Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 25: And what the hell is your d**k doing out?!

They turned toward the door as they both recognized the voice.

It was Sabe.

"Gabe! Are you inside that room?! And the therapist?!" Sabe’s voice thundered from behind the closed door, thick with anger. "Just what the fuck is going on?! I’ve been calling your phone for what feels like forever with no damn response! You didn’t even hear me drive into the compound either!"

Gabe and Alex froze instantly, as though caught in a spotlight.

Without a word, they instinctively moved away from each other. Gabe’s pulse was racing while Alex’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for his shirt.

Alex hurriedly tucked himself back into his trousers, zipping them up before quickly turning toward the wardrobe. He snatched a fresh set of clothes meant for Gabe and began dressing him with hurried precision, his fingers brushing briefly over the trembling omega’s arm.

"That bastard!" Gabe hissed under his breath, his voice barely audible but tight with panic. "Why the hell is he home this early?!"

Did he... suspect anything?

His heart thudded painfully in his chest, but he forced his expression into something calm....detached, even as his stomach churned with fear.

No, not now. I can’t afford to panic. Sabe must never find out what just happened between me and Alex... Not a single trace. If he learned of it, he would use it to ruin me.

"Open this damn door right now!" Sabe’s voice erupted again, louder this time, echoing off the walls. The sound of his fists pounding against the wood followed sharply. "Open up, or I swear I’ll break it down, Gabe! The therapist was supposed to hold your sessions in the living room, not your bedroom! What the hell are you doing in there?!"

"Can you just shut the fuck up already?!" Gabe shot back, his voice uncharacteristically sharp, anger coating each word. "The door will be opened soon, Sabe!"

The outburst stunned Alex for a second....he wasn’t expecting Gabe to still fight back with words.

Once Alex finished helping Gabe into his clothes, he straightened his shirt, took a deep breath, and moved toward the door. He turned the knob and barely got the door halfway open before...

Thud!

Sabe’s fist connected hard against his cheek. The impact made Alex’s head whip violently to the side.

"What the hell are you doing in my partner’s room?!" Sabe barked, his eyes blazing with fury as he grabbed Alex by the collar, dragging him forward. "Didn’t he tell you no one touches him or steps foot into this room except his husband?!"

The words struck like venom, but Alex didn’t flinch for long. Rage surged through him as he clenched his jaw and, without hesitation, swung back. His fist slammed into Sabe’s face, sending the furious alpha stumbling backward.

"How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?!" Alex roared, his own anger finally spilling over. "And what do you mean by what I’m doing here? If a husband can’t even assist his own partner, what right do you have to get mad at someone else for doing what you couldn’t do?!"

Sabe froze for a second, his lips twitching in disbelief. Then, with a dark chuckle, he raised an eyebrow and spat blood onto the floor.

"Oh really?" he scoffed, the sound sharp and mocking. "Is that what he told you? Gabe, Is that what your therapy session’s been about.....badmouthing me? Filling this lowlife therapist’s head with trash so he’d have the guts to lay his hands on me?!"

He yanked himself free from Alex’s grip, fury blazing in his eyes, and then delivered another brutal punch to Alex’s jaw.

"Stop this madness right now, Sabe!" Gabe’s voice rang out, trembling with both anger and desperation. "Why would you even lay a hand on Alex?! He was only helping me with things you couldn’t help me with!"

Sabe turned sharply toward him, eyes narrowing. "Things I couldn’t help you with?" he repeated coldly, his voice laced with suspicion. "Like what exactly, Gabe?"

Before Gabe could respond, Alex stepped forward, striking Sabe again only for Sabe to strike him back and this time, Alex allowed himself stumble to the floor after, pretending the hit had been stronger than it was. Everyone knew Sabe was an alpha, and Alex....a supposed beta was expected to be physically weaker. It was safer this way.

"Stop it, Sabe!" Gabe shouted again, his voice cracking. He wanted to stand, to intervene, but his condition, his supposed paralysis kept him bound to the bed, trembling with helpless rage.

"And what exactly do you think we were doing if not therapy?!" Gabe snapped, his tone cutting through the tension. "You’re disturbing us, Sabe! If you have nothing reasonable to say, then leave. Just leave!"

Sabe let out a sharp, bitter scoff, his jaw tightening as his furious gaze swept across the room. Then his eyes fell on Gabe.

For a moment, his expression froze. His gaze dropped lower, and his nostrils flared.

There, just barely visible beneath the duvet that had slipped off Gabe’s leg slightly was his exposed erection, still half out of his trousers.

Sabe’s blood boiled instantly.

"And what the hell is your dick doing out?!" he exploded, his voice echoing through the room. In two long strides, he was standing before Gabe, his expression a mask of pure, murderous rage.

Before Gabe could even react, Sabe’s hand shot forward grabbing him roughly by the crotch.

"Ah Sabe! You’re hurting me, you bastard!" Gabe gasped in pain, his voice breaking as he instinctively tried to pull away. "Let go of me! Let go of my dick!"

"Then tell me why the hell it’s out in the first place!" Sabe bellowed, his grip tightening cruelly. "And it’s hard too! Hard for who exactly, Gabe?!" His eyes blazed as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with fury. "Tell me.....what has that motherfucker of a therapist been doing to you? Did he suck you off? Did you get hard for a mere beta?! Is this what your therapy sessions are about now?!!"

"Let go of him!" Alex’s voice rang out, sharp and furious. He took a threatening step forward, but Sabe turned to him immediately, releasing a wave of his dominant Alpha pheromones into the air. The thick, oppressive scent hit like a wall of dominance and anger.

It didn’t affect Alex....his body was immune but he had to pretend otherwise. He stumbled back dramatically, colliding with the floor just as Sabe’s fist swung toward him.

The punch connected hard against Alex’s face. Pain shot through his jaw, but even through it, he could see the satisfaction gleaming in Sabe’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Gabe cried out again, clutching the bedsheets tightly as his body trembled. "You’re hurting me, Sabe! Stop it!" he yelled, faking the trembling weakness typical of an omega under an Alpha’s pheromonal dominance. He couldn’t afford to break character.....not now. Everyone knew him to be a crippled omega, frail and easily subdued.

"Let go of him, you motherfucker!" Alex shouted again, pushing himself up with a growl. His voice dripped with rage.

Before Sabe could throw another punch, Alex surged forward. His hand shot out, gripping Sabe’s collar tightly and with one brutal movement, he slammed the Alpha’s head hard against the wall.

A deep thud echoed through the room. Sabe’s body went limp instantly, his eyes rolling back as he crumpled to the floor.

Alex’s gaze flickered briefly, a faint golden glow in his eyes.....the trace of his hidden Enigma powers pulsing for a heartbeat before fading.

The room went deathly silent.

Without wasting a second, Alex turned back toward Gabe. The fake omega sat trembling on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down his face, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His pants were still disheveled, his swollen shaft red and sore from Sabe’s brutal grip.

"Hey..." Alex’s voice softened as he approached cautiously. He sat beside the bed and gently brushed his fingers against Gabe’s cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked, his brow creasing with concern. His gaze flickered downward, briefly catching the sight of Gabe’s injury. His expression darkened. "I’m so sorry," he murmured. "That must’ve hurt like hell."

Gabe didn’t answer.

Instead, he lean closer throwing himself into Alex’s arms, his whole body shaking as he buried his face against Alex’s chest. His sobs came in broken waves, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the silent room.

Alex froze for a moment, then slowly wrapped his arms around him. He began to stroke Gabe’s back gently, his palm moving in slow, reassuring circles as he let the smaller man cry.

Minutes passed.

By the time Gabe’s crying finally slowed, Alex’s shirt was soaked through with tears. Still, he didn’t pull away. He simply held him, letting him tremble against his chest.

"It’s okay," Alex whispered, his voice low and steady. "You’re safe now."

He let out a soft, bitter scoff. "I didn’t know your husband was such a beast. And you still want to win him back? You really want that man to touch you again....to have sex with you? Seriously, Gabe?" He shook his head in disbelief. "He treats you like this, and you still... love him?"