Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 17: Investigations.

Alex chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound. "He appears to be a weak omega," he began, setting the glass down on the table. "One of those who love too deeply.....desperate to win their husband back. But his expression..." His voice trailed off for a moment as his mind replayed the earlier scene, Gabe’s hand gripping him, the warmth of his touch, the pulse of raw temptation that had electrified his every nerve.

Damien tilted his head, curiosity flickering across his features. "His expression?" he pressed. "What about it?"

"It told a completely different story," Alex said finally, his smirk returning. "He looked... hungry. Tell me, Damien....what kind of omega, one who supposedly loves his husband and wants to win him back, would be so desperate to suck the cock of a therapist he barely met? No... that wasn’t love or longing for his husband. That was rebellion. He wants to discard his husband, not win him back. And he wants to use me to do it."

Damien blinked, his brow furrowing. "Huh? So what you’re saying is... he’s using you? Then isn’t that a good thing?" His lips curved into a teasing grin. "Just let him suck you. Hell, fuck him if you have to....help him get over his husband." He chuckled wickedly, pacing in front of the sofa. "Come on, Alex, this is your chance to win that omega over. You’re responding to his scent already. Why fight it?"

Alex’s eyes glinted with amusement and calculation all at once. "I’m not interested in rushing this," he said coolly, fingers tracing the rim of his glass. "What I want is to understand him. To investigate who he truly is. Because, Damien... that omega isn’t ordinary."

Damien arched an eyebrow, smirking faintly. "Not ordinary? What’s that supposed to mean? You think he’s been sent? That’d be a pretty stupid move from your rivals, don’t you think? Planting an omega in your path? They’d be signing their own death warrant." He let out a deep, mocking laugh that echoed across the marble walls.

"They’ll do anything to steal that secret formula," Alex replied quietly, his tone now stripped of humor. He set the champagne aside and exhaled deeply, the tension in his body barely contained. "And if they think sending an omega could distract me or extract information, they’re more desperate than I imagined."

He rose slowly from his seat, his expression darkening into one of calm power. "But rather than investigate immediately, I think I’ll play along for a while. Let’s see how long that Omega can keep up that docile act before his true nature slips through. And when it does..." He paused, glancing toward the grand mirror across the hall, his reflection smirking back at him. "...I’ll start my own game."

The room seemed to hum faintly as his hand began to glow with a soft golden light. A subtle pulse of energy rippled through the air before he flicked his wrist casually.

The flower vase behind him shattered instantly, exploding into shards on the floor.

***

Meanwhile....back to Gabe.

And so..." Fred began, his tone playful as he pushed the wheelchair steadily along the quiet pavement under the afternoon sun with an umbrella over their heads though, "how was your therapy session?"

Oh fuck. I really don’t want to talk about it now Fred. Sabe thought inwardly with pain in his eyes.

He was smiling recently all thanks to Alex whom he was thinking about and now Fred decided to ruin it.

"With that hot therapist?" Fred added with curiosity in his eyes.

Gabe, seated comfortably in the wheelchair, had a warm smile plastered across his face at the mention of the word ’hot’, his fingers tapping lazily against the armrest as the afternoon breeze, although warm brushed his hair.

"Oh, so you also agree that he’s hot?" Gabe replied, smirking as he tilted his head back slightly to look up at his friend. "I should have gone for him instead of that dickhead, Sabe. Honestly, it’s such a shame. He should have been the one in high school , should have been the one in that car accident, not Sabe. At least then I’d get to play the hero and save him instead of wasting my time on that ungrateful bastard."

He has gone crazy no doubt. Fred thought inwardly all while trying to hide his angry expression.

He proceeded and let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You’re impossible, you know that? Anyway," he continued as they neared the parking lot, "what exactly happened in his office? You’ve had that weird smile on your face since I picked you up, and you’ve barely said a word to me. You didn’t even greet me properly. And come to think of it, I didn’t see that therapist when I came in to get you either."

They reached the car at last, a white vehicle gleaming under the sun. Fred parked the wheelchair beside it, leaning back against the car door with his arms crossed. He studied Gabe with narrowed eyes, waiting for an answer.

Inside, however, Gabe’s thoughts were far from calm.

That useless doctor! he screamed internally, his jaw clenching tight. How could he just barge in without knocking?! The scene replayed vividly in his mind.....the heat, the tension, Alex’s eyes, the way his breath had hitched right before he was about to.....

Damn it! he cursed inwardly, gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles turned white. I was seconds away from sucking that huge, long, perfect cock and that idiot just had to ruin everything!

Gabe proceeded and forced a controlled tone, though the edge of his frustration was clear. "That’s because Alex left with that useless doctor, the same one we saw earlier, the one holding his dick like some medical procedure."

"Oh I see...." Fred replied all while he swallowed hard.

Gabe’s voice tightened, his anger struggling to stay beneath the surface. "Yeah and I really want you to look into that bastard for me, Fred. Find out who he really is. Is he Alex’s boyfriend? Or just another doctor pretending to be professional? Because I really want to know what kind of treatment involves holding your patient’s dick."