(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 223: A disturbance in the night

Andrew woke up suddenly, his eyes shooting open as he looked around. Where was he? What was wrong? He didn’t know what it was, but all he knew was that something wasn’t quite right. It took him a moment to get his bearings, and as soon as he did, he understood what was wrong.

He was in his home that he shared with Maxwell, in the bed that the two of them shared. That alone was slightly interesting since he’d been gone for over a week. The bigger problem came from the cold spot next to him.

Maxwell wasn’t in bed with him.

"Max?" Andrew called softly, hoping that Maxwell would respond to him right away. Maybe he was thirsty and had gotten a glass of water? If that was the case, he’d be able to hear Andrew’s voice in the silent home. He reached for his glasses, grabbing them from the nightstand and sliding them onto his face. He checked the direction of the bathroom first, but the light wasn’t on.

For some reason, he didn’t feel like he was there.

Pushing the sheets off of himself, Andrew slowly got to his feet. The house was silent, and Andrew strained his ears to see if he could hear any movement at all.

"Max?" He called again, moving around the bed and stubbing his toe. He held in the curse word he wanted to exclaim, and moved a little slower as he headed for the living room. He scanned the area, wanting to turn on the lights, but at the same time there was just enough light outside to give him a good view of the-

Light outside?

That made Andrew pause. He’d turned off all the lights, locked all the doors. He hadn’t left the light on for the backyard, so why was it on? A sick, worrying feeling filled his chest as Andrew turned towards the backyard, but he halted in his steps.

He’d found Maxwell, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

Maxwell was standing near the back door, his back to Andrew. His hand was raised, pressed against the window as he stared out into the yard. Andrew couldn’t see anything outside, and a shiver ran down his spine as he witnessed it. Was there something out there? Was Maxwell okay? Should he call the security team that he knew was around 24/7 to come check on it?

"Maxwell?" Andrew called, slowly moving towards him. If Maxwell suddenly turned around and ran at him, Andrew was going to scream like a little girl. He did not handle scary things well, and this was giving him the heebie jeebies.

Andrew, being brave, moved past the kitchen entrance and closer to his still, strange partner, nearly stumbling over something. He’d been so distracted about the sight of Maxwell against the backyard window that he didn’t notice the pile of clothes on the floor.

The pile of his clothes on the floor.

Something shifted, and suddenly, the fear that Andrew had felt before changed. He was still scared, but for a completely different reason. Before, this had felt like a horror movie, but a new, or old reality snapped into focus. What if Maxwell was having another one of those episodes? That would scare him more than anything else right now.

Andrew moved faster, getting closer to the other man until he could reach out and touch him.

"Maxwell? Are you alright?" As soon as Andrew’s hand touched his shoulder, Maxwell twitched, jumping and sucking in a deep breath. He spun, his expression glazed as he blinked several times, like he was coming out of a deep moment of contemplation. He inhaled over and over, his eyes blinking rapidly before finally, he looked up at Andrew with confusion.

"Andrew? What are you doing here? Where am I?" Maxwell muttered, confused and Andrew’s heart squeezed. This was...it wasn’t quite the same as he had reacted when he’d come out of his moment last time, but it was similar. Too similar for his comfort.

"I woke up and you were gone from the bed. Let’s...let’s just go back to bed and we can talk about it in the morning." Andrew told him and Maxwell nodded, dazed.

"Okay." He replied softly and when Andrew offered him his hand, Maxwell took it. Andrew led him around the pile of clothes, leaving the light on in the backyard, and headed back towards the bed. He had Maxwell tucked in against his chest only a few moments later and Maxwell passed out easily.

Andrew, however, didn’t have as easy of a time.

How the hell was he going to bring this up to Maxwell in the morning? That he would need to go back to the place where they had argued, and speak to the person who had helped instigate the argument? Should he inform Maxwell’s parents? Should he ask if he could? Andrew was feeling that now that some version of it had happened twice, something had to give.

Andrew didn’t want to give up on Maxwell a second time, but he felt like he was out of his depth. He knew about omegas, more than he did about alphas if he was honest with himself, but that didn’t make him an expert.

And clearly, from Maxwell’s reaction to the Doctor’s visit, like May had pointed out, Maxwell had some issues involving Doctors too. Andrew knew where his stemmed from, and knew that he needed to work through it, but he wasn’t so sure that Maxwell knew he had some issues, or if he was going to address them without help from others.

Granted, Maxwell might be willing to do anything for Andrew if he didn’t leave, but that also applied to Andrew. Andrew knew that Maxwell cared about him, probably more than he was able to speak. Maxwell’s letter had been...it had been rather eye opening. But Andrew also cared for the man with a similar kind of depth. He just...was more vocal with it.

In a way that could upset Maxwell quite a bit. Andrew liked to let others know about his feelings for his partner, and for the most part Maxwell had been quite understanding of his actions, except when he’d spoken for him at the hospital. They were going to have to talk about that soon, but like Maxwell, Andrew just wanted to spend some time together before they sat down and discussed how they had gotten here in the first place.

Andrew tucked his glasses back away on the nightstand, and wrapped his arms around Maxwell, holding him tightly as he felt him breathing. Why had Maxwell behaved this way? Where did it stem from? Andrew was right here, in his bed, yet Maxwell had gone out and stood staring at the backyard? Why had he done that?

Would Maxwell even clarify why he had done that when Andrew asked him in the morning? Was Andrew just being ridiculous for being so worried about this? Andrew kept his gaze on Maxwell, watching him as he breathed deeply, his face relaxed in sleep. freeweɓnøvel.com

He could worry about it in the morning. Maxwell needed this sleep, especially after he was sure that he hadn’t gotten enough in the week that Andrew had been gone. Andrew felt like he had been living well compared to what Maxwell had been going through, even though he couldn’t remember what he’d done for a few of those days. Even the interaction that he had with Maxwell at the hotel was blurry.

All he remembered were the feelings, not the words. How upset he’d been, how hurt. Andrew exhaled slowly, and Maxwell muttered in his sleep, moving in closer to Andrew. He swore that he could hear the man sniffing every once in a while and Andrew laughed quietly.

He was sure that he was doing the exact same thing, and that was something he was going to have to ask Michael about. Why were he and Maxwell so fascinated with each other’s smell? Was it just because they both liked each other’s smell? Given how obsessed they were with each other, and how devastated they had both been during this last week, he didn’t think it was normal.

Hell, if that was normal for alphas and omegas, there was even more fucked up parts of this second gender stuff then he was aware of. Forget knotting, and your cock growing, but never being able to leave someone because of their scent? That was wild. Not that Andrew had any problems with that, since the other person was Maxwell, but it was concerning.

Everyone had just behaved as if Andrew being obsessed with Maxwell’s scent was normal, even if they had smirked a little, they hadn’t behaved as if it was strange. It was only now, after Maxwell was behaving in a similar way to Andrew that he realised how...strange it was.

Andrew buried his face in Maxwell’s hair, inhaling his scent even as he worried that it was something strange. He was a hypocrite, he knew it, and that was fine. The worry he had came from a place of concern, more than from a place where he considered Maxwell’s, or his, actions as bad.

Maxwell shifted closer, his arm sliding under Andrew’s body and he groaned. Andrew exhaled slowly, shoving his leg in between Maxwell’s before he settled in, closing his eyes. He should try to get some sleep now, before he worried himself into an early grave. The morning would come, as well as some clarity.