My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas Chapter 45: Another jar on your shelf ( Luther’s POV )

I grabbed Claus by the arm and threw him out. He wasn’t supposed to be here anyway.

But it wasn’t that fact that made kick him through the curb.

Or that his pheromones stunk like rotten trash.

No.

I pushed him out the door in such a hurry and passion for one reason only.

He was going to die if he remained wrapped around like a Velcro child.

I have never slled Emiliano so angry.

His scent was burning through my lungs, making my throat ache. And it didn’t help my heat at all.

I could only imagine what it slled like to Claus, but -

Given the way his eyes almost popped out of his skull and his tongue tripled in size-

I would say it wasn’t exactly Chanel No. 5.

I moved rather quickly, desperate.

Not because I was protecting Claus, but because I was protecting soone.

I brought too much death around lately.

One small save wasn’t going to wash out the blood on my hands, but it wouldn’t dirty them further either.

As I closed the door in Claus’s face, his muffled mumbles and weak punches against it echoed through the corridors.

Our neighbors must love us.

Emiliano’s voice sent shivers down my spine.

Strangely, not because of fear. Excitent.

Oh God, my body reacted before I could think. I knew it wasn’t real—just a chemical glitch in my brain. Still, everything was confusing my instincts and ssing with my head.

"Quick. You threw him out quickly."

The sll of burning wood laced in boiling honey was suffocating. I need to calm him down.

Now.

Or I’ll end up in a jar like the rest of his lovers. Down in his basent.

"You’re late."

My tone was too whiny to sound like my actual voice. I couldn’t even recognize myself.

This scent was driving out of my mind.

"Did you miss that much?"

He’s still angry.

I could feel the threat behind the way he caressed my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

Yet, I was still lucid-

I can still control the situation. And my own body.

And everything I was doing was beyond my control.

"I didn’t call."

"Yeah, I know."

He’s not looking at . He’s looking at sothing he wants to hunt down. To conquer. And I was too eager to see more behind that gaze, despite my better judgnt.

"You say you will bring my father."

He chuckled.

"And let him see his son like this? Not even I am that cruel, puppy."

Yeah, right.

I know what a psychopath you are. You already have wrapped around your little finger.

At least drop the act. Especially now that my body wants to believe it so much.

"Look at you!"

I am aware I look pathetic.

I shift uncomfortably, only to be grabbed by the back of my neck and pulled closer to him.

So close I could hear his heartbeat.

Who would have thought Emiliano really has a heart?

His cold breath was hitting my earlobe as he spoke. My whole body tensed up, begging for a touch.

"Your breath is unstable, your heartbeat irregular. You are burning up with fever- so much you’re about to pass out. Eyes unfocused, goosebumps all over your flushed skin."

"Are you doctor-evaluating or are you trying to flirt?"

I can’t see him, but I could feel his smirk.

I affect him too. This is my last card. I’d better play it right.

Yet, my brain was so unfocused- full of him.

"Little bit of both."

His voice was low.

I never heard him sound like that before. And I was less scared when he was about to kill Claus a few monts ago.

I need to keep it up. I need to get him away from the door. Just enough for him to shift his attention to .

Claus is still weakly banging on the door.

And between him and I, only I could survive Emiliano’s full attention.

"I don’t feel so good. Can you help go in?"

"Are you trying to save your friend, Luther?"

He saw right through .

How could a deranged psycho be so smart and hot at the sa ti? It isn’t fair to humanity.

For - I’m the humanity in this case.

"I feel dizzy."

"No, you feel -."

"Or I got the flu. We’ll never know.", I interrupted him.

He chuckled. Unamused.

No, I am losing his attention.

He took his hand off my waist and placed it on the doorknob.

Give a second, dude! The room is spinning and your body is running free in all my thoughts.

You can’t expect a coma patient to do quantum calculus when he wakes up.

Let the man have a mont!

"Will you treat either way?"

My ironic tone didn’t pass my weakened state-

It sounded more like a plea than a sarcastic comntary.

Even Emiliano was taken aback.

But that’s fine. Great even. I have his attention yet again.

He wants to whine? Fine.

I already hit rock bottom. My dignity’s on vacation, my logic’s face down in the hallway.

What else is there to lose?

"Please?"

He gazed at intensely. Searching for sothing. He seed rather unpleased.

He threw on his shoulder scoffing. Moved to the bedroom in the blink of an eye.

Too much force for such a little man.

I didn’t protest- my whole plan was to get him away from the door. From Claus.

He wasn’t a gentle carrier as well. He tossed on the bed like a dead weight. No care, no gentleness.

I wasn’t excited. I was cornered. I was scared. But my body—my traitorous body—wasn’t listening to anymore

I sank into the silky sheets as he loosened up his tie. I couldn’t help but hug and ruffle them up just to amplify the scent of him on them.

Even though the source of the sll was pinning down with his annoyed gaze-

What was he so mad about anyway?

Claus banging still on the door?

My pheromones affecting him too?

Or was he winning too easily?

He did say he likes a good fight.

His attention shifted with a scoff to the drawer next to .

A green syringe. Glowing.

No.

No, please.

I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I am so scared. I don’t want to be put in a jar.

Please.

Anything but that.

He blinked at , shocked.

He nearly jumped at in such a frantic manner it almost made giggle. But I was still too terrified to.

"Puppy, why are you crying?"

"The basent jars."

He giggled softly, caressing my hair-

Holding tightly. I wish he did more-

"I am not going to put you anywhere, Luther. I was just going to give you dicine to help you ease the pain of the heat."

"You’re lying."

My sobs trembled uncontrollably against the walls of the room. God, I’m pathetic!

And I am crying in the arms of the man who made this way.

"Heat only passes if we- if you-"

"Yeah, you need fluids. We both know what purpose heats and ruts have. But I don’t want to touch you."

"You don’t? Why? Am I that disgusting to you?"

I sound like a pick-, Jesus. Yet, the self-doubt is hovering over .

Not even my own father loved .

If this man- will he throw away too if he thinks I’m that repulsive?

"Because there will co a day when you’ll want for , not my scent. And I want to wait for it."

"You’re insane."

A soft chuckle left my lips. It tasted rather bitter. I wonder why-

"Maybe. But a man can dream.Now, let help you!"

My eyes shifted to the syringe. I slightly nod.

I trust him. Why?

His voice sounds sincere and his eyes are full of worry.

So uncharacteristic of him-

He softly pressed his lips against mine in a light, far too loving peck. I appreciated the gentleness and the distraction.

Needles freaked out after all that had happened those last weeks.

He injected with the glowing green drug.

My body spasd under his lips and caresses. Then it beca heavy. Tired, consud.

A soft voice I’ve never heard him had before, almost sweet, tingling in my ears as I was falling into slumber:

"What did you do to , puppy?"