Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 57: You’re the dirty one!

I’m screwed!

Fred cursed inwardly as he struggled desperately to break away from the kiss. Damien kissed him like his life depended on it....fierce, reckless, unrelenting, his mouth crushing against Fred’s without mercy.

Am I... am I about to be raped by an alpha who despises omegas?!

Panic exploded in Fred’s chest.

Summoning the last of his strength, Fred bit down hard on Damien’s lip.

Blood.

Damien hissed in pain and finally pulled back, staring at Fred in shock. Their faces were dangerously close, so close that Fred could feel Damien’s hot, uneven breath brushing against his own trembling lips.

"Let me go, Damien," Fred pleaded, his voice shaking violently. Fear was written plainly across his face. "Please... come back to your senses. Please."

There was no answer.

Instead, Damien’s expression darkened.

Without warning, he began ripping at Fred’s clothes, tearing fabric apart with brute strength until Fred’s chest was bare. Seconds later, his lower garments were gone as well, leaving him exposed....his body reacting traitorously under the influence of his uncontrollable pheromones.

"Stop it, Damien!" Fred yelled, terror flooding his voice.

But his shout was swallowed whole when Damien crashed his mouth against his lips again, kissing him fiercely, desperately. One of Damien’s hands slid down, gripping Fred’s length and stroking it without restraint.

"I’m really screwed..." Fred sobbed inwardly as tears rolled down his cheeks. His body shook violently, caught between fear, weakness, and heat.

And then....

His eyes caught sight of something behind Damien.

A flower vase.

It sat on the table just within reach.

Without wasting another second, Fred stretched his free hand back, grabbed it tightly, and....

Smash!

The vase shattered against Damien’s head with a sickening sound.

Damien’s body went slack instantly. His weight collapsed forward, pressing into Fred before sliding heavily to the floor.

Fred gasped for breath, his chest heaving.

"I told you to stop," Fred whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling but burning with fury. "Why the fuck can’t you control yourself?" Tears streamed down his face as his pheromones continued to spill uncontrollably. "You all call omegas filth. You call them useless."

"But you’re the filth," Fred continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You’re the useless ones. As alphas, you can’t even control yourselves when an omega goes into heat. Instead, you lose your minds....fucking anything you can grab, sticking your dick into every body you see."

He swallowed hard, his throat aching.

"You’re the dirty one."

With immense effort, Fred managed to stand. His legs felt weak, barely able to support him. He quickly pulled on his shorts...his top completely destroyed but there was no way he was going upstairs again.

He had to leave.

Immediately.

But just as he turned to go, something made him stop.

Fred’s gaze shifted back.

His breath hitched.

Damien lay sprawled on the floor, completely motionless.

And his head...

It was bleeding.

"Fuck!" Fred cursed inwardly as he rushed back and knelt beside him. His hands trembled as he pressed two fingers against Damien’s neck.

A pulse.

Weak but there.

Thank goodness... he’s breathing.

Why the fuck did I hit him so hard?!

"I have to call emergency services," Fred murmured urgently.

He grabbed Damien’s phone with shaking hands, dialed quickly, and pressed it to his ear.

"There’s someone unconscious at Greentower Mansion," Fred said the moment the call connected, his voice strained but clear. "He’s bleeding badly. Please send help immediately."

He ended the call without waiting for further questions.

Heart pounding, Fred forced himself upstairs again despite the splitting headache. He retrieved his damp clothes from the washing machine....still wearable thanks to the spin cycle.

I need to erase every trace, he thought desperately. It’s the only way. If he asks later... I can deny ever being here.

After stuffing his clothes together hastily, Fred rushed back downstairs.

He’ll survive, Fred told himself as he descended the stairs. He’s an alpha. He has to.

Just as he knelt down again beside Damien to check his heartbeat one more time....

He heard the distant wail of an ambulance siren, the sound growing louder by the second. Panic surged through Fred instantly, prompting him to sprint out of the living room. Before leaving, he quickly grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed it generously around the space, desperate to erase any lingering traces of his pheromones.

Only then did he bolt outside.

He reached the parking lot just in time and slipped into his car, slamming the door shut behind him. From there, hidden in plain sight, Fred watched as the ambulance arrived. The paramedics rushed into Damien’s apartment with urgency and moments later emerged with Damien laid out on a stretcher, his head wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

Fred’s chest tightened painfully.

It was only when the ambulance finally drove off with Damien inside that Fred allowed himself to breathe.

They didn’t see him.

He remained hidden in his car, parked among several others in the lot. Of course, most of the cars belonged to Damien but Fred’s own was mixed in among them, indistinguishable in the darkness.

Fred started his engine shortly after, but not before ensuring everything was taken care of.

The CCTV footage had already been destroyed....the part showing him bringing Damien home and the part showing him leaving. It had been surprisingly easy. He still had Damien’s house passcode, and locating the camera room hadn’t been difficult at all.

Everything was wiped clean.

I hope you’re safe, Damien, Fred thought inwardly, letting out a heavy sigh. He rolled up all the windows tightly to prevent even the faintest hint of his pheromones from escaping....he couldn’t risk attracting any alphas now.

His hands trembled as he drove out of the compound.

His pheromones were stronger than ever, his body still burning, but he was determined to make it back to his apartment. At least there, he would be safe.

At least there, he could lock himself away.

*****

"Fuck... my head hurts."

Damien groaned softly, pain etched deeply across his face as he brought a hand up to his head and tried to open his eyes. A sharp ache pulsed instantly, making him wince.

The strong, sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air, and that alone was enough to tell him where he was. Still, he needed confirmation.

When he finally managed to open his eyes fully, his suspicion was confirmed.

He was in a hospital room, lying flat on a bed. A drip was connected to his hand, fluids flowing steadily into his veins. His head was heavily bandaged, and the moment he attempted to move, another wave of pain hit him so hard that he was forced to stay still. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Fuck... what the hell happened to me?" Damien murmured under his breath.

"Oh yeah," a familiar voice suddenly spoke from the left side of the room, "I’m interested in knowing that too."

Damien stiffened.

He turned his head slowly toward the voice, only then realizing he wasn’t alone.

Alex was there.

Dressed impeccably as always, he wore a well-tailored black suit, leaning casually against the wall with his legs crossed and arms folded across his chest. He looked far too relaxed for someone visiting a friend in the hospital.

"So tell me," Alex continued, pushing himself off the wall and walking closer, "what the hell happened to you?" He raised an eyebrow as he sat down beside the bed, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "I got a call this morning saying you were hospitalized. How the fuck did you end up here?"

Alex let out a sigh. "I was supposed to be relaxing today especially after everything that happened yesterday. But here I am. With you."

"Huh?" Damien scoffed faintly, wincing at the movement. "You care about your rest more than me?" He glanced at Alex. "You’re unbelievable."

"Just answer the question," Alex replied calmly. "They found you lying on the floor in your own blood." His tone grew more serious. "It’s obvious you were attacked. But by who?"

Alex paused before adding, "The CCTV footage was deleted too. Whoever did this didn’t want to be identified." He studied Damien closely. "They didn’t hit you hard enough to kill you outright but if the emergency call hadn’t come in on time, you would’ve bled out. Alpha or not."

"What?" Damien’s eyes widened. "I was attacked?!" He raised his voice instinctively only to hiss in pain as another sharp headache struck him.

He groaned and pressed his head back against the pillow.

"What motherfuckers would dare attack me?" Damien snapped, his voice strained.

Alex watched him carefully. "Do you remember anything?"

Damien closed his eyes, forcing his mind to work. He searched through the fog, trying to recall something...anything. A face. A voice. A fight.

Nothing.

"I remember going to the club," Damien finally said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I remember drinking. That’s it." His brow furrowed deeply. "I don’t remember hanging out with anyone. I don’t remember fighting anyone."

Frustration crept into his tone.

"Just what the fuck happened?" Damien muttered. "Who the fuck wants me dead?"