Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 85: You’re not getting married again.

"Okay, okay, Fred. Relax now." Gabe’s voice was firm, yet gentle, carrying a seriousness that made Fred still his trembling. "I’ll get the drugs from Damien, and of course, I’ll keep my mouth shut about you being an omega."

He pulled Fred closer, cradling his head against his chest. "You can stop crying now, big guy."

"Thank you, Gabe." Fred’s voice wavered at first but carried warmth and relief. "I knew you’d always have my back."

He drew a shaky breath before continuing, his tone growing heavier with seriousness. "Once I take the medicine from Damien... I’ll be leaving this country. I’ll be going somewhere else. Far away from this shit."

"Huh?" Gabe raised a brow, confusion etched on his face. Gently, he lifted Fred’s head so their eyes met, locking gazes. "What do you mean by that? Why would you want to do that?"

"Yes, Gabe." Fred’s voice was firm, controlled, yet weighed with emotion. "To heal from all of this... I need to leave. If I stay here, I’ll never truly recover. And every time I see Damien, I’ll be reminded of that night. If I want to live a peaceful life... like the alpha I’ve always been then I have to leave this country for a while."

"Fuck!" Gabe yelled, anger and frustration flaring. He slammed his fist against the wall behind Fred’s head. The impact made a sharp sound, and when he pulled back, blood ran down his knuckles. "This Damien... he’s such a bastard! Why the fuck did you even get involved with him? Why?!"

Fred gave a small, almost apologetic smile. "Maybe if I hadn’t gone to that club, none of this would have happened. But... everything always happens for a reason, after all."

Gabe exhaled sharply, his chest heaving. "I understand. I’ll make sure to get the drugs for you. You know I always succeed at these kinds of things."

His tone softened, warm yet reassuring. "Until then... don’t feel bad about yourself. Just live like the alpha you’ve always been."

He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Just as Damien said, he’ll know when the first symptoms start. Which means... it won’t start anytime soon. And yeah... you need to be yourself if you want to stay close to Damien. At least for now. That’s the only way he’ll keep sharing things with you."

"Huh?" Fred’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. "You want me to... stay close to him? What for?"

"I mean for now," Gabe explained patiently, his voice even but serious. "It feels like he trusts you a little, so if you stay near him, he’ll tell you things. Out of the things he tells you... one of them might be the location of the drug."

His gaze sharpened. "Once he does, I’ll steal it. He won’t suspect it was you, and he won’t suspect me either. He’ll believe the omega who needed it already came for it and that will be the end of this whole mess."

He leaned closer, emphasizing his point. "So yeah... you need to be strong. Be yourself again for a while. After that... I won’t stop you from leaving the country."

"That’s... really going to be hard, Gabe." Fred exhaled heavily, the weight of the plan pressing on him. "But... I’ll do it. It’s for my own benefit, anyway. I don’t really have a choice."

"Exactly!" Gabe said, his tone brightening with reassurance. He wrapped Fred in a deep hug, his hand gently patting his back while Fred’s head rested against his chest. "And since we run a pharmaceutical company," he added, voice shifting to a more practical tone, "we’ll test the drug properly see how it works, how it should be used, everything."

After what felt like an eternity, Fred finally lifted his head from Gabe’s chest. He wiped the lingering tears from his face, his features settling into something calmer, almost determined.

"So... gist me now," Fred said suddenly, his voice tinged with excitement. He sat upright, ignoring the lingering ache in his ass, eyes bright with curiosity.

"Gist you? About what?" Gabe asked, raising a brow, clearly confused.

What kind of gist is he still worried about? Gabe thought inwardly, swallowing hard. I mean... he was just crying a moment ago.

"You know exactly what I’m talking about," Fred said, a mischievous glint lighting his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, curiosity radiating from his expression. "I’m talking about you and Alex. How is it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Did you both... do the deed? I know there’s no fucking way you’d allow him to fuck you, so tell me... were you able to fuck him instead?"

"Fuck!" Gabe cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face in dejection. His shoulders slumped as if the weight of the question itself was exhausting.

"Like... seriously?" he finally managed to voice aloud, disbelief etched all over his features.

"What?" Fred asked, tilting his head innocently, though his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"You still have the strength to ask what happened between Alex and me?" Gabe raised an eyebrow, letting out a scoff of disbelief. "You still want to know who fucked whom?"

"Why not?" Fred replied smoothly, a warm, teasing smile on his face. "You had a therapy session today, anyway. And with the way things are moving so fast... I wouldn’t be surprised if you both fucked already."

"Sorry to disappoint you," Gabe said flatly, his tone sharp but controlled. He pushed himself up with effort and then settled back into his wheelchair, steadying his breathing. "But we didn’t. And there’s no fucking way we will not when Sabe isn’t locked in prison yet."

Fred raised an eyebrow, tilting his head thoughtfully. "But what does that have to do with you and Alex sleeping together? I mean, you and Sabe are both getting divorced anyway... so why not just fuck Alex? Stamp your relationship with him, even if it’s temporary."

"I thought you didn’t want me with Alex?" Gabe said, his voice laced with irritation. "You don’t want me getting married again, isn’t that right?"

He let out a short scoff, shaking his head. "And besides... I never said Alex loved me. I believe everything happening between us is strictly because of the therapy sessions. It’s all business, nothing more."

"Of course you’re not getting married again," Fred said, his tone growing serious, but warm. "But I can clearly see that this therapy has helped you. I’m not saying you should fall in love with Alex, or that he should fall in love with you, either."

Fred leaned forward, voice firm but understanding. "If this whole shit happening right now happened before, right after a breakup, you’d have been miserable. You’d have shut yourself off from the world, gone into isolation. But right now... you feel brighter than ever, even though your marriage is crumbling. Even though you loved Sabe the most....enough to marry him....you’re able to let go. And that’s all thanks to Alex and his therapy."

He paused, letting the words sink in. "So I’m thinking... if you both had fucked, maybe you’d feel whole totally when you divorced Sabe. Maybe it would’ve helped you let go of any attachment to Sabe that might still be left, and you could just continue living your life."

Fred’s eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement. "And once you and Sabe are officially divorced, you could continue your therapy sessions with Alex until you find someone else...someone you’d love, date, fuck, and eventually dump. I wouldn’t pray for you to commit through marriage again. So yeah... go ahead. Sleep with Alex. Sleep with other omegas, betas, alphas too. It’s obvious he wants it, anyway."

Damn, Gabe thought, letting out an inward scoff. You’re really rotten, Fred. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Is he saying this because of what Damien did to him? Of course... that’s exactly why. Is this more like he’s telling me to take revenge? Become the promiscuous Gabe once more.

"Alright, Fred. You should relax now," Gabe finally said, forcing a warm smile onto his face. "I need to leave."

"Oh, sure. I know that," Fred replied, his tone calm and understanding. "The people you paid to keep an eye on Sabe can only watch him when he’s outside. But when he’s inside the house? Only you can keep an eye on him there."

Fred smiled faintly, pushing himself off the ground and sitting on the bed. "I’ll see you later, I guess. I need to fix things with Damien, too. I chased him out of my house earlier, and now... I have to apologize. Let him understand that I was just hurt, felt sorry about the omega but right now I’m back to my senses and shouldn’t have treated him like shit."

"Exactly," Gabe replied, his smile softening. "Anyways, take care of yourself."

Fred nodded as he watched Gabe wheel himself toward the door, the quiet hum of the wheelchair filling the room as the door clicked softly behind him.