Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 78: Let’s have an actual conversation.

The next day arrived swiftly.

Golden sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting warm rays across Fred’s face. The sudden brightness jolted him awake, and he gasped as he shot upright in bed, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

Fuck... I actually fell asleep, Fred thought inwardly as his hands immediately flew to his neck, then his stomach, his fingers trembling as if searching for stab wounds or signs of blood.

I tried staying awake last night. Even made sure Damien slept off but I ended up sleeping too. How stupid?! If he had decide to kill me in my sleep then he would have succeeded.

But thank goodness he doesn’t have that thoughts,he doesn’t know I’m the omega br hates yet....if not I’ll have been killed, I wouldn’t be waking up today, he reasoned shakily. Besides... Damien doesn’t know I’m that omega. Still... I can’t stop being afraid.

His chest tightened painfully.

But then it really feels like he knows. Like he knows everything but is only pretending.

Fred slowly lifted his gaze and scanned the room. His eyes darted toward the couch where Damien had slept the night before.

It was empty.

"Where’s that bastard?" Fred muttered under his breath, unease creeping deeper into his bones.

Carefully, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, making his way toward the bedroom door. Just as he reached for the handle...

The door suddenly swung open.

"Shit!"

Fred barely managed to dodge in time, stumbling back as the door narrowly missed hitting him.

"You’re awake," Damien said cheerfully as he stepped inside, a warm smile on his face.

In his hands was a tray filled with covered dishes, the scent of food faint but tempting lingering in the air.

"Sorry," Damien added lightly. "Did I startle you? You look shocked."

"N–no," Fred replied quickly, swallowing hard. "I’m fine. It’s nothing."

His gaze flicked nervously to the tray before returning to Damien. "Uh... you’re still here? I thought you and Alex would’ve already left for work. You really don’t have to worry about me that much."

"Of course we do," Damien replied smoothly. "Gabe isn’t here, and Alex already went to his office. He has another therapy session today."

As he spoke, Damien walked past Fred and placed the tray neatly on the small table beside the bed.

Fuck, Fred screamed inwardly. That means I’m alone with Damien.

Before Fred could say another word, Damien turned back toward him and without warning, wrapped his arms around Fred and lifted him up effortlessly.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Fred shouted, shock and terror racing through him as his body stiffened.

Damien didn’t respond. He simply carried Fred toward the bed and gently laid him down, as if the outburst meant nothing.

"I’m an Alpha just like you!" Fred snapped angrily. "I’m not some omega you can just carry around however you like!"

Damien crouched slightly in front of him, his expression calm, almost amused. "What are you getting worked up over? I’m just taking care of you."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "And yes you’re an Alpha. Which is exactly why you need to recover properly. It’s rare for Alphas to get sick enough to require a doctor."

His gaze sharpened slightly. "You’re the first Alpha I’ve seen who didn’t heal on his own."

"And what exactly are you trying to say?" Fred demanded, his eyes blazing with anger.

I wouldn’t be in this condition if it weren’t for you, Fred screamed inwardly, fury and fear twisting together painfully.

"You’re behaving like an omega who needs constant care," Damien replied bluntly.

Fred exploded. "I’m an Alpha! How dare you compare me to weak omegas?!"

He clenched his fists. "You saying that is the same as looking down on me!"

"Oh, I am looking down on you," Damien replied casually, his tone infuriatingly calm. "So get well soon."

The words only fueled Fred’s anger further.

Damien straightened and gestured toward the tray. "Anyway, Alex prepared breakfast for you before leaving."

"You..." Fred started, his lips parting as if he wanted to say more, but the words refused to come.

Damien ignored the unfinished sentence and calmly lifted the lids off the plates on the tray, revealing neatly arranged French toast, a glass of milk, and a generous serving of fried chicken and hot dogs. The warm aroma immediately filled the room.

"I added fried chicken and hot dogs," Damien said casually. "I love chicken, after all, so I figured you might enjoy some too."

Fred couldn’t help licking his lips at the sight.

Even in his sleep, he had smelled food being prepared earlier, but he had dismissed it, assuming it wasn’t coming from his house. When Damien had walked in with the tray, Fred had assumed Damien made it himself which was why he hadn’t reacted much.

But now, knowing Alex had prepared it?

Something warm stirred in his chest.

Without wasting any time, Fred walked back to the bed and sat down heavily. He grabbed one of the sandwiches and began eating eagerly. One bite turned into several as he moved on to the hot dogs, then the fried chicken, barely pausing between mouthfuls.

"Slow down," Damien warned, watching him with a raised brow. "You’re going to choke if you keep eating like that."

Fred waved him off vaguely, chewing. "You should take some milk," Damien added. "Or maybe juice"

"The drugs the doctor prescribed cause excessive hunger," Fred replied between bites. "So yeah, I’ll feel hungry all the time."

He reached for the glass of milk and gulped it down in one go, releasing a long, satisfied sigh afterward.

"Anyway... thank you for the food," Fred said finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "But I can only take my next dose when Gabe comes over, so tell me...when are you leaving? To your workplace, I mean."

"I’m not going to work today," Damien replied flatly.

The words sent a sharp jolt of shock straight down Fred’s spine.

"Got a problem with that?" Damien added calmly.

"Definitely," Fred snapped, raising an eyebrow. "I’ve eaten already, so I don’t need you for anything. Why are you still here?"

I can only breathe properly once you’re gone, Fred thought inwardly, releasing a silent sigh.

"Well," Damien said slowly, "because I want to be."

He folded his arms loosely. "I already told you I’m not working today. Going back to my place just to drown in my thoughts doesn’t sound appealing. It’s better I stay here with you. We can talk."

"Talk?" Fred scoffed. "And get drown in thoughts? Don’t tell me those ’thoughts’ are about that omega of yours."

He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "Trying to capture him, maybe?"

Damien stiffened subtly.

Images from the previous night flashed through his mind....too vivid, too sharp. He swallowed hard. No matter how much he tried to push it away, the memory of that scent lingered, sweet and intoxicating. His body reacted against his will, heat coiling low in his stomach, something he despised deeply.

That reaction was exactly why he needed to find the omega.

Control him. End it.

"Uh... no," Damien replied after a brief pause. "We should forget about all that."

He straightened, deliberately shifting the conversation. "Let’s have an actual conversation. We’re... getting closer, aren’t we?"

He met Fred’s gaze steadily. "It wouldn’t hurt to know more about each other."

Fred rolled his eyes in open disdain as he thought. You don’t like omegas, and you definitely don’t like Alphas who like omegas either. So you trying to ’get to know me’ is weird.

He snorted as he thought inwardly. It’s not like you’re trying to know a partner or something. And we’re not even friends and yeah there’s nothing to know about each other.

Fred leaned forward slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes despite himself. "Alright we don’t need to get close. There’s no reason to."

He paused, then added cautiously, "But I do have a question. Though I already know you probably won’t answer it."

"You want to ask about those omegas from the club again, don’t you?" Damien said, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "You’re oddly worried about them."

He tilted his head. "Why didn’t you go back to the club yourself to check if they’re fine rather than asking me questions?"

You’ve already put too much fear in my heart for that, Fred thought bitterly.

Watching them get drugged... used... hearing their silent screams.

Going back there would only reopen wounds.

"Of course I’m worried about them," Fred said firmly. "You’re not, because you don’t like omegas."

His voice hardened. "But I do."

He lifted his chin slightly. "My boyfriend is an omega, after all and I love and respect him a lot."

Fred locked eyes with Damien, seriousness etched deep into his expression.

"So tell me," he said quietly. "Are they fine? After getting drugged like that by you and your friends?"