My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas Chapter 64: True Love Auction ( Emiliano’s POV )

After entering the Pri Minister’s villa, I had a strangely familiar feeling wrapping around .

It reminded of my own laboratory.

There were differences between his art collection and mine, of course.

It seems like Cassian was rather fond of old oil paintings. I might even dare to say he took more care of them than his own family-

Each one was freshly vanished and hemd in a 24-karat gold fra.

All of them share just one feature, no matter the artist or the painting process-

The eyes.

Deep stares, balancing on the string between judgnt and admiration, followed you no matter your movents.

Just like the statues in the garden.

Although I am sure Cassian webbed his house with surveillance caras, the art’s gaze was the true security system of this place.

As the night deepened, the stares grew more and more indulgent and perverted.

Sure, you could bla the dense atmosphere of vivid depravity on the guests who were becoming more and more immoral and animalistic-

But sohow the art and the mansion itself seed to mirror the people inside it.

The rather horrific climate was much more terrifying as you climbed the levels of the villa.

First level- the ground floor was the most tad one, however disturbing that statent might be.

Large tables with so much food even the massive wooden tables had difficulty supporting the weight-

King crabs, crawfish, caviar, oysters, filled duck, and even crocodile at-

A massacre that made eye contact with dead, glossy eyes.

And yet, the guests were devouring it. They enjoyed the helplessness in the poor boiled creatures’ eyes before gurgling them down their fat throats. I doubt they even chew them to feel any taste.

It was not a matter of food enjoynt. It was a statent of their philosophy-

The strongest should eat the weakest regardless of hunger.

And those snakes were at the top of the food chain.

So of them doubled their addiction to superiority, shoving the cold food in the mouths of the oga waiters, giving them ’a chance to taste the true wealth’.

It didn’t matter the tears of choking of the poor boys, the alphas were too busy indulging in the ecstasy of the mont to care.

Not only did gluttony dominate the scene, but lust too. Not at the sa level as the upper level, but this is where the selection for the next level started.

Grabbing, touching, pulling closer, conquering any of these poor weeds-

With mouths full of alcohol and food, cards were flying left and right. The waiters were passed around from one alpha to another for entertainnt -

They made them share their stories just to laugh at their poverty or make empty promises nobody believed.

The illusion of the guests being the saviors of these poor young ogas gave them the nerve to ask for more and more ’closeness’.

The music might have drowned out the filthy commands, but it couldn’t conceal the tears and sad smiles of the weak.

As you climbed the spiral steps of the villa, you reached the second level.

An unusual layout was defying the architectural structure of the outside of the mansion.

A circular area with about twenty-thirty doors around leading into private rooms was hosting quite a bit of the scums that were invited.

The depravity grew deeper, waiters now being responsible for another type of entertainnt.

Most weren’t lucky enough to have even the comfort of privacy, ending up drowning in the ocean of lustful, greedy gazes.

The debauchery of the scene was buried in money flying around and fountains of expensive alcohol. The music was provided by an all-surrounding system designed particularly to conceal the screams of the higher floor.

I didn’t climb anymore.

I have lived enough in the underground industry to know how a tortured whine and plea sounded.

I shook my head and climbed down, making my way to the garden.

Despite and Cassian taking beauty in rather horrifying things, at least my displayed oga flowers were not in a continued state of desperation and pain.

Was I more rciful? More human?

I doubt it. A monster is a monster no matter the depth of his blood thirst.

And yet, I couldn’t stand the scenery he provided for a mont longer.

Nonetheless, the voice of the Pri Minister announcing the start of the auction pulled right back in that hell.

Luther.

That’s why all those snakes were here. That’s why I was here too.

I tried to make my way to a dark corner close to the stage so I wouldn’t risk being recognized by the old hag.

It was rather impressive how he managed not only to bring such a large podium into his living room, but to work the light in such a way that the only things visible in here were the bid plates and the enormous picture of Luther.

My wife was slightly frowning at his governntal desk, surrounded by papers. He sat on the black leather chair in an upright position with his spine straight and his legs crossed. The dark-blue suit he wore hugged his fit body, highlighting the curves of his arm muscles and his chest.

His brow was slightly raised in that frowning expression and yet his mouth bent in an arrogant smirk.

The image showed Luther for what he was- a tease, an intelligent brat dripping in power and beauty. A perfect pet to ta. A perfect wife to dominate.

A challenge and a promise to glory over the world of aristocracy.

If only these pigs would know how my wife really acted-

Spitting in my pancakes every morning,

Crying himself to sleep resulting in my shirt covered in snot every morning,

Always having the last word no matter the fight,

The way he takes revenge by ripping my lips when we kiss—

I’m not sure if they would be even more motivated or if they would feel threatened.

After all, it takes a rather patient owner to train such a troubleso puppy.

Reaching the microphone, lurking in Cassian’s shadow, a familiar figure reached the stage too. Well, isn’t this an interesting turn of events?

"Before we start, gentlen, I would like to announce my future heir!"

Cassian’s voice trembled as the wave of the microphone hit the walls of the living room.

It was rather out of character for him to start a monologue without a proper introduction. The sentence was rushed, unconvincing and the shaken tone of his speech did nothing, but sell short such an impactful statent.

Regardless, the crowd got rather animated by the Pri Minister’s announcent. Understandable since one of the benefits of a marriage with Luther was the inheritance of his father’s wealth. Not the main benefit, but still an important aspect.

Cassian knew the statent wouldn’t lose him any of the bidders. They were all here for a reason- a presidential pardon.

With a public reunion between the Pri Minister and his son, with the appropriate amount of tears, apologies and acting-

It was sure to place Cassian first in line in the presidential campaign.

Which ans that whoever will offer the most money and privileges for Luther’s hand, will be free to do as many illegalities as they wish.

The marriage will ensure the cover from the law and forgiveness no matter the cris committed.

Cassian continued his unusual monologue:

"I decided to train a proper alpha to take care of my business after I am gone. Everyone, please et my new son- Claus Wilkers!"

I could hear a few voices asking about who Claus is while the lights were revealing him on the right of the Pri Minister.

He sat a bit too stiffly next to his new father waiting for his permission to speak. The old alpha gave him the microphone, leaving a sweaty trail on the handle.

Claus grabbed it unaffected and cleared his voice before asserting the situation.

"Hello, my na is Claus Wilkers as my dear father presented to . I have the honor of hosting the auction of my brother tonight. I grew up with Luther for a rather lengthy part of my childhood and we were reunited a few months ago."

I could see so of the guests tapping their elbows into each other while raising their brows. They were not wrong.

Just last week Claus was in my living room trying to convince my wife to give him a chance. After he threw him out, this ’brother dear’ must have knocked on my door so much, it left a dent behind it.

When I t Claus for the first ti in that awful institution of research, he was still going through the conversion from a beta to an alpha because of the toxins of Luther’s pheromones. He was blinded by the bed for weeks, months because of his rage fits caused by the pheromone imbalance.

He used to scream at the top of his lungs my wife’s na, pleading, begging, crying to see him. To talk to him.

Needless to say, he was sedated until he was barely hanging on to consciousness because of the intensity of his emotions.

When I burned down the institution and everybody in there, he was the only one I took with . Why?

Because I thought his obsession with this childhood best friend was hilarious. Claus was nothing for but a clown for years to co.

He would pathetically grieve a connection with Luther and I would pay for that entertainnt with housing, food and a social position.

This year, upon learning that Claus’s point of obsession was an oga with a belladonna flower-

Correction. A wild and unique Atropa baetica.

I was pulled in instantly.

Not only that, but if his blood had the property to turn any beta into alphas-

What would that blood do in direct contact with an alpha? Or an oga?

What was the limit of his blood power?

And so, driven by the curiosity Claus planted in for more than a decade, I proposed to him sothing his little brain deed irrefutable-

"I can transform Luther into an alpha."

I still rember his dumbfounded look on his face. Eyes wide open, ready to fall from their eye sockets, pupils dilated and a smile that included all eighty-four teeth.

"Can you really?"

"You’ve been by my side for a long ti. You saw what I can do."

Not even twenty-four hours later, the Pri Minister called to - not only approve of his son’s kidnapping and secondary gender switch - but to sponsor it.

I accepted. Not for the money. I had enough money to last a thousand luxurious lifetis.

I let him pay to give him the illusion of being an employer. Of having power over .

I never intended to make Luther an alpha. I planned to study him and use him as my own asset.

It wasn’t until I first cut him open that I learned his blood could cause a natural selection in our society. Making all ogas toxic, eliminating the lower class of weed ogas, causing the borderline elimination of all alphas.

Only those who adapt would survive.

Maybe that was the point when I started obsessing over Luther too. Maybe it was after seeing the resilience and yet softness of his character that the obsession twisted into a peculiar type of affection.

Regardless of the mont when my emotions ca to blend with my reason, my ’engagent’ with Luther transford Claus from a clown, an access to this toxic oga to an annoying headache posing himself as a rival.

As if we were equal.

As if he could ever be an option for Luther to choose.

So I put him on hold. Physically. A dication-infused coma.

But my staff got sloppy. And through that sloppiness, Claus raised one again to be an annoying buzz in my ear.

Squashing him without proper planning could taint my relationship with Luther. I don’t want to upset my wife.

So he ended up in front of a pack of deprived, slimy and hungry wolves ready to devour and tarnish the innocence of his first love.

I might have shed a tear if Claus’s idiocy wasn’t so damn hilarious.

His plan is to ’save’ Luther from by throwing him into the arms of another disgusting alpha?

His brain is clearly only for decor.

"Before we start the auction, do you have any questions about Luther?"

"How is he in bed?" a broken, chuckling voice echoed.

The crowd started to whistle and laugh at the tasteless question. Claus shifted slightly.

His jaw was so tense, it threatened to pop out his cranium and boorang around the room.

Oh, he was mad mad.

"I have no such information, but-"

He took a pause to wet his lips as he just swallowed a very sour lump stuck in his throat.

It’s about to get interesting.

"For the highest bidders, an after-party will be held at another location. There, between my father and my brother’s future husband, a price for a direct answer to that question will be decided. So, if you are curious and want to find out for yourself, invest enough to be invited!"

My God.

My stomach sank as the cheers of the crowd grew louder and louder.

He was not selling his first and only love to an alpha, but to a bunch of them.

And I thought I was cruel.

If that’s the true love he is capable of, Luther should be grateful for my twisted affection.

My poor wife...

If he only knew—