My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

My useless son should be dead.

Then I wouldn't have such a headache.

I should have left him in the pit of ignorance I threw him in since he was 10. He was doing good at staying quiet and unremarkable.

Maybe I could have secured him a marriage after all. Lucrezia's heir was interested. 

Or just let him be a toy for some sick daddy's boy of my partners.

Yet, I wanted to be a good father. Save what I could from the trash he is.

Throw, recycle, reuse. 

If he was an alpha, no matter how stupid he is, he could be sold off. Respected. A good enough puppet.

It's not like he had all that much on his own.

Sure, he entered the Parliament at the youngest age in history- 21. 

But he wears my last name. His accomplishment is nothing but a consequence of my legacy.

So, when Claus came to my office and told me he knew a guy who could fix Luther-

Make him an alpha-

I jumped at that chance.

Finally, my son could be useful. And right on time.

The presidential campaign was right around the corner.

Who could have fathomed that the guy Claus recommended was this psychopath?

Emiliano Sanchez.

A nothing. A poor brat clawing his way from the dumpster to reach us, the refined class.

And yet-

He might not be a bad asset.

One thing my son seems to be lately is a heartthrob for the most powerful figures' heirs. An omega is going to be an omega at the end of the day. Nothing but eye candy.

I have Killian Akna, heir of Akna Pharmaceuticals, on my right, pleading for me to save Luther. Of course, it's a silent beg since he hasn't contacted me yet, but I know what he wants.

On my left, I have Emiliano Sanchez, the faceless dictator of every underground institution and deranged genius.

And at my feet, Claus Sant, nothing but a rich puppet ready to dance to whatever tune I want to sing.

Who to choose? Who to choose?

I wasn't sure.

Emiliano comes with threats, but I doubt he has the power he claims to have.

Killian comes with Lucrezia behind him. If a marriage could be arranged between them-

Well, who thought Lucrezia and I would actually become a family one day?

And Claus? He comes with nothing, but loyalty and leverage on Luther.

Seeing Lucrezia on all fours in front of Emiliano rang the winner. 

At least for now.

If my dear son could do the bare minimum and spread his ankles right, I could use them all.

I can't have expectations yet.

Luther always has been no good without the right orders.

So daddy needs to teach him exactly what he should do.

It's the least he could do. To honor our family, to make me proud. He needs to defile himself.

Here I was then.

At Emiliano's door.

I wondered if my son would be upset. He found out I sold him more or less, so I expected a bit of resilience.

Nonetheless, all I had to ask was for him to make me proud. That always works on Luther.

The door was slowly opened, revealing a casually dressed Sanchez with bags under his eyes.

So you are enjoying your investment in my son all night long, huh? Fair enough, fair enough. Just don't damage the goods too much.

There are others waiting for him too.

Given the dread on the man's face I am assuming my son is not performing well in that area as well.

You can always count on Luther to be a disappointment.

"What are you doing here?"

Rude little brat.

"You asked me to come."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Like he is the one I convinced!

"Not a great time, Cass, Luther is sick."

He damaged the goods already? My, my, Emiliano, at least in the bedroom don't be such a brute!

"I'll text you the new date and place to meet."

I couldn't even speak. Who this b—stard think he is?

I am Cassian Wilkers for the name of God! The Prime Minister! The future president!

"Next time, bring a gift. It's rude to visit the newlyweds' house without bringing something. Who taught your manners, Prime Minister?

Then he shut the door in my nose.

Oh.

Oh!

My hands started to shake and I could feel a vein twitching violently on my forehead. It's meaningless to get angry. I need to breathe and think. Not yell and rage.

I am not a monkey. I am not like the peasants I am leading.

I am Cassian Wilkers. Thee future president!

Very well, Mister Emiliano. 

Two can play the witless card. So my next step was obvious:

I called Lucrezia Akna and proposed a deal. 

Why not Killian directly? The same reason you would talk with a ventriloquist, not her puppet.

Adults need to have a talk.