My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I thought I would enjoy this more.

Luther finally facing his father after learning about his betrayal-

I assumed it's gonna be snappy and savage.

Luther in the middle of a bloodbath.

Freeing. Brutal. Beautiful.

Instead, all I see is a frightened grown-up man, shivering and not talking. Now, that's not fun, is it?

It's disappointing.

Ah, it puts me in such a bad mood.

"So, mister Sanchez"

Cassian cleared his throat in a dramatic maneuver. His voice echoed through the whole restaurant, attracting more than one curious look.

I can't say I mind it. I knew he did it to get the attention, maybe one or two posts on social media. Rumors.

"You've taken good care of my dear son, haven't you? You even manage to make him lose a few pounds. He looks so much better now!"

Sure, Luther lost a few pounds during the past months. All that running away took a toll on him, but-

He was just as pretty before. Wasn't he?

I've cut him open quite a few times. He always had a healthy fat-muscle ratio.

Then why is he bringing this up?

To humiliate him? Belittle him? Gain power over him?

Who thought the Prime Minister is an Almond Mom?

I slowly sipped from my glass of wine. I should have gotten some indigestion medicine from the pharmacy before coming here.

A surgeon without medications. What has the world come to?

"I am sure Luther is eager to tell you all about it."

C'mon, puppy, I gave you a little push. Stop whimpering and bite already!

Cassian shifted his gaze onto Luther. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. A small trail of sweat caressed his forehead. His lips were tightly pressed together and I could hear-

Under the buzz of the busy restaurant -

That he couldn't catch his breath.

"Well?"

Cassian asked, annoyed. The old man was tapping his foot under the table like he was running out of patience.

"I've been doing good."

Cassian nodded without much care as Luther avoided his gaze. 

He's been doing good? Starved? Abandoned? Left in my care?

This is not the Luther I know. The one I know would snap and talk back and be funny in his rage.

This new version of him-

Well, he is weak. Pathetic. A version of myself if I had left emotions and trauma run me over.

See, puppy, the difference between us? I had my mom walk on all fours, destroying any bit of pride she had and you -

You didn't even touch your food because Daddy is looking mean at you.

It's pitiful.

"Well, this is rather awkward."

Luther looked at me surprised. Cassian put back his political facade of love, spice and everything nice.

"I can vividly remember starving you for a while. Isolating you. Oh! Remember when I convinced you to kiss me in the second week of your confinement? You thought cops were coming to save you! That was rather amusing, wasn't it?"

If a push ain't enough, then I'll shove you off the cliff. One way or another, I'll teach you to stand up for yourself.

After all, it's the husband's duty to protect the wife, right?

I can see Luther glaring at me with rage. The trembling in his hands told me to press the matter just a little more.

Dinner should always come with the show!

"You know what I am talking about, right, Mister Prime Minister? You scoffed in amusement when you saw the scene from inside the observation room. Or was it an angry scoff? I couldn't tell if you were joking when you named Luther cheap and available even for dogs!"

I might have exaggerated the last part, but the result was a top tear comedy scene-

Luther collecting his jaw off the floor and shifting angrily towards his father.

Cassian looking like that WW2 traumatized soldier meme in the branches.

I wonder if my grinning was too- unsubtle. In my defense, this was all hilarious.

The public looks that Cassian attracted at the start of our dinner were the cherry on top. 

Why? Because everything was about to explode!

"That's it! I am done!"

Luther is yelling and making a scene! How cute!

"Luther, behave yourself! Don't make a fool out of both of us."

Cassian didn't yell, but the subtle threat leaving his teeth felt more dangerous than my wife's little tantrum.

"Do I need to remind you of good manners? Thought the Tom experience was enough for a lifetime."

Tom experience? That's new information.

Given how Luther's anger dissolved into fear, an important one too.

I shouldn't interrupt right now, but since my little omega is backed up to the corner-

"Lior."

That's all I've said. Not through my teeth, not emotional or amused.

Just nonchalantly like ordering another glass of wine. That's where the true impact layed and where Luther's new ticking point was.

Of course, when my wife raised his glass in the air in such a threatening manner, I innocently pointed towards his father.

A little help with controlling his anger issues.

The least a good owner could do for their pup.

Now, I am about to disappoint with what happened next. My dinner spectacle ran short.

Why? Because it seems like Luther's father wasn't trained well so he still bites.

I have two options then: remove his denture or put a muzzle on him. 

One thing for sure, I'll make it painful.

As my dear wife raised his glass to break it into his father's skull and become an internet sensation, someone grabbed his hand right before the impact.

The lump in my throat could have been caused by anger that my show was put on hold-

But that was not it.

Killian's sleazy fingers tightening around the hand I own was the true reason. 

Or maybe it was Cassian's relieved smile and conceited glance he threw my way.

Nonetheless, I had to pinch myself really hard to not produce a massive gas chamber with my scent. The people around us would have died too and that's not good for the reputation of the future husband of the Prime Minister's son.

So I arched my brown faking amusement while the rat who drenched kissed my shoes talked:

"So feisty tonight, aren't we, babe?"