My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

Selling myself to Emiliano Sanchez? Not on my bucket list this year.

And yet—here I was.

Playing cool when I was actually terrified out of my mind.

"Please?"

My voice echoed through his office.

Given his personality-

 I would have experienced more of a hole in the ground with roaches and humidity problems.

But it was actually a nice large room with a window wall offering the view over the whole city. 

Tidy and simply decorated.

Smelling of fresh coffee and warm typed paper instead of decaying bodies.

"You're asking me to house and feed you. And you want to trade Killian's secrets for that?"

"Yes."

He smiled softly.

Sitting in the wooden chair, he should have looked like an old man- given the outdated glasses and the scars around the eyes.

But-

The way the Armani suit hugged his fit figure,

His hair being tight in a loose ponytail, couple of strands straying away on his cheeks,

His long fingers playing with the pen as he amused himself with my present,

You would say this 5' 9" man is the devil himself.

If I weren't such a loyal man, I would even say he was hot.

Nonetheless, at least that will make my mission somewhat easier.

"Huh."

His voice was low. Deep. Maybe a bit cracked, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Are you going to refuse me?"

I closed the distance between us.

Gracefully, sat on his desk with my back turned at him-

Only stealing glances from behind my shoulder.

Please, God, let me get out of here alive!

Ok, ok. 

I need to control my breathing. Let out a few pheromones. Play around a little.

I am Damian Virelli! 

I have had alpha falling at my feet since I was 12.

All I need to do is play with my hair,

Maybe flutter my lashes a little bit

And pout.

Psychopath or not, you're mine, Emiliano Sanchez!

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I want to show you I take care of those who help me."

"Oh? And how do you do that?"

I gulped. It's working.

He is flirting back!

I move my body in a lingering, lazy swift. 

I kneel in front of him.

From what Killian told me, this guy was obsessed with being a god. 

So I was ready for my prayers.

Just to show how much of a good boy I could be for him.

I placed my head on his knee and looked up.

In all the years I've been alive, I've learned one thing:

Three things will make you weak and obedient no matter what-

Money.

Death.

And my blue eyes.

He looked at me amused.

"Do you always flirt with married men?"

His voice sounded half like a tease, half like a threat. And I was not about to be punished just yet!

"I don't see a ring on your finger."

He looked at his hand in confusion. Mumbled something under his breath.

This is good.

If we keep up this way, Killian will be mine in no time.

"What do you actually want?" he asked, still gazing at his finger.

Hello?

You have a beautiful, gorgeous, out-of-this-world omega kneeling in front of you and you are looking at your absent wedding ring?

Hello?!

"Get up!"

His voice changed. It was no longer soft and amused.

The sharpness of his tone was threatening to cut even the windows behind him.

I am in danger!

I quickly got up and straightened my spine.

It's fine. I am pretty and smart and I can get along with everybody!

Even deranged psychopaths!

"I don't want your services."

Rude.

"But I could use you. If you are up to it."

Is this a new type of flirting? Or just a weird k-nk?

"You are a born omega, right?"

What kind of stupid question is that? Are there other types of omegas?

Whatever.

Better not to anger him any further.

I nodded slightly. 

"Good. A weed?"

"A non-toxic omega, yes."

He waved dismissively his hand.

Alpha don't have a bit of respect for us-

And they fear the toxic ones. 

If it were it for me, I would get rid of them all. Except one.

Killian. I am doing this for him.

"Good. Are you afraid of needles, Damian?"

His tone was getting sweeter yet again.

Yet the danger didn't pass- it intensified.

The small amount of pheromones he let out made it impossible for me to breathe.

To think.

To feel anything.

But him.

I was burning up with fever. Despite my better judgment yelling at me to run-

My body froze in a trembling mess.

It was triggering my heat.

The door burst open, interrupting the moment.

And - thank God- the smell.

In the doorframe, Luther was sipping boba tea.

His hair was styled, his clothes looked neat and his face had not a trace of imperfection.

Except for the very blue dark circles.

Now that I look closer, Emiliano has them too.

Oh.

Hah.

What a fool I am! Killian doesn't want to save Luther.

Luther is already safe.

He wants to get Luther away from Emiliano.

He is jealous.

And I am being used.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Luther seemed to be unaffected by the room reeking of my scent and Emiliano's combined.

If it wasn't for the slight eyebrow twitch, I would have believed his nonchalant act.

"Puppy."

The psycho made sure to enunciate every letter. What a couple of weirdos!

"Meet Damian. He will help us with our plan from now on."

The omega stopped slurping.

He raised his raging gaze towards Emiliano and scoffed.

Does he not fear him?

"No."

Luther's voice sounded determined. What was this plan about?

"It's because Damian is Killian's boyfriend?", Emiliano asked innocently.

Me? Killian's boyfriend? Is that what they think?

God, please let this be the manifesting of what will be in the future!

Luther closed the door with a bang. The vibration mirrored through the walls until it reached the windows.

It made a creaking sound so loud, it made you arch your spine.

"Excuse him.",Emiliano smiled." He's still in training."

And what was that supposed to mean?

Emiliano took my hand and kissed it softly. My heart almost skipped a beat.

His cold, cracked lips on my skin-

"Looking forward to working with you, Mr. Damian. Please report back to Killian that I said hi as well!"

He winked.

So he knew what I was really doing here from the beginning —

Why am I not dead yet then?…