Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 74: The great cook.

His eyes darkened with confusion, a faint crease forming between his brows.

"I can’t help but wonder what’s really going on here," Damien said slowly. "This wasn’t a hallucination. I remember last night vividly....every detail."

"I didn’t," Fred replied immediately, his voice calm but firm. "The moment I realized you’d already gotten an omega, I left. I never even saw his face."

Fred met Damien’s gaze directly, refusing to look away.

"So tell me," Fred continued, his tone sharpening, "what exactly do you want with that omega anyway? Are you planning to kill him just because he had sex with you?" He scoffed faintly. "You hate omegas, so I’m guessing that’s your plan....to kill him."

After a brief pause, Fred added more carefully, choosing his words with precision, "But whether you like it or not, he saved you last night. Even if omegas are filthy in your eyes... he still saved your life."

"I want to know who he is," Damien replied without hesitation.

His voice hardened, losing any trace of restraint.

"And no," he continued coldly, "he didn’t save me. None of this would’ve happened if he hadn’t interfered in the first place."

Damien let out a soft scoff, the sound sharp and disdainful.

"He was bold," he added. "Too bold. And now I’m curious...eager, actually to find out who he thinks he is."

A chill ran down Fred’s spine.

He’s dangerous, Fred thought grimly. And worse... he sounds obsessed.

Fred masked the unease crawling up his back with a short scoff, lifting a brow in feigned indifference.

"And when you finally find him," Fred asked casually, "are you going to kill him? I need an answer to this question."

Silence.

Damien could’nt help but to keep shut.

Such a bastard! Fred cursed inwardly, anger flaring beneath his composed exterior. He won’t rest until he kills me, will he? His silence already means he will.

But keep dreaming. You’ll never find out it was me.

"Alright, enough," Gabe’s voice cut in as he wheeled himself into the living room. "I’m done here. Alex is almost on his way, and I told him to pick up some cold drinks since Fred doesn’t have any in his fridge."

He waved a hand dismissively. "You can continue cooking now, Damien while I take care of Fred."

"Oh, sure," Damien replied immediately, standing up without hesitation. He headed straight for the kitchen, leaving Fred and Gabe alone in the living room.

The moment Damien disappeared from view, Gabe turned to Fred.

"So," he asked quietly, curiosity flickering in his eyes, "what did he say?"

"He doesn’t know I’m the omega," Fred replied at once, his voice serious and unwavering. "And I never want him to know. So don’t bother going after him. There’s no need to punish him, okay?"

"But you almost died," Gabe snapped, clenching his fist at his side. "At least beating him up to teach him a lesson should be allowed, shouldn’t it? I need somewhere to vent my anger, after all and he’s the perfect target."

"Vent your anger?" Fred raised an eyebrow. "Who offended you this time? Alex?"

"No," Gabe replied darkly. "Sabe."

Fred stiffened.

"I wanted that bastard dead," Gabe continued, fury lacing his words, "but turns out he’ll only be serving jail time. He’ll be out sooner than he deserves." His jaw tightened. "Even if we’re divorcing soon, I still want him gone. Permanently."

"When did you start killing people just like that?" Fred asked, confusion evident. "Don’t you usually make them suffer first? For someone like Sabe, killing him immediately is far too merciful."

Damien is cruel, no doubt... but you’ve learned to be cruel from me, Fred.

Gabe thought inwardly, a faint, almost fond smile touching his lips before he nodded slightly.

"Anyway," Fred said, shifting the topic, "are you planning to stay at Alex’s place? Wouldn’t that make the police believe everything Sabe’s saying about you two?"

He sighed. "I know Alex is just a tool to teach Sabe a lesson, and it’s working but still. You shouldn’t stay there. Not now. Not when the police are watching. Not when you haven’t divorced Sabe yet. And definitely not when they’ll keep calling you in to give statements." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You’re right," Gabe admitted, smiling warmly. "And no, I wasn’t planning on staying at Alex’s place."

He smirked faintly. "How am I supposed to keep visiting his office for therapy sessions if I live with him? Teasing him from a distance is far more fun."

Fred snorted.

"If I stayed in his house," Gabe continued, "with how crazy he makes me and how crazy he already is....I’d end up knocking him out and sleeping with him. And I don’t want that yet."

His eyes darkened.

"Especially when Sabe will be in prison then because definitely.....he wouldn’t go scout free from the fetalyn case. Even if he frames someone, he till wouldn’t escape some hail term as the boss of the hospital and yeah I want that bastard to know I’m visiting Alex’s office while he’s locked up... and even after he gets out."

"So," Gabe concluded, "while Sabe’s still inside, I’ll live in his house. After the divorce...after he’s out....I’ll move into Alex’s place. All while I keep destroying Sabe." A sharp smile curved his lips. "And I’ll find my way back to my office too. I’ll take my position back from Risa."

Before Fred could respond, the kitchen door suddenly burst open.

"Are you planning to burn down the house, you bastard?!" Alex yelled.

Fred and Gabe both turned at once only then noticing the sharp smell of burning.

The kitchen was filled with smoke, flames licking up from the stove as Damien desperately tried to extinguish the fire by pouring water onto it.

"Dammit!" Alex cursed, rushing forward to help.

Together, they managed to put the fire out, but the damage was already done. The kitchen wasn’t completely destroyed but it was close. And the food?

Completely ruined.

The smoke thickened, stinging the air. Fred began coughing violently, his chest tightening.

Damien reacted instantly, rushing to open the windows and let fresh air flood in.

"I’m so sorry, Fred," Damien said, bowing his head in shame. "I forgot about the spaghetti. I was too focused on the meat."

"How the hell didn’t we even smell the burning?" Gabe muttered guiltily as they regrouped in the living room, patting Fred’s back uselessly as if that would stop the coughing. "We were so deep in conversation, we didn’t even notice Damien trying to burn the place down."

Alex groaned, rubbing his temples. "Next time, I’m ordering takeout."

"Who told you to allow him into the kitchen in the first place?" Alex asked sharply, his hands planted firmly on his waist as a scoff twisted his lips in disbelief.

Damien turned to him immediately, one brow lifting in clear irritation. "What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, a faint note of annoyance threading through his voice.

"He can’t cook," Alex replied bluntly. "The only thing he’s good at is handling a needle and, of course, writing prescriptions." His gaze shifted pointedly between Gabe and Fred, as if daring either of them to argue. "If I hadn’t arrived on time, he could have burned this entire house to the ground."

"I’m a great cook, Alex," Damien shot back, letting out a heavy, offended sigh. "Just because you’re a good cook doesn’t mean you get to look down on my skills." He gestured vaguely toward the kitchen, where the smell of burnt food still lingered thick in the air. "Besides, the food is already ruined. I guess we’ll all have to order food from outside now."

"A great cook, indeed," Alex scoffed. "The last time you didn’t burn the food, your cooking was still filled with so much salt it nearly cut my tongue off." His eyes narrowed. "You bastard."

"You...." Damien started, his jaw tightening as he took a step forward.

"Alright, that’s enough," Gabe cut in sharply before Fred could voice his displeasure. His tone was firm, authoritative, leaving no room for further argument. "We’ll just get food from outside. No more fighting over nonsense."

Then, as if something suddenly occurred to him, Gabe turned to Alex, his expression shifting into concern. "Anyway... where’s Fred’s drug, Alex?"

"Huh?" Alex murmured under his breath.

His eyes widened in shock as realization hit him like a blow.

Earlier, he had been holding the drug in his hand...Fred’s medication when the fire broke out. In his rush to help put out the flames and check on Fred, he had dropped it.

Right into the fire.

There was no doubt about it.

The drug, a tiny sachet carefully wrapped in bubble packaging would have been completely ruined by the heat and flames. Even if the outer layer survived, the contents inside would be useless now.

"I’m such a fool," Alex whispered to himself, his shoulders slumping as he heaved a heavy sigh, guilt settling heavily in his chest.