My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas Chapter 42: Fear ( Claus’s POV )

It’s been almost a month since I’ve been hooked up to the hospital machines.

A month since I’ve last seen Luther.

Wonder if he got ho by now. Probably not.

The dically induced paralysis Emiliano put under gave enough ti to think.

To overthink.

I must admit that I put my feelings and beliefs before Luther’s wills. But I only had the best intentions at heart.

Pointless.

Every night, as the drops of the IV kept falling, reminding that I am responsible for all-

The prison of my own flesh.

Luther’s captivity.

That cursing sound-

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Kept dropping on my brain like a Chinese water torture device. And with every painful impact ca a more painful mory of Luther.

Was it possible for a man to break a dically induced paralysis?

Yes.

As the days went by, the dosage got cut to half, the bodyguard distracted, the nurses sloppy.

Sloppy enough to not pay attention when I stole an EpiPen from their tray.

Sloppy enough not to notice.

And, finally, sloppy enough to forget my dication one day.

It was enough of a chance for .

As soon as the bodyguard left the room to use the bathroom, I stabbed my leg with it.

Stabbed is a strong word.

I’ve punctured my skin slowly, ripping it, breaking the needle into my femur.

I was incapable of being fast enough or strong enough to apply it properly.

I could only use my fingertips.

But it was enough.

I used the adrenaline rush to run.

I’ve outrun the nurses, the security, the guilt that hovered over .

The reason why I gave Emiliano Luther beca futile.

I don’t need Luther to be an alpha.

I need Luther for myself.

The love we had died when we were kids.

All that was left for was longing.

I was drowning, suffocating in the absence of my only wish- Luther.

It doesn’t matter what happens next.

They will have to rip him off from my cold, dead, arms. Luther is mine.

And soday he’ll accept too. We’ll go back to what we were and I will have him running to greet ho, smiling breathlessly.

The pain of the broken needle, the cold of the street outside the hospital, the dirty sll of sewage and impoverished -

All of it was to witness my oath.

I took a mont. Tilted my head back, let myself get stung by the rain.

I let the anguish that I felt all those weeks -

The dread of the IV drops externalize.

Just how they transford into rain pouring outside, whatever I had beco it beca the world’s problem.

Not for to think about anymore.

It was the traffic noise that made realise where I had run to.

Emiliano’s apartnt.

Oh. My body knew the next step before I realized -

This is the place where information about Luther and wherever he might be should be found.

I climbed the stairs.

One after the other. Endlessly.

Cracked soles, bleeding leg, adrenaline slowly fading away.

I have to get it. I have to know. I have to find him.

I-

I don’t have the password.

My legs give up. The paralysis effects slowly co back.

I-

I failed.

If he finds here, I’ll go back to the hospital.

Back to being one of Emiliano’s vegetables. Until he finds a usage for .

Unable to reach Luther.

Dead man breathing.

It can’t end like that. Please.

Luther, please, I beg you, co to again.

I’ll never let go this ti. Not even if they will need to burn my living body off of you.

I don’t care about the madness. I don’t care about the pain.

I need you.

Please.

My head seed to find its own will, banging itself on the wooden door.

Blood slithering down my temple into my eye.

Please.

Bang.

Please.

Bang.

Co to again, please.

I fell.

The door opened.

The sll- Luther?

"Oh God, Claus?"

His face was flustered, his hands trembling, his pheromones out of control.

The adrenaline was no longer necessary. The pheromone overdose spiked sothing much more powerful in - primal undeniable desire.

My leg no longer hurted.

I don’t care about the vision blurred by the blood or the gaping wound in my skull-

I can see him.

The sa kid who used to run to . To whom I was the whole world.

He’s here, wiping my face, panicking over nothing.

I can feel the heat coming from him. Comforting. Final piece in my puzzle.

I am at ho at last.

"We need to call an ambulance. We need to-"

He stopped his rambling as I nuzzled my head into his lap.

"What are you doing?"

"I missed you."

"Claus, stop!"

No.

I don’t want to break my embrace. I am not letting you slip through my fingers again.

"Please, let hold you, Lu."

"It’s because of you that my life is ruined. I can’t just forgive you-"

I covered his mouth with my own. Fought his stubbornness with all my ache for him as our breath beca one.

I let him rest. I want him to choose .

He didn’t move, but he didn’t pull away either. Sothing in his trembling told he wasn’t ready—but maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to be alone either.

I still have a chance.

The soft sadness and regret in his eyes tell that much.

"I am a ruin too, Lu, can’t we rebuild each other? Please, all those years. For more than ten years, all I had was the ghost of you."

I kept his nose locked in the dip of my collarbone. Sll . Understand . Tell you feel the sa.

Say you ache for too.

"You’ve taunted my dreams, you filled my days, you tornted my mind every day for more than ten years. Please, please, please. I got to know you are real."

Stop crying. You are holding too.

Your sobs sing a song of forgiveness.

"Claus"

His voice was small, fragile, unsure. The hum of the refrigerator was almost covering it.

"Why did you do this to ?"

"Emiliano can transform ogas in alphas. I wanted to give you a chance at freedom."

"I was doing just fine. I had my struggles, sure, but they were mine. I have earned my freedom. I didn’t need you to grant it to ."

His tears were flowing down. His scent pulsing between the heat longing and heartbreak.

"Lu"

"Leave, Claus. I can’t talk now. My body is acting up and your pheromones make my stomach feel like I’ve been stabbed."

"It’s just a heat. I can help. Let help."

A voice echoed in my ears. Like a thunder.

The fury of God.

"I am sure that’s his husband’s duty."

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Emiliano towered over us from the door fra.

And I was reminded of what I seed to have forgotten while I was away, rotting in the hospital bed.

One feeling overpowering all my ration.

Making my limps senseless and my heart throbbing out of my chest.

Fear.