My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 63: The new heir ( Killian’s POV )

Chapter 63: The new heir ( Killian’s POV )

After my rather pompous discussion with Tom, nothing much happened.

At least not with me.

Right and left to me, the waiters were getting pampered with all the alphas’ empty promises and declarations of love.

A couple of them even started to pretend to fight for a very scared red-haired omega.

"You know I have a peculiar taste for redheads, Arthur! Back off!"

"The hair is dyed, Vincenzo! It’s clear that the carpet doesn’t match the drapes!"

The poor omega shifted uncomfortably, avoiding their gaze. Not entertained by his reactions, they amplified the loudness of their fight.

Stripping their shirts, revealing nothing but oversized bellies grown with nothing but pure gluttony-

This behavior was low-class even for the city’s periphery. The ghettos of the aristocracy were liberated with enough lust and alcohol.

I still had a card available so I decided to save the poor boy from the two animals fighting over him.

I made my way through the loud crowd and grabbed the omega from sideways into a tight hug. I left one hand possessively lingering on his waist as I placed my business card in his pocket, switching it with his.

One of the two fighters- Vincenzo Tonelli (the biggest importer of fish in our country ) yelled displeased with my intervention:

"Hey, brat, we saw him first!"

"He still had the card in his pocket. How should I have known?"

"Finish him quickly. I want a test drive too. It doesn’t matter if I get the second-hand version. I ain’t picky!" said Arthur- the most notorious importer of grains.

Fish and bread, yet no presence of a god in their relationship. Just two old born-in-wealth, shirtless, with a piece of crab still hanging on their chin yelling like neanderthals over a pretty rock-

In this case, a pretty boy three times younger than them.

He burst into laughter accompanied by the mass that was cheering them on.

Dumb and dumber multiplied quite a bit in our "high" society, huh?

"I am shy, guys. He’s gotta tell me his backstory first. I like to take my time."

The poor boy gulped. His shivering worsens as his eyes fill with tears.

Hang in there, buddy! I’ll get you out of here soon.

"Killian, you perverted brat!" Vincenzo said friendly slapping my back.

I swallowed the pain of the impact between my back and his fat, puffed hand. For a guy who absorbs anything edible or drinkable, you have water retention in your fingers?

So much to hope for a fisherman.

Although I doubt this guy ever even touched a body of water. Not even his alpha pheromones could cover that smell.

"Look at that little thing trembling in expectation. You gotta do your best tonight, Kill, my man!"

"Weren’t you in love with Luther though?" Mark Begniffelo asked.

The question of the oil tycoon made everyone gasp audibly. Why? Who knows? The alcohol always makes the situations appear much more dramatic than they are.

Nonetheless, the entire attention shifted onto me to pressure me into a response. The fate of the young waiter hung on my words like an anchor.

"Gotta practice for the wedding night when I win, don’t I?"

No matter how bitter these disgusting words tasted leaving my mouth, it didn’t matter. I got them fooled enough to save a life from obliterating trauma. That was enough for tonight.

I pulled the young boy into a retreat area of a hallway and whispered in his ear. From the outside, the scene might have just looked like two lovers kissing.

In reality, it was nothing but a transactional act of mercy.

"Go to a room. Lock the room. Don’t answer no matter who comes and what they say! I won’t come. Sleep, watch TV, do your college homework, whatever you want, but quietly."

"Sir?"

"Now kiss me on my cheek. One of the pigs that was fighting for you is passing by. Hurry!"

The redhead pressed his lips gently on my cheek, wrapping his hands around my neck, trying his best to reach me on his tip-toes. Then it took off.

Vincenzo’s gaze lurked a little too long after the boy before shifting his attention back to me.

"Stalker much?"

He laughed at my remark while scratching the bald spot on his head. He looked rather awkward while asking:

"He’s cute, but I’m here for Luther. Did you guys—"

"Did we what?"

"You know."

He took another awkward break. I didn’t look away, but he must have not liked my outfit one bit. Everything became more interesting than looking back at me- the furniture, the paintings, the marble floor.

He broke the silence, forcing himself to make eye contact with me.

"I am trying to get my money’s worth, you know? He’s not exactly omega-pretty, but given how many guys are here tonight he must be quite a piece, right?"

He oinked into laughter.

"I mean, he must be really good since he got that Parliament place as a Minister without daddy’s help, you know?"

Another oink. Then another and then another.

No matter the offense, this is my chance to get rid of one of the competitors. I should use it the best I can, right?

Right.

"Can I be honest? He’s worse than the weeds. No skill, no tactic, hectic and sloppy. So sloppy."

"That uptight brat?"

His voice echoed through the hallways, tuning a few curious heads.

"Oh, yeah. He clearly wants to, but he is so bad at it. And he is such a slow learner. Couldn’t teach him a thing."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"But then- why are you here?"

Oh? Did he actually use his brain? Someone write down this historical day!

"I am a sucker for good looks, you know? An omega that looks like an alpha under me crying? Strikes my ego good."

He chuckled while tapping my shoulders. I should burn this blazer after tonight.

Between the oinks, he asked:

"Then can I have the slim redhead? Since he is not your type?"

Slick b-st-rd.

"I like to diversify sometimes, Vincenzo. You’re a gourmet yourself, you know how it is!"

He smiled satisfied and nodded.

"You still have that pharmacy of your aunt’s, huh? The new law makes me assure some vaccines and medicine for my sailors. They unionize and you know-"

A light shaking of the head.

"If you can’t whip barking dogs, give them some treats so they shut up and obey. I’ll pass by soon. We’ll work something out for them, ok?"

"Really?"

"I like ya, Killian. You’re like me!"

Pray to God, I’m not!

"I would be honored, Vincezo. I’ll give you a discount."

"You better. Cuz if you steal anything else from me, we finna have a problem!"

He waved goodbye, making his way back to the crowd, his laughter still echoing down the hallway long after he was gone.

It was finally interrupted by the microphone test for the start of the auction.

It was starting. It was officially wartime!

I made my way back where a large picture of Luther was displayed. The lights were dim enough for us to only see the white bid plates, but not the faces of the ones holding them.

It created not just a mysterious atmosphere, but -

Between the alcohol and sweat-infused air—

It made it look almost like the start of a thriller movie.

The Prime Minister walked up onto the set stage and started his monologue. His voice seemed to tremble between the vibrations of the microphone.

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

Luther is here? But how? What happened to Emiliano then?

Yet, before materializing all the unanswered questions into thoughts, I see a familiar silhouette taking place by the right of the Prime Minister.

Claus.

I could feel the pulse rising in my ears as my mind went off track. The smell and crowd of the room did nothing except worsen my nausea.

Why would Claus be the new heir of Cassian? Wouldn’t Luther be the actual heir? What was going on?

My hands shake on the bid plate. I need to pull myself together. It might not be the worst thing, after all.

Claus as Luther’s step brother would put a stop to whichever relationship the alpha would want or feel entitled to.

And without Luther as the heir, some of the participants would lose interest. If not for the wealth and name, why would they marry such a masculine omega?

But before even being able to exhale relieved, I looked around at the unbothered faces of those surrounding me.

Oh.

Oh.

They were not interested in what Luther could offer now, but what he could offer later.

After the presidential campaign.

The lucky groom will receive not only an omega, but the presidential pardon no matter how heavy, disgusting or twisted the crime he’ll commit.

Everyone here was after a legalized way to do whatever the money asked.

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