent my days taking care of your son, taking such good care. Plus, who am I, Cassian?"

"Arrogant brat."

"Maybe. But I am not talking about your personal opinion. Who am I?"

He scoffed. Until it clicked to him.

"You-"

"Yes?"

"You're an underground titan."

"No, Cassian, I am an underground god. I have leaders and idols, celebrities and even your colleagues in my clubs. Getting high on my drugs. Fooling around with my weeds."

A step back. Fear. Realisation.

I continued.

"One swift hand twitch and all the puppets move as I desire. Do you want to be a puppet like them or do you want to whisper in my ear the next move?"

"And you just want Luther."

"I want him to choose me. I want to entertain myself with his obedience. I find him endearing."

I sighed and shook my head.

I knew what the old man was feeling.

I was giving him the chance to absolute power after all in exchange for something he already threw out in the gutter.

So he clings to my words like a millionaire clings to donations to escape tax evasion.

And I am having fun.

Just thinking about what I had next for Luther and how it will break him-

Make him mine.

"But he won't be fully obedient until his daddy gives his leash to me. A transaction. Owner to owner."

"You're a psychopath."

His laughter scratched my ears the long way. 

Such a poor vocabulary for a man so supposedly esteemed.

"Your answer."

He eagerly raised his hand to shake mine. Disgusting.

"You need to do your part first. Show me that you are a good sport."

Left like an idiot with his arm stretched out-

A drop of sweat started falling from his forehead down his cheek.

"I want you to visit Luther at my house. It's only proper for the father-in-law to bless the newlyweds' house, don't you think?"

"What?"

"Make Luther surrender. Throw a bit of affection, desperation-"

I stopped and smirked. I am teaching a snake how to bite. How amusing.

"You're a politician. I don't need to tell you how to put out a bit of an act, right?"

I winked.

He shook his head eagerly to approve me. Grabbed my hand and shook it.

His sweaty palms left traces of humidity on my gloves. Disgusting pig.

After dealing with that fiasco, I finally got home. I've enjoyed the cold air of the street.

The contrast of how burning hot Luther's skin will feel tonight brought me an overwhelming sense of excitement.

Upon entering my building, a strange smell hit me. Rubbing me the wrong way.

I slowly climb the stairs, trying to keep my composure.

Hopeless.

The moment I played my eyes on Claus wrapped around Luther-

Glued like a cyst-

I've lost it.

"Leave, Claus. I can't talk now. My body is acting up and your pheromones make my stomach feel like I've been stabbed.", my loyal puppy protested.

"It's just a heat. I can help. Let me help."

That's it.

"That's the duty of his husband, don't you think?"

And just like that, I've let my pheromones run free. May the best of you survive!