My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas Chapter 50: Addicts and cheeky wives ( Emiliano’s POV )

After Luther’s heat, I started to be more careful around him.

No, that isn’t exactly right.

I started avoiding him- that’s more accurate.

Strangely enough, it was not another strategy, but rather a pause for to think.

Since he ca in, my thoughts had been disheveled and I discovered feelings I didn’t know I was capable of.

But 27 years old is not exactly the age to play Christopher Columbus with my emotions.

So I took a step back and analyzed my symptoms.

Every ti Luther is around :

My heart twitches out of my chest the closer he is to .

My steady surgeon-hands vibrate uncontrollably.

I am sweating and I’m light-headed like I am a drunkard.

It could be a brain bug. It could be an allergy.

But the most rational two things that could provoke these symptoms-

Fear or attraction.

And God is not scared of anyone.

So it is the latter one.

I am attracted to Luther Wilkers.

Could it be a pheromone reaction? Unlikely.

We should not even have an effect on one another since we are both born ogas.

My transformation to an artificial alpha modified my pheromones to attract ogas to so degree, but way less than a born one.

That’s why I injected my pheromones into Lurther’s blood and subjected him to continuous exposure.

To make sure he develops so dependency on .

But the other way around?

Luther’s pheromones affecting ? It’s very much impossible.

But if it’s not chemical attraction, then-

Am I in love with him?

It could be just physical interest as well.

Yet, I held back on nurous occasions when I could have-

It’s not that either. I doubt my inner gentleman was awakened after I traumatised the poor guy out of his mind.

That leaves the last and the worst outco-

I am in love with him.

How childish.

What a bad taste in n I have as well.

I am used to not being hormonal. Sensitive. Soft.

I correlated those kinds of emotions as oga traits. Weaknesses I’ve left behind.

This is bad news. The only good side is that every disease can be treated.

But how to treat this one?

I avoid any contact and hope it passes away like an allergy.

Or I go into exposure therapy and I beco attached to Luther’s hip in hopes it slowly fades as a trauma.

I hope for the first treatnt to show improvent. I am not about to be dependent on soone’s attention.

That’s pitiable.

So I can only wish, for Luther’s sake, that we don’t get there.

Needless to say, it would end up with him at my feet, on a leash.

Or dead.

The most effective way to get clean up as a junkie, is to eliminate the drug source. Break up with your dealer.

Yet, I can kill Luther. He is the seed of my perfect plan. But I could force him into a coma.

"I want a date."

Huh?

Oh.

The air feels much heavier than usual. It pressed on my lungs painfully, shortening my breath.

It could be so leaked chemical from one of my masterpieces. After all, accidents like that can happen in taxidermy.

But sohow I doubt that. The cause was probably Luther- freshly out of the shower and the towel that was hanging for its dear life around his waist.

Great.

Just great.

I need to manage this situation well. One slip and Luther will get control over . Human emotions are such a lowly curse.

My best option right now? Avoid eye contact and act indifferent.

I kept my head down in the paperwork. Fair to say, it wasn’t even paperwork. It was just old research I thought I could use in case I needed to put Luther in a coma.

I raised a brow, trying not to be too dismissive of him.

"What are you on puppy?"

I kept my tone cold.

Redundant. It made my walking headache co to my desk and toss on the floor all my docunts.

I am screwed. Why else would I find this little tantrum for my attention so endearing?

He wants that badly. Very well.

I shifted my position in my chair and pinned my gaze on him. It stuck to him naturally. Like the little drops of water still dripping on his abdon.

Such a beautiful flower he had on it. Untouched and unblood.

Am I staring?

"I want a date."

He wants outside.

"We could watch a movie tonight."

"No. I want out!"

His voice is trembling. Is this your attempt to escape, Luther?

Didn’t you almost jump out the window last ti you left ?

"Luther."

I tried to keep my tone calm and gentle.

Had to prepare for the coma soon. He is getting too -

Rebellious.

"I want to go out. At the movies. At a restaurant. At the park. To feel so sunshine. I am morphing into a cockroach!"

I got up. It was the perfect excuse to touch him and I would have been a fool not to seize the opportunity.

A junkie is a junkie after all.

I softly brushed his arms with my fingers, his legs, I grabbed his head and moved it left to right. And he let .

Such an obedient little pup.

"You don’t look like a cockroach to ."

"I’m bored"

My puppy barks so loudly just for a walk? Should I indulge it? Should I tease him more?

The pout he perford so dramatically sold on the latter.

Maybe a light threat? Just enough to send a shiver down his bare spine.

"Such a first-world problem. Would you have preferred to be sent back to the white room?"

"Like you wouldn’t miss ."

Luther already suspects he has an upper hand on . I need to speed up my beautiful apocalypse.Until this heretic destroys my up to be kingdom.

"Hmm. Have I neglected you, dear wife?"

"You could have been more appreciative of my breakfast."

Now that he ntioned it, Luther has been more attentive with . Making breakfast, trying to cuddle, pouting when I leave him alone.

Would it be too much of a wishful thinking to hope he has the sa disease as ?...

"They don’t taste like spit anymore."

"You’re welco." he whispered proudly.

"I think I liked them more before."

Despite the cold air, his face got flushed. A small whiff of his pheromones escaped his grip.

I still have power over him.

Good.

I stopped myself from a relieved sigh at the exact ti it was about to escape my throat.

War is not over yet.

"Fine. Where do you want to go?"

"Really?"

His tone pitched a new note. Is he trying to be cute for ?

"I want boba tea and a walk. A long walk."

"Are you a child?"

"Are you a grumpy old man with rheumatism? What’s wrong with a walk and a sugary drink?"

I am only a few years older than him. Is that how he sees ?

I can feel my nails digging into my palms. I am losing control over my facade.

I’m betraying my own emotions-

"Next ti I’ll ask for a trip to the Bahamas."

I let my chuckles fill the room.

So recognition for this lovely idiot. Just enough for him to feel safe and slip.

.

"Fine. I have so business tomorrow outside. If you’ll sit tight like a good boy in the lobby and wait for , we’ll get you your diabetic drink and the long walk."

"I want the drink first."

Oh?

"Since when are you so demanding?" I thought out loud.

I caressed a string of his curly hair behind his ear. I just wanted to enjoy that barely held arrogance act on the verge of breaking.

That trembling Adam’s apple.

Those expecting plump lips.

And the smirk they ford-

And the bratty whisper it escaped from it:

"Since I know you’ll comply. You know, like a good boy."

Ladies and gentlen, I present to you Luther Wilkers!

My spoiled, cheeky, lovely wife.