(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 332: Maxwell’s hiding something

Maxwell was barely holding it together.

He was glad that Andrew hadn’t really noticed how bad everything was, but from their conversation in the morning, he wasn’t completely oblivious to what was going on.

Maxwell felt like he was a sex crazed monster. It was a sudden development, and he was so clearly out of his heat that he was beginning to think that there was something wrong. He was also glad that Andrew hadn’t noticed that Maxwell had stolen his used shirt out of the hamper and brought it to work with him. He was glad that the man had been so focused on chattering on about if Richard liked the place to not notice that Maxwell was shoving the clothes that smelt like him into his work bag.

He was also glad that Andrew hadn’t visited him in his office at lunch and found him huffing said used shirt like he was some kind of pervert. Because he was.

He hadn’t lied to Andrew when he said that the Doctor had cleared him of all concerns. The doctor had been concerned about Maxwell’s blanking out, but had told Maxwell that the other things? Completely normal.

Maxwell was just feeling safe enough to show off normal, omega characteristics.

He was nesting. With Andrew’s things. That was completely normal.

Maxwell still felt embarrassed hearing those words. Nesting? Him? The Maxwell Beckett was nesting for an alpha, and not just an alpha, a true alpha?

It was a lot to take in.

So, his new behaviour, the sheer panic he felt when Andrew said he was going to do anything sexual alone or otherwise? It was shocking, startling. He knew he loved the man, Maxwell had come to that conclusion ages ago, when he was still in a relationship with someone else. But getting jerky, panicky all because the man touched his own cock by himself?

That was new.

He was glad that Andrew had taken what Maxwell had said at face value. Maxwell knew that was strange behaviour. He wasn’t a damn idiot. He was just glad that Andrew cared about him so much, so deeply that he didn’t care that Maxwell was behaving like a naive newcomer to relationships and just wanted Maxwell to be comfortable and okay.

Maxwell, however, had been given the cell number of a Doctor that his Doctor trusted, only to be handed Michael’s number. Maxwell hadn’t told the Doctor that the number she had given him was who they had hired for Andrew, but he had taken the number nonetheless. He had then groaned and complained to himself about contacting him before he finally just did it.

He messaged Michael to see if he had time for a phone call, and briefly explained that he had been given this number by his omega Doctor, and that was the reason he was calling, not because of Andrew.

Michael had responded rather quickly, letting him know he’d be free in a few minutes. During lunch. Maxwell felt a twinge of guilt, but then brushed it aside. He would just make sure that Michael got a nice lunch. He’d send it to him, hell, he’d just invite him over dinner. He’d probably like that more. People tended to like homemade meals in his line of work, and Andrew’s cooking was the best.

He sat nervously waiting for the phone call on Monday, Andrew’s shirt in one hand, the phone in the other, until Michael’s name flashed on the screen. He picked it up, pressing the phone to his face.

"Good afternoon, Michael." He greeted, feeling like nails were running down a chalkboard. He really hated this. Michael, for his part, laughed on the other side.

"I can tell you are going to hate this, which is why I’m a little surprised you called. Something wrong? Trouble in paradise?" He asked. He was teasing, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. He was being genuine, and that only made this all the harder for Maxwell.

Maxwell stared at the closed door, before sliding his gaze to the other closed door to his office before he leaned back, sighing.

"I’m having problems related to being an omega." Maxwell admitted to the man who was not only Andrew’s Doctor, but also his friend. Michael whistled.

"That’s not good. Is it okay if I pull up your file?" Michael asked and Maxwell nodded.

"Go ahead." Maxwell said and there was the sound of typing on the other side, a soft breath, before Michael sighed.

"Hmm. So, a few episodes of forgotten memory tied up with nesting behaviour, huh? All after Andrew had been kidnapped, and after you had your argument." There was a moment of silence on the other side before Maxwell heard him shift in a rolling office chair. "Did your Doctor bring up separation anxiety as an option?" He asked and Maxwell blinked several times.

"No. What is that?" Maxwell asked, holding onto the shirt in his hand tighter.

"Well, it’s kind of what Andrew had when he first manifested, but his was a bit more...hm, understandable. He needed an anchor, and you were it. He’s mostly grown out of it, which is a good thing, but I’m thinking that this behaviour of yours might be related to this. Have you been displaying any other strange things since talking with your Doctor?" Michael’s question burned, hanging in the air as Maxwell stared at the clothing.

"I...I can think of a few." Maxwell muttered and Michael chuckled.

"Care to share so I can make a note?" Michael asked. "They don’t have to be specific. You could say things like "I need his scent’ or, ’I often wear his clothes’. Things like that." Michael offered some examples but Maxwell knew what he needed to say.

"I won’t let him cum by himself and I stole his clothes and brought them to work to huff when no one is watching." Michael, a professional, started typing.

"Okay. The first one is...a little unusual, but not unexpected. You are in a higher position of power, so those tendencies are bound to leak into other aspects of your life. The clothing thing? I’m not flagging that as too strange. The fact you did it without asking Andy about it? That tells me you have some hang ups about it, but I doubt Andy would. He’d probably think it was cute." Hearing it from one of his friends did help Maxwell slightly.

He had been worrying about how it would be perceived by Andrew. He knew that he’d be fine with it, but at the same time...

"I’ve also become insatiable when it comes to sex. I can’t get enough of him. I...I won’t bore you with the details, but even I know I’m becoming a lot." Maxwell muttered and Michael made a contemplative noise on the other side of the phone.

"Huh. You two did just move into the new house together, right? Andrew texted me and let me know." Maxwell nodded.

"Yeah. We did." Maxwell told him.

"And there are other people around? Contractors? I heard Richard is moving in with you guys as well because he manifested recently?" Michael asked and Maxwell nodded.

"Yes. Both of those things are correct." Maxwell confirmed.

"Have you considered that while you yourself are fine with these things, you might be getting a little jealous? A little worried subconsciously that Andrew’s attention might wander away from you?" It was like a gut punch to hear it from Michael.

"I don’t doubt Andrew." Maxwell’s words were harsh, aggressive. There wasn’t a person on earth who would be able to doubt the man. Not when he was a full fledged lover boy. The man was going out of his way to make things easier for Maxwell whenever he brought up his concerns. Constantly showered him with affection. Made him feel secure. "I don’t doubt him." Maxwell repeated and Michael chuckled.

"I understand, Max, I’m not saying that you actually do. You just might have some trauma tucked away somewhere that when your omega traits were activated more, it manifested in this way. With that being the case, my first suggestion is that you get a journal and begin documenting all the times you feel this way. We can’t fully treat this properly until we know where this comes from. If you document every time you feel this way, we can get the larger picture and figure out what will be the best way forward. My first suggestion is letting Andrew know about this." Maxwell frowned, and Michael let out a soft laugh. "I can already see that you’re frowning without having to be there. I’m serious, Max. He needs to know. Andrew will be very understanding. You know that."

Maxwell knew that Michael was right, but he didn’t want to tell the other man. Mainly because there was so much going on in their life already, and with Richard moving in, this felt like it wasn’t as big of a deal. This felt...minor. Just something that Maxwell had to deal with.

"Maxwell Beckett. Do not tell me you are seriously considering keeping this from him? I can’t tell him, but my god, if you keep this from him it’s going to lead to more problems. I’m telling you this as both a friend of Andrew’s, and your friend as well." Michael told him and Maxwell jerked.

Michael considered him a friend, and that alone made Maxwell’s heart ache.

"I just don’t want to. We have so much going on in our lives right now. I don’t want to make this about me." Maxwell muttered. Michael didn’t say anything for a moment.

"You’re everything to him, Max. He would be devastated to know that you were going through this and he didn’t know. Not really. Tell him, and I’ll make a little sheet for you to follow with things that you can do that don’t involve medication and therapy that could help lessen your symptoms. Tragically, omegas are more prone to separation anxiety compared to alphas. That’s probably why your Doctor didn’t bat an eyelash when you explained things to her." Maxwell appreciated how candid Michael was being with him.

"Fuck. Alright. Thanks Michael." Maxwell muttered, sighing as he held onto Andrew’s shirt. Michael chuckled.

"Take a few deep breaths of his scent. It’s not going to disappear, and it only gets worse when omegas get pregnant too, so keep that in mind. You need to get it under some kind of control before you two begin having kids because it will flare up again." Michael’s warning finally got through to him. Worse?

It could get worse?

That was a damn nightmare to consider. He’d have to keep the man chained up to his desk if that was the case. Maxwell hated that he didn’t dislike the idea.

"Thanks Michael. I’ll let you go. Sorry for calling during lunchtime." Maxwell knew he sounded deflated. He kind of was. Michael laughed.

"Anytime, Max. You and Andrew are friends, and clients. My phone is always open for you two."

"We owe you dinner. I’ll speak to Andrew when we can have you over. And Richard." Michael chuckled.

"Sounds good. Feel better, Max. Good speaking to you." Michael hung up and Maxwell buried his nose in Andrew’s shirt, contemplating how he was going to tell him about this. Fuck. At least he had some answers, even if he didn’t like it.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺