My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas Chapter 143: Uninvited guest ( Killian’s POV )

"How is the research going?"

"We’ve created a chemical compound that is toxic to ogas with minimal effects on alphas. It affects the provisional womb of an oga male, causing an infection hard to find on dical scan."

"How long until death?"

"About a week."

"Too much."

"Anything more rash will show on the blood tests. It’s the safest option, aunt."

"Fine."

Lucrezia sat right on my desk, on top of the papers I had been working on for weeks.

Her heel grazed the edge of a chart I had spent hours formatting.

She tapped her foot, rapid and sharp, scattering my focus with each beat.

The brand label on her dress caught the light. It looked new, expensive.

Her hair was pulled into a loose updo, strands slipping out as if she didn’t care how it held.

She leaned slightly, adjusting her position without moving off the docunts. I could see the smudge from her shoe on the margin of a critical page.

I tried to reach for a folder, but she shifted again, covering it entirely.

The tapping didn’t stop.

She crossed one ankle over the other, the small heel swinging just above my notes.

I stacked the rest of my papers to the side, but she let her foot drop back down, the motion brushing them toward the edge.

I wanted her to move. She didn’t. Every second she stayed there, the rhythm of her foot seed louder, faster.

"How long until I have the compound put in the free secondary-gender birth control?"

"A day or two."

"Why are you so efficient, Killian? In all 20 years I’ve raised you, you were never this competent."

"Luther."

"Ah, young lust."

"Love."

"Sure, honey."

Her smile ca slow, practiced, and drained of anything but the bare minimum it took to be called a smile.

"When are you going to bring to Luther?"

"I am sure we will find him soon enough."

"I did my part. I expect to see Luther first."

"How very demanding."

"Say it."

"Very well. As soon as I get your boy toy, I’ll offer him to you. But you have to give him a few tis to the blonde idiot as well."

"Claus?"

Lucrezia rubbed her temples, quick, sharp motions that made her earrings sway.

Her foot had stopped tapping, but the air felt tighter.

She exhaled through her nose, eyes narrowing at the ss between us. Papers slid under her palm as she leaned forward, irritation rolling off her in steady waves.

"It’s like taking care of a baby. He is not remarkably smart or intuitive. I got to push him from behind to avoid any mistakes. I’m exhausted."

"You had yourself a boy prize. Use him."

"Sadly, my boy toy is acting up at the mont."

"Acting up? And you still keep him? Who is this guy?"

Lucrezia chuckled, low and brief, the sound breaking the silence like it belonged there. Her eyes stayed on , steady, asuring.

"Only if you knew. What can I say? I am such a sentintal woman."

I couldn’t help but chuckle myself, the sound slipping out before I could stop it. Lucrezia, my aunt, joined in without hesitation, her laugh lighter but sohow still in control.

For a mont, the tension thinned, though she stayed exactly where she was, planted on my desk as if she owned it.

Only for the atmosphere to get tense in an instant.

"You are neglecting Damian."

I couldn’t help but scoff, short and sharp, more reflex than choice.

"What did you expect?"

"You should clean up your act. You know he needs your pheromones to keep the baby alive and well."

"You don’t expect to f-ck him, right?"

"So dramatic. Just rub one out. For the sake of the pregnancy."

"No."

"Killian."

"I can’t. I am getting nauseous at the idea of him being next to . I sleep in my office. I only go ho to give him food and check on him. You can’t ask that!"

"Hah, well, at least you kept active enough to do your howork while you were sleeping in the office."

"I won’t do it, auntie."

"You have no choice. But if you do, I’ll reward you."

"What could you possibly offer ?"

"Emiliano."

"What?"

"Help Damian get to term with this pregnancy and I will let you kill Emiliano."

"Hah. Why do you think I would sell my body for that?"

"The man made you lick his shoes. I thought you wanted a bit of revenge."

"No."

"No?"

"No. I hate that evil gno, but I don’t hate him enough to sell myself."

"Then what do you want?"

"Nothing. I will not touch Damian."

"Killian, I’ve been indulging you. Don’t forget your place. I don’t care if you do it with soone else and bring back the dirty towel, give that boy sothing."

"Why are you so fixated on this?"

"It’s necessary."

Lucrezia finally slid off the desk, smoothing her dress as if nothing had happened.

Her heels clicked toward the door. She didn’t hurry. She didn’t look back.

The latch clicked shut behind her, leaving the office quiet for the first ti in what felt like hours.

I gathered my papers without looking too closely at the creases and smudges, then gave up halfway.

My shoulders ached. I crossed to the sofa and sat down, leaning back, letting the cushions take my weight. My breathing slowed, but my pulse stayed high. I pressed my palms to my knees, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of inhale, exhale.

The air still slled faintly of her perfu.

A minute passed.

Maybe two.

My eyes had just closed when the door burst open again, slamming against the wall hard enough to rattle the fra. The noise jolted upright, my hand tightening on the armrest.

Footsteps—fast, direct—crossed the threshold before I could even process who it was.

The papers on my desk rustled from the sudden draft.

I straightened, tension snapping back into place, the brief attempt at calm already gone. Whatever had just co in was not here for quiet.

When I raised my eyes, I saw the last person I thought I would ever see standing in the middle of my office.

"Long ti no see."

"What the f-ck are you doing here?"

"I lost my puppy."