My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

When the Prime Minister called me, I wasn't sure exactly how to play my hand-

But I think I did all right.

I ended up holding hands with Luther at the dinner table with his father's approval after all.

Well, to be fair, I was holding his arm to prevent him from breaking a glass into his father's skull-

But that's basically the same thing, right?

Emiliano was standing next to Luther watching me closely. I could tell he was not happy to see me by the light eyebrow twitch.

His little speech was also quite a frank indication:

"The deal is off, Cassian!"

His tone was cold and his gaze didn't leave my grip on Luther for a second. If he could have burned me with his eyes, I would have had my hand done Shish Kebab.

"No need to get so emotional over this, Mister Sanchez! It's only natural for a father to analyze all suitors of his son before approving a marriage, right?"

Emiliano tilted his head and smiled. I knew that smile-

Nothing good will come out of the forced arched corner of his grin.

He got up and gracefully wiped his mouth and chin, you know? Like a psychopath! 

"My hand hurts."

Luther said softly. 

He put his glass down gently. Then he dusted off his clothes and looked at Emiliano. His tone was gentle-

No. Scared and whimpering:

"Can we go now?"

Guess the question and the tone got all three of us- me, the lunatic and the Prime Minister- off guard. We just stood there-

Limp frozen, mouth slightly open, eyes about to pop out.

Well, at least that was the feeling that hovered over us.

Emiliano was the first to snap out of it.

"Sure, honey. I'm sorry we had to miss our movie date for this. Guess we don't really need your father's approval to marry, after all"

Luther scoffed. He caressed the bridge of his nose in an annoyed manner, making Cassian gaze at him like he was an escaped maniac on the run.

"Whatever. Let's just go!"

"Sure, sure."

Emiliano took his hand and kissed it slowly. Luther didn't flinch or reacted-

He just seemed disconnected from all of it. Like his body was on autopilot and he was dissociating from all of this.

Then-

Well, I didn't notice all the people staring us down to the bone until Emiliano started to yell dramatically. Around us, more Iphones than heads started popping out.

The red recording button from all of them made it seem like we were just targets for the public kill.

It was not far from the truth. 

"I love Luther! And he loves me! We saved each other and you want us to break up? Why? Am I not good enough? After I risked my life for him? For our love?"

He used Luther's hand, which was already in his grip, to raise his shirt-

Revealing a nasty relatively fresh scar that was badly treated.

This is gonna end up trending on TikTok for sure…

If this keeps up, Cassian's career is gonna be destroyed. No one likes a sour father-in-law.

And if Cassian is obliterated, then I won't stand a chance of having Luther back. Of saving him.

"But I love him too! I was the one sacrificing myself so you could save him!"

You want a yelling contest? Public humiliation?

Great. Two can play this game.

The only one losing is my aunt-

After this scandal, our company stocks will be going down!

"Oh, really?"

His tone echoed mischievous against the restaurant's walls and between the comments on the Instagram live.

"Show your scars then."

"I don't have any, but-"

"You don't? Then show some medical records. Something to prove you actually did something."

I-

What?

"Nothing? Well, guess everyone can be a hero if they are just staying on the sides. Ladies, gentleman and nonbinary class, the great Killian Akna! The one and only savior!"

My palms are sweaty. My ears threaten to burn off my head. I can hear the whispers. 

"Poor glasses-guy suffered so much and he is trying to take credit?"

"Such a pick me."

"Rich guys think everything is about them. Even the Prime Minister's son wanted to go with glasses!"

My mouth is gone dry and there is a lump in my throat. I can't breathe.

I can't breathe-

I-

I know what to do.

As 'the couple' was leaving the table, hand-in-hand, I gathered all my strength almost yell:

"If you love him so much, why did you spend the whole afternoon tangled with another omega?"

Complete silence. Not a word from Luther, not a glance from Emiliano, not a clink of a glass from all the filming public. All I could hear was my elevated breathing.

"You mean Damian?"

"Yes."

"But, Killian, he's your lover!"

No.

No, no, no, no.

Emiliano turned his face back to the public with teary eyes and a broken voice. He was about to give a show I was to be sacrificed in.

"He came to me asking for help. He said you are ruthless and use him just for the power trip. I-"

A short sniff from him and the beat drum of my heart pulsating in my ears.

"I wanted to give him a job so he could start over. So the money you have wouldn't cuff him to you and your sick needs anymore."

I hear someone gasping. Sounds of dislikes on Instagram live.

No.

What I really am hearing is my life falling apart.

I am a dead man. I'll lose my job. The company will go bankrupt.

Nobody will buy medicine from such an apha. Everything is ruined and I-

I am sure I won't survive Lucrezia's wrath when I killed the most precious thing she ever made-

Her only baby- Akna's Pharmaceuticals.

So I gulped my tears and accepted my defeat. Emiliano won.

Until Luther opened his mouth. Until my lover saved me.

"You're all so full of sh-t!"