My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

Making an omega fit Emiliano's type was a difficult task.

Especially since I had no idea what his type is.

What does he like?

Delicate weeds or tough poisons like Luther? Does he actually like Luther at all? It's just a game for him?

Would Damian suffice?No.

If he isn't intriguing me, he won't intrigue Emiliano. The fact that any other alpha would sell away their houses and families just for a smile from him-

It's irrelevant.

That psychopath had a prison full of weeds, full of poisonous omegas at his will. So a typical guy won't do for him-

Luther wasn't typical. You could find sarcastic morons that snap back at you pretty easily.

You could even make a harem and play Suleiman around with them.

But that wasn't what made Luther unique.

He could back up that arrogance with resilience and pride. And that was exactly what made him hot.

Because the moment he breaks into your arms, it really means something.

But how could I teach that to Damian?

It's not that he is lacking arrogance or he wouldn't have enough of a foul mouth to strike a nerve or two-

But he is disposable.

Emiliano needs Luther for whatever reason-

Either the Prime Minister's threats

Or his own objectives.

And somehow, I doubt he is the type of man to be threatened. Rather, he is the one making the threats.

So, how do I make poor Damian secure enough not to become a fish meal?

Make him useful to him. 

There are three ways to accomplish that: money, lust or power.

Money.

Emiliano can't be bought. He doesn't care about money.

He has enough gardens, organs to sell and drugs to offer in the underground to generate a lifetime of revenue in just a month.

Lust.

Emiliano is as frigid as a piece of wood. The only time I had seen him lose that fake facade of a prude was with Luther.

Sure, Damian could mimic Luther, but it would need time and half a miracle to even get the atmosphere right enough for that to work.

A copycat is not as valued as an original nonetheless.

So Damian could try to play on the other extreme.

Be obedient. 

Fed into his god complex. 

Pray, humiliate and sacrifice yourself.

It could work.

The psycho has an ego so deep, even the Kraken could go for a deep dive.

Power.

This is the more viable option. Damian could pose as a mole, giving him intel about me and my aunt.

He gets on a bender of ecstasy by humiliating us. That's his weakness.

That's where we'll strike and he'll never see it coming.

"I am bored. Play with me already."

Damian's voice rang needy in my ears. Only the sound of it makes my stomach hurl. I am dreading it-

The overly clingy act, the fake cuteness, the lust in his eyes.

I agreed to spend a bit of time with him before sending him off to be shark bait.

It could be the last wish of a dying man. 

Correction.

A man who could die for me. And my selfish love for another.

"We still need to come up with a strategy, Dami."

He wrapped his arms around me, letting out his scent-

Marshmallows. Caramelised bananas. Raspberry syrup.

Overly sweet. Invasive. Diabetic.

It makes me throw up these days. But I can't refuse his little teases or he could change his mind.

So I smile and I picture Luther. And I get through it inch by inch. Sniff by sniff.

"We still have time. Plus, I am super cute, see?"

He grabbed my face in an attempt to make me look at him. Such a tantrum might have been endearing a few months ago, but now?

It's just sad. Makes me feel like a jerk.

Poor guy is trying his best to rip out a compliment from me, a speck of attention, an inkling of affection-

And I am trying not to hurl.

I see how he searches for a bit of reciprocity. As well as I can see his flushed face and teary eyes betraying that-

He knows he'll never find it. No matter how hard he tries. 

I sighed.

It's not like I hate Damian. He has always been there-

Somewhere close enough for me to use him and dispose of him as I wished.

A convenience I liked having around.

I caressed his cheek and tried clumsily to find the right words. A pitched noise filled my ears as I was lying through my teeth.

Maybe it was the sound of my conscience dying.

"I want you to return safely, Dami."

I didn't believe that. And I bet he didn't either.

But Damiano nuzzled his nose in my collarbone either way, trying desperately to find a bit of comfort.

Truth be told, I didn't care if, in the end, he didn't come home. I was prepared to feel a bit of self-blame, but-

I was going to have Luther and not sell two years of my life off.

It would be the best outcome for me.

That being said, sending him in Emiliano's grip without a plan-

That was just me murdering an innocent man for nothing.

I need him to either kill that maniac or to feed me a weakness that I could destroy him with.

A call disturbed our uncomfortable hug.

I reached for the phone a bit too quickly, leaving Damian with an unsatisfied pout.

The Prime Minister is calling.

Would you look at that?

"Yes?"

"Killian, my boy, how have you been?"

"Same as the last time you saw me collecting my aunt off the floor and punching your disobedient employee."

 A rough fake chuckle echoed in my ear. Sly old man.

"You got a killer punch, my boy!"

"May I help you with my son, Mister Wilkers?"

"Baby, what's taking you so long? You promised to play with me!"

Damian's voice reverberated through the room. Whiny and needy. Disgusting.

"Oh!"

And now the old man heard it. This could not get worse!

"I was calling about a deal regarding my son, but it seems like you would be uninterested. You already have company from the sound of it."

The old snake wants to make a deal with me? Isn't that a plot twist?

"Don't mind it. Continue!"

I put my hand on Damian's mouth. The omega started to squirm and lick my fingers seductively.

This is such a headache!

I grip his lips between my fingers. The gesture made him cross his arms and frown.

I muttered under my breath so that just he could hear:

"I'll make it up to you in a bit, babe."

That earned me a smile and a nod. Talking about gentle parenting, huh?

"I am unsatisfied with Emiliano's performance lately. I remembered my son was quite content with the marriage date I arranged for you two."

Somehow I doubt that.

Call me paranoid, but the pushing and the poisoning to the point of me barely staying conscious-

I would say he didn't exactly fall for my charms.

"And what's your business proposal? What do you want?"

"Ah, sharp and unmerciful. Just like your aunt. Good, good. A young man should be direct and precise."

Does he think he talks with Sanchez? Or Claus?

Because I am not like those idiots. To fall for such cheap compliments.

"I want you to get rid of Emiliano for me."

"Just fire him."

I was mocking him. I knew that. He knew that as well.

I couldn't help myself.

"It's rather inconvenient for me. If you could do me that small favor, son, I could see that your marriage arrangement with my Luther goes through."

Selling your own son to pay for the death of a man more powerful than you? How pathetic.

And convenient for me.

"Better prepare your wedding gift, father-in-law"

I could still hear his laugh as I was hanging up.

This is better than I expected.

I kissed Damian. Deep, raw, celebratory.

The ace in my sleeve melted under my lips.