Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 69: Missing Omega.

"Ouch...fuck..."

Damien groaned under his breath, both hands clutching his head as a sharp throb pulsed through his skull. He squinted, forcing his eyes open as he struggled to adjust to the blinding brightness above him.

Now where the fuck am I?

The question barely formed in his mind when fragments of last night came crashing back all at once.

His eyes widened as he bolted upright in bed, panic jolting through his system. His gaze swept wildly across the room, his senses instinctively searching for one thing....that omega. The sweet, intoxicating pheromones that had driven him half-mad the night before.

But instead of warmth or scent, he was greeted with something far worse.

Blood.

The white bedspread beneath him was stained deep red, smeared across the sheets The smell lingered faintly in the air, yet there was no trace of those sweet omega pheromones.

"What...?" Damien whispered hoarsely.

His heart skipped a beat.

"D...did I kill him or something?" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up abruptly, ignoring the dizziness that followed. His eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of movement.

"I know I smelled those pheromones again," Damien muttered, running a shaky hand through his hair. "I know he came to me. I fucked him but... did I kill him after all?"

His breathing grew uneven.

"I should know if I killed someone, right?" he continued, frustration bleeding into his tone. "So why the hell don’t I remember anything like that?"

He stared back at the blood-stained bed.

Suddenly, another memory surfaced.

"Oh....fuck. Fred."

Damien’s eyes narrowed.

"He was with me last night," he said slowly. "Did he actually bring that omega here... or did the omega find his way to my place on his own?"

The uncertainty was driving him crazy at this point.

Without wasting another second, Damien crossed the room, grabbed his phone from the table, and immediately dialed Fred’s number.

"Pick up your phone, asshole," he muttered impatiently, pacing as the call rang.

Once, twixe, trice but there was no answer.

"Fuck," Damien hissed, ending the call and trying again.

Still nothing.

"Just where the hell did you put your phone?" he growled, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Giving up for now, he dropped onto the couch heavily, elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands.

Time passed.

After a while, Damien straightened and pressed his fingers against his wrist, checking his pulse out of pure instinct.

"...I’m fine," he muttered after a moment, releasing a long, heavy sigh.

His body felt normal. Strong. Stable.

"What happened to me yesterday felt like poison," he said quietly, eyes darkening. "And now I’m completely fine... all thanks to that omega."

His jaw clenched.

"Even though I wanted to teach him a lesson before but he still end up saving my life."

A pause.

"Then why the fuck can’t I justremember if I killed him or not?"

A disturbing thought crept in.

"...Or maybe this blood isn’t because I killed him," Damien murmured, his chest tightening. "Maybe it’s because I fucked him too hard."

His expression darkened with guilt.

"I know I was rough last night," he continued inwardly. "My body was on fire. I couldn’t control myself."

An omega especially an inexperienced one wouldn’t be able to handle me.

"Did I hurt him?" Damien thought, panic flaring. "Did I push him too far?"

He stood abruptly.

"Fuck this," he snapped. "I’m going to see Fred myself if he won’t pick up."

With that decision made, Damien headed into the bathroom. He showered quickly, scrubbing himself clean before stripping the bloodstained bedspread from the mattress and stuffing it into the washing machine. Once done, he grabbed his keys and stormed out of the hotel room.

Minutes later, he was already in his car, speeding out of the parking lot.

****

It was a busy Monday morning.

Traffic clogged the roads as people rushed to work, horns blaring and tempers flaring but Damien barely noticed. His mind was too occupied, replaying fragments of last night over and over again.

I couldn’t even see his face. I can’t recognize him. I’m such a fool! He thought Inwardly as he felt his dick rising again just my thinking about last night hence he turned on music to listen to, to get rid of his dirty thoughts.

Despite the congestion, he eventually pulled up outside Alex’s house.

Damien didn’t know Fred’s address, but he knew exactly who would.

Gabe.

And if his instincts were right, Gabe would be with Alex.

He parked hastily and strode toward the house, using the spare key without hesitation. The door opened quietly, revealing the living room.

Just as expected.

Alex and Gabe were there....seated close together. Gabe sat in his wheelchair, while Alex leaned toward him, their faces inches apart, clearly caught in an intimate moment.

Damien didn’t care.

He marched straight toward them.

"Good morning, Gabe," Damien said briskly, ignoring Alex entirely. "I need Fred’s home address. He’s not picking up his calls, and this is urgent."

Alex stiffened immediately.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Damien?" Alex snapped, standing to his full height, arms folding across his chest. "You just barged into my house."

He was visibly irritated especially since he’d been seconds away from kissing Gabe. Not as a therapist. Not professionally.

But emotionally.

And Damien had ruined it.

"Oh, relax," Damien replied coolly. "I have a spare key. You can’t exactly say I barged in."

He turned his attention back to Gabe and sat down in front of him, his expression softening slightly.

"How are you feeling now, Gabe?" Damien asked. "I know you went through hell with your husband, but I’m glad you survived it."

A pause.

"And I’m glad that idiot is finally going to prison."

Then, without missing a beat, he added, "Now please....Fred’s address. I really need to see him."

Huh?

Gabe stared at Damien, suspicion flickering unmistakably in his eyes.

He came all the way here... looking this tense, this restless... just because of Fred’s home address?

That didn’t sit right with him. Not at all.

Why though? Gabe wondered inwardly, his lips pressing into a thin line. And since when did he and Fred even get that close?

Outwardly, Gabe raised an eyebrow, deliberately masking his unease behind feigned curiosity.

"Fred’s home address?" he said slowly, his tone light but probing, "when exactly did you two suddenly become so close?"

Gabe tilted his head slightly, watching Damien’s reaction carefully.

Fred did tell me about the kiss he had with Damien and he also told me about how he hit his head with a flower vase. Did Damien just find out about that? He thought, studying Damien’s face. Is that why he want to see Fred? To confront him? Or maybe to get revenge on him?

"I just want to ask him some questions," Damien replied after what felt like fire having being in deep thoughts, exhaling heavily as if restraining himself.

Gabe’s heart skipped.

I knew it, he thought sharply. He did find out about that incident after all.

His throat went dry as a far more terrifying realization followed.

And now he wants to confront Fred?

Gabe swallowed hard.

Fuck... I really hope he doesn’t know Fred is that omega. If he finds out... things could turn extremely bad.

"We were together last night. Trust me. We had some few drinks. " Damien added.

"And you didn’t ask him those questions last night," Gabe said slowly, lifting an eyebrow, "but decided to come here this morning instead?"

Damien’s jaw tightened.

"Y...you...." He stuttered briefly before snapping, irritation bleeding into his voice. "Can you just stop with the questions and give me the address?"

His eyes darkened.

"I don’t have much time for this."

A heavy silence fell.

"Well..." Gabe finally said, his voice calm but firm, "I’m sorry but I can’t give you Fred’s home address."

The words hit Damien like a punch to the chest.

"What?" he blurted out, shock flashing across his face.

Inside, Gabe let out a weary sigh.

Fred’s home is always filled with his pheromones sometimes, he thought grimly.

"And why is that?" Damien demanded, confusion and disbelief clouding his expression. "I just need his address to ask him a few questions, and you’re refusing?"

He let out a harsh, incredulous scoff.

"Seriously?" Damien continued, voice rising. "This is a matter of life and death!"

Gabe didn’t flinch.

"I don’t know when you and Fred suddenly became close," he replied evenly. "But if you want to ask him questions, then wait."

Damien stared at him.

"He’ll come by," Gabe went on firmly. "Either to his office or here to check up on me. He always does."

His tone hardened.

"When he comes, you can ask him whatever you want."

The more composed Gabe sounded, the more Damien’s frustration grew.

"Fuck!" Damien cursed under his breath, dragging his fingers through his hair violently. "I hate this."