My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 89: Baby Daddy ( Tom’s POV )

Chapter 89: Baby Daddy ( Tom’s POV )

"Look, Damian, if this is some kind of revenge for not reciprocating the kiss earlier..."

"That kiss was a thank you and you know that!"

"Quite passionate for just a gratitude kiss."

"I’m Spanish on my mother’s side. I’ve been passionate from birth. That doesn’t matter! Hurry up to the hotel! He’s cracking Luther open like a walnut!"

I couldn’t help but scoff. This is ridiculous.

"Even if that was true, I’m in the hospital with a cracked ankle. What can I truly do?"

"Be a man and crawl there!"

"Damian."

"Would you just let him have your man in a full Sabrina Carpenter Juno position? How can you be so indifferent?"

"What about you then? Why don’t you burst the door open? Grab Killian by his hair and show him how to behave? You have fully functional legs, unlike me."

Damian didn’t say anything for a moment. I could picture him biting his lip, frustrated and helpless.

I knew he couldn’t do anything to stop Killian. I couldn’t either, but it doesn’t matter. He could have Luther for now.

I could even say it’s a good experience for Luther to explore just how dreadful and egoistic alphas are.

Because in the end, when he’ll be hurt by Killian, by Emiliano or whatever idiot he will let in, he will see that only I truly care about him.

So yes, although I want to break Killian’s neck right now, this will be a good experience.

For him and me. For us as a couple.

Because after that type of disappointment, he will never dare to get out of his comfort zone—

What he truly knows.

Me.

"Please go there. Please stop them!"

"Damian. Quit crying. Think positively, maybe he won’t get it up. Just imagine: sloppy and flappy."

A light chuckle followed.

"I doubt it."

"Don’t worry, blondie, Luther’s pheromones are toxic to any alpha. Except Emiliano for whatever reason. So I doubt things will get further than a kiss."

"You think so?"

His voice had that same hopeful edge it always did—soft but steady. He wasn’t trying to convince me or anything; it felt like he just needed to say it out loud, like saying it made it more real for him.

"I know so!"

I doubt that is true. Luther is great at regulating his pheromones, but Damian needed to believe that lie more than I did.

"Thank you."

"For painting the picture of lil’ Akna all small, shivering and floppy? You’re welcome!"

"Well, it’s not exactly small."

"Maybe we’re both lucky and the AC of the hotel is really powerful. Like a North Pole type of cold. Cross your fingers and hope for it!"

Damian let out another chuckle. I smiled.

It was comforting to talk it out with someone—

The dread of having your lover in someone else’s arms.

Damian and I were alike in some way. Both of us were playing the long game. Both trapped to be unnoticed and denied. But it’s fine—

I know we’ll win in the end.

Nice guys finish last, after all.

"Seriously, thank you for saving me from there."

"You’re welcome, Damian. Don’t worry that much about Killian. It will all work out in the end."

"I hope so."

"May I ask you something?"

I could hear him breathing on the other end. Not loud or anything, just steady. The kind of breathing people do when they’re trying to think fast but don’t want to rush it. I didn’t say anything to push him. I just waited.

There was a pause that stretched a little too long. Not awkward, exactly, but definitely one of those moments where you start wondering if the call dropped. It didn’t. He was still there. I could hear little background sounds—maybe a chair shifting, maybe him scratching his face or moving the phone in his hand.

"I guess."

"If you love Killian so much, what were you doing living in Emiliano’s apartment?"

He hesitated for a second.

His breath came unevenly as he was unsure if he could really tell me.

He sighed.

I got him!

"Killian sent me to seduce Emiliano."

My chuckles came out involuntarily. I could help, but laugh at such an awful, unrealistic plan.

Sure, Damian was the epitome of what an omega should look like: pretty face, frail body, dreamy eyes with long hair. But Emiliano?

A fly on the wall would have had the same chance to get it on with him as Damian.

And yet.

Damian was allowed to stay at his apartment.

So there must be something else.

I could imagine the omega pouting at the other end of the call. How cute.

"Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to laugh. But Emiliano is as easy to tempt as a Buddhist monk."

"Well, if you’re not Luther. He just can’t keep his hands off him. Or his eyes. He’s drawn like a bear to a pot of honey. Same hungry eyes, same God awful tactics."

"Really?"

I kept my voice even the rest of the call. Not fake, just controlled. I’ve had practice with that. He never asked if something was wrong, and I never gave him a reason to.

My jealousy over Luther should be bragged about. It should be concealed.

Secrets kept by other people about yourself are doomed to show themselves sooner or later.

That’s why I’ll play the flawless guy, perfect for a new start in life no matter who is watching me.

I am ready to sacrifice it all. My emotions, my personality, all of it —

If it meant having Luther.

I’ve worked that hard since the day I’ve met him and I won’t stop.

Not even after I get him.

I’ll keep him safe and happy and oblivious to who I really am. That’s all I want. That’s what I’ll get no matter what.

"You have no idea how it is living with them. If Luther so much as breathes differently, he’s getting all over him- tests, questions, blood analysis. Poor guy can’t escape no matter what he does. The psycho be acting like a stalker, yapping constantly about how Luther is his wife and they will be together forever. It’s another level of delusion, I’m telling you!"

"Why would he act like that?"

"Something about an evil plan. About natural selection, whatever that means. I don’t know. He’s been playing with my blood and Luther’s down in his basement. Like a weirdo."

"Your blood?"

But what would Emiliano do with Damian’s blood?

No, this wasn’t about Damian’s blood. It was about Luther’s.

But why? What is so special about it?

"I know, right? It would have been more manageable if he were a vampire. That way, I wouldn’t be so anemic trying to survive! Why did you think I ordered so much takeaway food?"

"So he kept you there for your blood?"

"Pretty much."

Well, that’s a plot twist in its own way.

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"When you’re gonna get together with Luther, would you flee the country?"

"I guess. There is nothing here for me except him and, since his family is gone, there’s nothing much for him either."

A moment of silence hovered over us. It felt heavy and somehow mournful.

"Good.", Damian said after a while. "That way Killian won’t go after him."

"You sound sad. Are you gonna miss me, Dami?"

"As if. Don’t feel so special, darling, it was just a kiss after all. What are you? A teenager?"

"I am gonna miss you. Not because of that kiss. You ain’t that good. But, call it a trauma bond, I feel like I’ll lose a friend."

"First of all, I’m the best kisser you’re ever gonna have those fishy lips on. Second of all, I guess I’m gonna miss you too then."

I didn’t lie about that part.

Nonetheless, there won’t be a need for a friend to console me after I get Luther. There will be nothing to be consoled about.

"Enough, enough. I have to go. Grey’s Anatomy is ready for another episode."

Damian’s soft chuckles still echoed as I hung up.

"Had a nice little chat?"

"Could say that. I’m more surprised about you being here. It’s quite risky."

"What’s life without a little thrill, darling?"

"Let’s wrap this out quickly. After all, thrilling doesn’t mean sloppy."

"Only if you were an alpha, my dear Tommy."

"You know I’m a one-man type of guy."

"Just like the rest."

With a dismissive hand gesture, Lucrezia entered my hospital room.

Everything about her was polished: skin too smooth, hair too perfect, makeup done like she had a stylist hovering just outside the door.

She was dressed in something expensive—definitely designer. Maybe Armani, maybe Chanel.

Bold colors, clean lines, no hesitation.

Flashy, but somehow not over the top.

She didn’t look like she was trying to show off. She just looked like she didn’t know how to be anything else.

"So, why are you here?"

"To let you know the next step."

"I didn’t know you took charge in our relationship, my dear Lucrezia."

"You’re hurt, baby. Take a break. Let me handle the rest."

I pressed my lips. The shift in power could be good. After all, if Lucrezia falls, I have no attachment to her.

"Fine. So? What’s the next step? Emiliano is bleeding out somewhere, Killian is with Luther. Or in him. What can you do next?"

"Well, I doubt your Luther wants to be a step mom."

"What do you mean?"

"From tomorrow on, Killian is about to be a baby daddy!"