(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 335: A piece of trash

Maxwell, it turned out, got a call shortly before they finished dinner and had to do some work because of the call. It sounded rather serious, which meant Andrew was left to clean up and probably have the night to himself. He wanted to be near Maxwell as he worked, but also didn’t want to distract him.

Especially as Maxwell’s voice started to rise in volume. It sounded like someone had fucked up, and now Maxwell had to clean up the mess. Oof.

Andrew went about making sure the house was spotless before he made himself home on the couch in the living room, keeping an ear out for Maxwell as he set to work researching separation anxiety, symptoms, and anything that he could do.

Andrew was slightly relieved that at first it didn’t sound too different from a normal anxiety disorder. It was only as he read more about how it could affect work life balance that he felt a cold sweat run down his spine.

Looking through the list of normal symptoms, Andrew could tell that if Maxwell had it, he had the rather extreme side of things. Especially since what he was reading was for normal betas and probably alphas. There was a whole other tab for omegas, but he didn’t want to touch that yet so that he could understand the differences.

Andrew spent a long time taking notes, making sure he was reading multiple sources, checking that they weren’t just blowing air, and then referencing his materials again. He had a little notepad that he was taking his more serious notes on, simply because he worked better when he took notes on things he wanted to remember, and he wanted to remember this.

He wrote down several notes for treatment. Normal treatment, before he got up to check on Maxwell.

He made his way to his office, peeking into the room to find the man pacing around on the phone, yelling at someone still. Maxwell looked pissed, his face a cloud of anger and Andrew checked his phone. He wondered if he was going to be doing this all night, and if that was the case, maybe they should go in a little later for work in the morning since he was working off the clock.

He then shook his head, sneaking away so as not to disturb his boyfriend while he was putting out fires. He knew better. Maxwell wouldn’t want to stay home in the morning, especially after he had been busy putting out fires at night. What he was thinking? Maxwell would turn that suggestion down in a heartbeat.

Andrew knew what would probably take the edge off of his anger, and he wasn’t exactly willing to do it in a place where there were too many windows, like the office. At least not until they got curtains up that Maxwell liked.

Andrew turned back to the living room, tucking his legs under him as he began to go into the omega aspect of separation anxiety, or as he was reading it ASAD. It only made Andrew sad that sad was in the way it could be said, and made him feel guilty like he was at fault that Maxwell had caught it.

Andrew knew that wasn’t how this worked, he just felt so much pain at the idea that Maxwell was suffering from something that he couldn’t really help with. Plus, as he read through the symptoms that omegas could suffer, Andrew felt like all the blood had drained from his body.

Why the hell did they have so many? And why was it so common? This was fucking horrible!

It felt like someone had just put every symptom that they could think of under symptoms. Nothing felt connected, and it wasn’t the same kind of concise list that had come from the beta and alpha search. It was so much more complicated, and Andrew felt like he was getting lost in all of the medical jargon, so he did what you sometimes did when you were curious about a topic with a lot of discourse.

You went to a website where people could talk about different topics anonymously.

Andrew was horrified to find out that most people, or the top comments were about how it was so cute that omegas formed separation anxiety with their preferred people. It was their way of marking someone, making sure that they couldn’t leave them. Andrew hated that idea. They could still leave them, it wasn’t like a marking at all.

His Mom would like to beg to differ, and as he scrolled down, so would a few other omegas who had been marked by true alphas and left to rot, especially after they had developed separation anxiety with them.

Andrew noticed a worrying trend. Most of the omegas who were talking about their experiences in the group chat were talking about true alphas, not regular alphas or betas. There were a few that spoke of other relationships, but for the most part it was true alpha relationships that they were talking about. Andrew didn’t like that.

The only thing that was a saving grace was that most people on the forum were talking about how their partner hadn’t bitten them, or had bitten them but had been spending more time with their other partners. The more Andrew read about this, the more he was beginning to wonder how rare true alphas really were.

Cause damn, there were quite a few that had a lot of scorned lovers. It honestly wouldn’t surprise Andrew if these poor omegas were talking about the same bastard true alpha.

The more Andrew read, the more he realised they were all thinking the same thing, and then he found out that yes, it was the case. Andrew wondered if the omegas had gathered and beat the shitty true alpha’s ass. He really hoped that they did. What scum.

Either way, the general understanding that Andrew was coming to was that most people viewed this as a rather normal phenomenon that was unavoidable if one was to live as an omega truly. It would happen at some point in their lives, usually after birth. If it happened before that, it was rather unfortunate, but they had created medication to help with that.

Andrew sighed, groaning as he placed his head in his hand, his phone placed on the back of the couch. Medicine? Andrew knew better than to get his hopes up. Maxwell already had a tricky body, the likelihood that any medicine would work for him weren’t great odds. Maxwell hadn’t said it to him out loud, but why else would an omega open up a pharmaceutical company that specialised in medications for omegas and alphas if that wasn’t the case?

Now, that could only apply to suppressants and the like, but Andrew didn’t think that was the case. He hoped he was wrong, but why else would Maxwell not like going to the Doctor? Why else would the man have a little bit of a phobia going to a place where his family ran it?

Andrew could be wrong, but he didn’t think he was. Maxwell came from a rich family already, he didn’t really need money outside of pride reasons.

Okay. Maybe that was a rather valid reason, remembering back on how Maxwell had discussed his family before Andrew had met them. They hadn’t exactly gotten along, and the relationship had only gotten better because of Andrew. So that shouldn’t be ruled out.

Shit.

Andrew hated that the best course of action right now was journaling, like Michael had said. Andrew, after doing his research, reached out to Michael, sending him a message and hoping that he didn’t answer it until morning for his work life balance.

Like Maxwell, the man responded rather quickly, asking if they could call instead of text. Andrew called him right away.

"Hey. You shouldn’t be answering texts like this." Andrew started, and Michael’s chuckle on the other end held a note of tiredness to it, but that was about it.

"What? You’re my friend, Andy. Of course I’m going to answer, especially after I spoke with Maxwell this afternoon." He let out a soft exhale. "Sorry. I’m just coming back from a house call. I’m at my car right now, so give me a sec while I settle in." Andrew nodded, listening as the other man opened the car door, grumbled as he got in, turned on the car and then Andrew’s hearing shifted slightly. He was probably now hooked up to the car’s speakers. "Alright. Settled in."

"Do you ever have a day off?" Andrew asked and Michael laughed.

"Day off? I haven’t had one of those since I graduated. No. I’m just hoping some wealthy person will see me for who I am and whisk me away from this life of staring at other men’s penises." Michael joked. "Anyways, I’m assuming Maxy told you?" He asked and Andrew shifted, getting to his feet. He didn’t really like that Michael had called him that, but what could he say? That he couldn’t call Maxwell by a nickname? He wasn’t that petty.

"Yeah, he told me. I just did a little research myself. Am I wrong to think it’s super fucked up that everyone online is so chill with how terrible it sounds to be an omega and get diagnosed with this?" Andrew asked and Michael sighed.

"No. You aren’t wrong. It’s actually mostly other omegas who write the posts and papers on this and since they grew up with their Moms or Dads having it, they just don’t bat an eye at it. Hearing Maxwell explain himself a little bit, I was just horrified hearing what he’s going through. Well, most of it." Michael chuckled. "But, it still needs to be dealt with. For now, make sure he’s journaling all of his symptoms. Even if he doesn’t think it’s anything, we’ll need to know everything. Because there isn’t a clear list of recognised symptoms, we don’t have a standard plan to follow." Michael said and Andrew nodded.

"Okay. so, make sure to take notes, keep an eye on him, and assist where needed." Andrew said and Michael yawned on the other side.

"You got it. We’ll eventually have to distance you two for a little bit, nothing crazy, but that’s one of the few ways to make sure that he gets over it. I hate to do it so soon, so I won’t. Just be mindful that he is anxious, even if he doesn’t look like it." Michael told him and Andrew nodded.

"Okay. Yeah. I can do that. Lots of comfort, but not too much." Andrew said and Michael chuckled.

"You got it." Michael told him before a soft voice spoke up behind him.

"Baby? Who are you talking to?" it was Maxwell, and he had this concerned look on his face as Andrew turned and faced him in the doorway of the living room from the hallway. He looked adorable with the sweater not fitting him properly.

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