Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 18: The therapist is a tool.

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."

Here we go again with the bullshit. Fred thought inwardly all while he face palm himself due to frustration. I should have just stayed at my house rather than escorting him here.

Fred finally groaned audibly, dragging a palm down his face. "Can you just stop, Gabe?" he muttered, his patience clearly thinning. "We’re not doing this again. Drop the ridiculous investigations and just go back to your main house. Forget Sabe, leave him with whatever little property he scraped together from you, and move on. Please. I don’t want you tangled up in another obsession, another so-called love interest. It’s a terrible idea, especially now that your company needs your full attention."

Gabe’s head tilted slightly to the side, and then without warning, he burst into loud, mocking laughter, the sound echoing through the open air. A few passersby turned to glance their way, startled by the sudden outburst, before continuing on their path.

"And why should I do that?" he asked darkly, his laughter dying down into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. "You think I’ll just walk away after what that bastard did to me?" His voice lowered, venom seeping into every word. "I loved him, Fred. With every damn piece of me. Since high school, I’ve been in love with him. I pretended to be weak to be a fragile omega when in reality I’m an alpha. A strong one."

"Oh yeah you’re an Alpha hence you deserve an omega not another alpha like yourself." Fred chimed in with slight anger in his tone which he’s trying so hard to control.

Gabe’s hand clenched into a fist as he spoke, the bitterness spilling freely now. "No Fred. I gave up my pride, my strength, everything, just to please him. I learned his habits, adapted to his moods, became what he wanted. And even then, he barely noticed me." Gabe’s gaze hardened, the warmth from before gone, replaced with the sharp glint of fury. "So I staged the accident," he continued, his tone dropping lower. "I faked it. Put myself in this damn wheelchair because only then did he finally see me. Only then did he start showing me love. But who would have thought all that affection was just pity?"

Fred was silent for a long moment, watching him with frustration etched on his face.

"Of course a sensible person knows that you were the only one who loved him. Everything he showed you which you thought was love was actually pity," Fred said, falling into his old, sardonic rhythm. He planted one hand on his hip and wore a wry smirk of exasperation. "But then, no one can ever advise someone who’s in love because the moment you decide to give an advice, you become the enemy. It’s better to let you lot figure out your mess yourselves than waste our energy on it."

Gabe’s smile dimmed for a heartbeat, then sharpened. "Yeah, I was a fool back then," he admitted, voice low and steady, "but not entirely. Once I caught him cheating once ... that’s when a lot of the love started to fade. I was healing in that broken marriage, and slowly I woke up. Finally, I got my senses back." He tipped his chin up, the seriousness settling into every line of his face. "Still.....he and that secretary have to pay for wasting my time. He has to regret what he did to me. And like I said... that therapist will help me do it."

"In what way, exactly?" Fred asked, rubbing his temples; a headache was beginning to throb behind his eyes. He’d known Gabe long enough to predict the inevitable cycle: fall for someone, get betrayed, enlist another to enact revenge. "You already have your eye on this therapist. You’ll fall for him, he’ll betray you, you’ll be heartbroken, and then you’ll go find another lawyer or doctor to help you get revenge. Is that the play.... lawyer, then doctor, then lover, rinse and repeat?"

Gabe rolled his eyes with exaggerated impatience. "Please. All that nonsense happened while I was seeing other jackasses I thought I loved. They cheated, so I taught them lessons , showed them I’m not someone to be messed with." His tone was half scoff, half cold memory.

Fred snorted. "Oh sure .... ruin them so they become nobodies. That’s your brand now. When a love interest offends you, you find someone to help you destroy them. Then the person who helped becomes your next love interest. When they betray you, you repeat the cycle. But with Sabe ..... someone you loved since childhood, you actually married him. You married your childhood crush because he saved you."

"Saved me from a falling vase that could’ve smashed my head in," Gabe cut in, a short, bitter laugh escaping him. "He pushed me away and got me out of the way. That’s the moment he... looked like he cared. But pity and love are two different things."

Fred rolled his eyes again, exasperation rubbing at his temples. "Exactly. Something anyone could have done, and you turned it into a marriage. Now he’s betrayed you." He paused, then added, "So the therapist is your new revenge tool to bring Sabe down. And of course you’ll fall for the therapist too. It’s been omegas all along, then an alpha for marriage, and now a beta again. Tell me, young man.... are you trying to taste all three flavors of the ABO?"

Gabe’s expression hardened. "Of course not," he said, the word flat and decisive. "The therapist is a tool. I’m not falling in love with him. I have the pharmaceutical company to get back to. It’s time I go home and finished what I started."