Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 55: I’ll take him home.

The air inside the club was thick and suffocating, filled with the loud, overlapping chatter of people and the heavy scent of alcohol. Different aromas of food mixed chaotically with cigarette smoke, creating an intoxicating haze and lingered in the lungs. The bass from the music thumped violently against the walls, vibrating through the floor and straight into the bones.

It was the best club in town.

And that was exactly where Damien was.

"Bring more drinks!!!" Damien yelled over the blasting music, his voice rough and carefree as he swayed to the rhythm. One hand was already wrapped around a glass of wine, the dark liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim as he danced without a care in the world.

I have to celebrate Alex’s success after all, he thought inwardly, a wide and satisfied grin stretching across his face. He finally laid the omega down. He did well... He really did. Guess he finally took my teaching seriously.

Burly, attractive men...shirtless and wearing nothing but tight party trousers approached Damien’s VIP section. Their muscles flexing as they carried a tray filled with expensive wines. With practiced elegance, they placed the tray on the glass table before him.

"Are you sure you don’t need company, sir?" one of the men asked smoothly, leaning forward just enough to show off his body. He winked suggestively. "I’ll definitely make you feel good. You only need to tell me to sit, and I’ll do all the work on your dick... make you feel extremely good."

Damien’s smile faded instantly.

Not you filthy omegas, he thought coldly. The best thing to do with your kind is to use you and discard you. But me? You’re not even worth using. I wouldn’t even step foot here if not because all the clubs in this country have omegas in them.

He heaved a heavy sigh, irritation clearly etched across his face.

"I don’t need any company," Damien finally said aloud, his tone sharp with annoyance. "This feels like the hundredth time you’re asking me."

Only then did the men retreat, exchanging glances before walking away and leaving Damien alone in his VIP box once again.

"Can I sit with you, though?"

The voice was deep...thick, masculine and unfamiliar enough that Damien immediately lifted his head. His brows furrowed, already prepared to snap, thinking it was one of the dancers again. But before the words could leave his mouth, recognition hit him.

It was Fred.

Gabe’s friend.

"You?" Damien asked, followed by a light chuckle as surprise gave way to amusement. "What are you doing here?" He gestured toward the seat across from him. "Yeah... you can sit." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"I should be the one asking you that," Fred replied with a small smile as he took the seat. "What is a doctor doing in a place like this?"

Damien poured him a drink without hesitation. Fred accepted it, lifted the glass, and gulped it down in one go.

"What do you mean, what is a doctor doing here?" Damien scoffed lightly. "Is a doctor supposed to die after a long day of work?" He leaned back against the couch and sighed heavily. "Besides, today is Friday after all."

"You’re right about that," Fred agreed, exhaling slowly. "Friday nights are for enjoyment. For relaxing." His expression darkened slightly as he added, "Honestly, I need to be here....to drink and calm my anger somehow."

Damien turned to him, raising an eyebrow with clear curiosity. "And why exactly are you angry?"

"I’m angry about a lot of things," Fred replied, his voice lower now. He sighed again, longer this time. "And Gabe is one of them. He still refuses to leave Sabe’s house. He still insists on staying there, like he doesn’t care about his own life." Fred clenched his jaw. "Both of us know how dangerous Sabe is, yet... Gabe doesn’t seem to understand that."

"Oh, I see..." Damien murmured thoughtfully as he lifted another glass of wine. He drank it in one gulp, the alcohol burning his throat. He was starting to feel dizzy now, his head slightly light from how much he had already consumed.

"Are you okay?" Fred asked the moment he noticed.

"Oh, sure I am," Damien replied immediately, waving him off as he poured yet another drink and emptied it just as quickly. "And honestly, you shouldn’t be so angry about it." He smirked faintly. "Omegas have always been complicated beings from the onset."

Fred stiffened slightly.

"I don’t like them one bit," Damien continued casually. "But Alex always had them as clients. So I had to smile... had to treat them properly even though I fucking hate them."

Fred swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the empty glass.

"And why exactly would you hate omegas?" Fred asked calmly, though his eyes were sharp with scrutiny. "I noticed you turned down most of the omegas who offered to serve you tonight." He tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "I was seated right in front of you the whole time, watching. Honestly, I was almost forced to come meet you because you kept rejecting them."

He let out a scoff, folding his arms loosely. "I needed company too, anyway. So I came over. I knew you wouldn’t be able to turn me down at least and I was right."

Damien said nothing at first, merely lifting his glass and swirling the wine lazily, the liquid catching the dim lights of the club.

"And yeah," Fred continued after a brief pause, his tone growing more serious, "omegas are often referred to as the womb of the nation. Without omegas giving birth, there wouldn’t be alphas or even betas." He leaned back slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Even though omegas are the lowest in the ABO system, even though they’re treated like dirt by most people, that doesn’t change the fact that they’re important."

His voice softened, but the conviction behind it only grew stronger.

"They should be the number one in the ABO system, if you think about it. But then..." Fred exhaled slowly. "It is what it is." He looked directly at Damien now. "No one should hate them...especially not you. You’re a doctor."

He shook his head faintly. "Omegas are already going through a rough time just by existing in this world. It wouldn’t hurt if at least some people showed them kindness."

"Kindness?" Damien repeated, raising an eyebrow before letting out a short, mocking scoff. "And yeah, they’re dirt. That’s why they’re treated like dirt."

"What?" Fred’s brows shot up, confusion and disbelief written clearly across his face. "Why would you say that?" His voice hardened. "You’re a medical doctor. You of all people shouldn’t be saying something like that."

"Oh, really?" Damien replied coldly. "But that’s the truth." His lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Omegas are nothing but baby-making machines. Apart from that, they have no other usefulness in this world."

Fred stiffened.

"They sleep with multiple alphas and betas alike for money....that’s their specialty," Damien went on, his words slurred slightly but sharp with malice. "They never cared about true love. Only benefits." He scoffed again, then attempted to rise to his feet.

He barely made it halfway up before his body swayed dangerously.

"Damien...." Fred reached out instinctively.

Damien lost his balance entirely, and Fred barely managed to catch him before he crashed back down.

What the actual fuck?! Fred thought inwardly, sadness and anger in his chest. Am I right to keep hiding my identity as an omega? People will never stop seeing omegas as less, after all...

"You should go home now, Damien," Fred finally said aloud, his voice tired as he sighed heavily. "What’s your home address? I’ll take you back."

No response.

"Huh?" Fred frowned, looking down at him more closely.

His eyes widened.

He passed out! Fred screamed internally as Damien suddenly collapsed fully against him. Damien’s large body pressed him down hard, knocking the air from his lungs and making it difficult to breathe.

Fuck this! Fred cursed inwardly. Why the fuck did he drink so much when he clearly can’t handle alcohol? Stupid bastard!

Without wasting time, Fred carefully shifted Damien’s weight and dipped his hand into Damien’s pocket, searching urgently.

A card... anything...

And then...

Tada.

He found it.

"Now let’s get you home, big guy," Fred muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "Even though you insulted omegas." His gaze lingered on Damien’s unconscious face. "Still... I believe there’s a story behind it. Especially with the way your eyes looked when you were talking about them. That kind of hate doesn’t come from nowhere."

He managed to push Damien off himself and struggled back to his feet, breathing heavily.

"Are we to take care of him, sir?" a sultry voice came from behind.

Fred closed his eyes briefly and face-palmed.

It was one of the omegas from the club again.

"He looks so good," the omega continued softly.

If I leave you here, you’ll definitely be violated, Fred thought grimly as he glanced down at Damien. These omegas are eager to fuck your dick, and honestly, I don’t blame them. You’re handsome, after all.

His lips twitched. Still... why the fuck did you come to club when you hate omegas, you dumb fuck?

"Don’t worry about him," Fred said firmly, turning around. "I’ll take him home."

The disappointment was evident on the omegas’ faces, but they bowed their heads in response nonetheless.

"Just help me lift him to the car," Fred added.

The omegas signaled to two burly men....clearly security who stepped forward and carefully lifted Damien. Fred followed closely behind as they carried him out of the club, the loud music fading behind them.