Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 114: He’ll marry me.

Such a motherfucker. Gabe thought inwardly, a slow, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. But then, I won’t remain an omega for much longer.

And if anyone dares to lay a hand on Alex, they would have to deal with him first.

"Goodbye," Gabe finally said aloud.

His voice was calm, almost polite, but there was something final about it.

Without waiting for a response, he turned his wheelchair and wheeled himself out of the room. The soft hum of the wheels against the floor echoed faintly as he left. Romeo didn’t try to stop him. He didn’t even call his name.

The moment Gabe was out in the hallway, he released a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as the tension he’d been holding in finally slipped free. His chest felt tight not from fear, but from suppressed irritation and exhaustion.

Alex was nowhere to be seen but then he doesn’t care right now.

All he wanted was to lie down, to rest his head and clear his thoughts before they spiraled into something uglier. With that in mind, he wheeled himself toward his room.

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Meanwhile, in Damien’s room...

Damien lay sprawled on his bed, his face unnaturally pale. Sweat soaked into the sheets beneath him, beads rolling down his temples and neck as his chest rose and fell unevenly. His stomach twisted violently, pain coiling deep inside him like something alive.

It hurt too much.

Yet he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure it, trying desperately to convince his body that everything was fine.

It wasn’t.

Alex sat beside the bed, arms folded over his chest, watching Damien with a sharp, assessing gaze. A faint smirk curved his lips, though his eyes told a different story....cool, observant, and calculating.

"Just what exactly is wrong with you?" Alex finally asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone was casual, almost mocking. "Don’t tell me the symptoms of that omega are starting to show on you too."

Damien’s eyes snapped open.

"That’s not possible, Alex," he replied immediately, his voice firm despite the strain beneath it. He forced himself to sit up slightly, even as a wave of nausea washed over him. "I know exactly when the drug starts showing its consequences and it’s not now. So yeah, the omega is probably just sick... and I’m suffering from it."

Alex stared at him for a moment before clicking his tongue in irritation.

"I hate this side of you, to be honest," Alex said, his smirk fading as a hint of anger and worry crept into his expression. His brows furrowed slightly. "How could something like this even exist in the world? How is this real?"

He looked away briefly, jaw tightening, before his gaze returned to Damien sharper now, more conflicted.

"I hate this side of me even more, Alex," Damien said quietly, his voice thick with bitterness and restrained pain. "This is exactly why I never fuck with omegas. I stayed a virgin for years not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to."

He clenched the bedsheet beneath his fingers.

"Not until I had to fuck that omega... . And worse I did it without a condom." His jaw tightened as he looked away. "I hate that I inherited this cursed ability from my family."

Alex exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he paced beside the bed.

"How the hell does it even make sense?" he snapped. "Whatever happens to the omega you sleep with ends up happening to you too. If he gets sick, you get sick. If he feels pain, you feel it as well." He scoffed, shaking his head. "And now that the omega is sick, you’re suffering too. That’s insane."

"At least I should be grateful for one thing," Damien muttered with a heavy sigh. "I don’t die when he does. That would’ve been far worse."

He paused, breathing slowly to calm the twisting pain in his gut.

"Anyway, once I treat myself, the omega should also start getting better. Well except his genes are stronger than mine, so me treating myself won’t completely heal him. He’ll still need proper treatment on his own."

Alex stopped pacing and turned to him. "So what now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Should we leave tomorrow once you and Fred feel a little better? It’d be safer to see a good doctor. Or should I bring a doctor here instead?" He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Or can you diagnose yourself? You could help Fred too once you figure out what’s wrong."

Damien let out a soft chuckle despite himself. "I’d rather see a doctor," he admitted. "Yeah, I make drugs. I prescribe them too. But that doesn’t mean I’m invincible." He waved a hand lazily. "That said, there’s really no need to panic. It’s definitely food poisoning. I already checked my pulse earlier. Once I rest properly, I’ll be fine. Fred will be fine too."

"If you say so," Alex replied, finally relaxing. A warm smile tugged at his lips as he released a long breath.

Then his expression shifted slightly, thoughtful.

"I have this strange feeling that Romeo and Gabe know each other," Alex continued. "I don’t know how but remember, Sabe who was Gabe’s husband before is influential. Had a lot of clients." His eyes narrowed. "Gabe might’ve met Romeo through that circle. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Romeo was one of them."

"Oh, I see," Damien said with a faint chuckle.

Then his tone darkened. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Well... Gabe is an omega. And not just that....a divorced omega." He glanced at Alex seriously. "Romeo is a dickhead who fucks any omega he can get his hands on. Out of everyone here, Gabe is the only omega."

He leaned back against the pillow.

"You need to protect him. Or else that bastard Romeo or even Lucas might end up sticking their dicks into his ass. It’s not like you provided any Omega for them to have fun with here."

"I’ll fucking kill them," Alex snapped instantly, rage flaring in his eyes. "No one touches what’s mine."

Damien blinked. "Huh? Yours?" He raised an eyebrow. "Alex, everything between you and Gabe is professional isn’t it? Therapist and client. How can you say he belongs to you?"

Alex went quiet for a moment.

"I don’t really know, Damien," he admitted slowly. "But maybe... maybe I have feelings for Gabe." He swallowed. "Yeah, I’m his therapist. But he’s not just a client anymore."

His voice grew lower, more serious.

"I feel like even if I end up burying my dick in his ass, I still wouldn’t want to leave him like I don’t care. We’ve already done plenty behind closed doors. Just not the main thing." He let out a breath. "And honestly? I want him to be mine."

Alex clenched his fists.

"I don’t react to other omegas at all afterall. My scent gland is injured. But ever since I met Gabe..." He scoffed softly. "Just looking at him makes me hard. If he touches me? It’s worse."

"Ouuuu," Damien teased, a grin spreading across his face. "That sounds like a confession."

Alex chuckled despite himself, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

"I can tell your scent gland is healing too," Damien continued. "But it’ll fully heal once you and Gabe have real sex. Knotting, if possible." He smiled genuinely. "I’m proud of you, buddy. If you like him, there’s nothing wrong with going for it."

Alex let out a light laugh. "Thanks, Damien." His gaze softened. "And I hope you find your omega soon too. It wouldn’t be bad if you got married, you know especially since he was your first."

"Marriage?" Damien scoffed immediately. "No. That’s not happening."

He grew serious, fear flickering briefly in his eyes.

"I just want to meet him and give him the antidote so the symptoms won’t affect me when the time comes." He swallowed. "Those symptoms are so painful that people wish for death instead. I’ve seen what happens when they don’t get my antidote on time." His voice dropped. "I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy."

"But you’ll keep feeling everything he feels," Alex countered. "Whenever he’s sick. Whenever he’s injured." He clicked his tongue. "Why not just marry him? Be together. Take care of each other."

Alex smirked slightly.

"And yeah you’d get someone to fuck for the rest of your life. No more suffering during your rut."

He added casually, "I’ve got Gabe now anyway. My rut won’t be a problem anymore. You should marry your omega too."

Damien shook his head. "You ’have’ Gabe, but he clearly said he doesn’t want marriage." He smirked knowingly. "And let’s be honest you two flirt, fool around, do all kinds of things, but you’ve never gone all the way."

He chuckled darkly.

"And your rut is approaching soon. You might end up suffering through another painful rut without an omega to help you because Gabe isn’t interested in marriage and you both might not fuck during your rut since he believes you’re a beta."

He burst into wicked laughter, making Alex swallow hard.

"You’ll take those words back," Alex said confidently, standing up. "I promise you."

His eyes gleamed with certainty.

"He’ll marry me."

With that, Alex turned and walked out of Damien’s room.