My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

The biggest disappointments in life come from expectations.

Waiting for your dad to show up at your baseball game in the fifth grade because he promised? Disappointment.

Thinking that the heir of Akna Pharmaceuticals won't be late for your marriage setup date? Disappointment.

Wishing for your childhood best friend not to plan to kidnap you and have you into sashimi on a surgical table? Disappointment.

But those are all perfectly rational expectations, wouldn't you say?

But you know what it's not a perfectly rational expectation though?

Assuming that the psycho who had you starved and traumatized for months would actually take you out to movies.

That's not rational. Insane even.

Or better said- that's Stockholm Syndrome for you.

And early schizophrenia for me, cuz who am I talking to?

At least I have my drink. Half empty may I add.

"I don't drink sugary grass," he said just to (moments later) gurgle half my drink. What is he- a goose? A camel in the desert?

And what was that kiss about? And the awkward shift of his hand around mine?

Is this a new strategy? "The deranged nutjob is secretly a virgin"?

Somehow, that's not a ridiculous thing to say.

Nonetheless, my day is ruined.

My bad for - when promised a drink and a movie- expecting a drink and a movie. I don't know where I get these crazy ideas from.

Tell me why when I opened Emiliano's office door to tell him to hurry up already-

I get hit with his scent blend together with an omega in heat scent?

Not only that. No, no, no, no.

I get visuals too.

Emiliano laid back in his chair with none other but Killian's lover on his knees in front of him. Hands on the psycho thighs too.

I am interrupting.

"Puppy."

Well, smack me with a newspaper roll and call me a bad boy! Would you look at this guy?

Chummy and happy like he actually did something good. 

I should have stayed at home.

I had him ignoring me. All the house to myself. No bother, no expectation.

Sure, a bit of anxiety that he will cut me up and put me into a frame like a taxidermy Mona Lisa-

But giving the circumstances-

It was not that bad, right?

"Meet Damian. He is here to help us with my plan."

Ah.

Another experiment. Giving the scene, a special one. Now what?

Are you gonna make a harem with omegas with potential pheromones?

The jar collection is not enough anymore, huh?

To think I actually felt at ease for the first time in months just to be dragged back into your god complex delusions.

If you want to build a cult, get some lessons from Suguru Geto. At least he was a likeable perv. 

"No."

That's all I got in me. All those years of political debate and analytical thinking just to have trouble standing up for myself.

Political hyenas or psycho snow leopard who doesn't even roar properly -

The same in my perspective.

Nevertheless, the lump on my throat didn't let me more than squeeze between my teeth a weak no.

"Is it because Damian is Emiliano's boyfriend?", he asked faking innocence.

Yeah, right. 'Cuz now I am scared about being in a love triangle. Big brain energy there, buddy.

I banged the door, leaving the two to mix more of their scent and fluids.

He did not come after me. And I was left to wait in the lobby.

I can't exactly walk out. He might be a p-mp at this point, but he-

I-

Lior.

So I stayed. 

There was no reason to feel humiliated. Even more, I should take this as a win:

He gets obsessed with another omega and frees me.

Or kills me. 

Hopefully the first choice.

I should be happy. I am happy.

The tapioca in my drink must have gone bad. There is no other explanation for the twist I feel in my stomach. 

Why the air feels heavier.

Why I feel so lonely.

I let my head's weight on the cushion of the lobby couch. I cover my eyes with my forearm.

I'm tired. That's all.

I must have fallen asleep. I can see outside the window that the night lamps are shining.

It's been hours. 

He seems to still be in the office with him.

I should just go to the apartment. After all, it's his house-

I am not escaping.

I get up and walk to the front desk. 

"I need a cab, please."

My voice is hoarse. Too much sugar probably. Or I swallowed my tears too hard-

The reason?

Missing the movie, of course. What else? I really wanted to see the new-

…

I forgot the name.

"Puppy."

I feel Emiliano's hand lingering on my neck. A back hug. It's like he wants me to smell Damian on his clothes.

I got it. You're easy to have. 

"Where are you going?"

He dismissed the front desk girl with a lazy movement of his hand. 

"Back to the apartment. I'm sleepy."

I don't move. Don't look at him. Nothing. Still as a rock.

"Are you mad we missed the movie?"

He sounds teasing. His voice fluctuates from high notes to almost whispered words. Someone is in a good mood and that someone is not me!

"I'm just tired."

He caressed my cheek with his index finger. The softness of the gesture caught me off guard. Is he drunk? Why is he so touchy-feely?

Emiliano nuzzled his nose behind my ear. Like a lover does. Or an idiot with a Frankenstein issue.

"I could still take you out for dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

"You're mad at me."

Wow? Did he just use 100% of his brain to reach that conclusion?

Someone get this man a Pulitzer award!

"Because of Damian?"

A tease. 

"I missed the movie."

"We'll buy the Blu-ray."

"Nah, you ruined it for me."

I can feel him smiling on the nape of my neck. I can't wait for him to get bored already, get Damian and leave me be.

Then I can get back to the hyenas. They're much more merciful than you, Emiliano!

"Sorry, babe, our guest is already expecting us. We'll get takeout next time, ok?"

I scoffed. Now we gotta hurry? Damian is waiting, huh?

What's with you and the omegas that went out with Killian anyway? If you like it that much, cut the intermediaries and date Akna directly!

"He's already here."

Emiliano gave me a peck on the cheek as my world crushed on my shoulders.

Damian was not the guest. 

Instead, my father was standing in front of me.

Looking disgusted and disappointed.

So the same as always.

"Good evening, son."