Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 67: Help me Fred.

Before Fred could fully register what was happening, one omega after another began to slump where they stood.

Glasses slipped from fingers. Bodies collapsed against tables, couches, and the polished floor. Within seconds, the club was filled with unconscious omegas and with them came a violent explosion of scent. Different pheromones flooded the air at once, thick and suffocating, layering over each other until it became hard to breathe.

Fred’s eyes widened in shock with his hand pressed against his nose.

"What did you do?" he demanded, shooting to his feet. His voice cut through the music "What the hell did you do to them?"

He turned sharply toward Damien, rage flashing in his eyes.

"Did you drug all of them?" Fred continued, disbelief and fury twisting his features. "Just because you want to fish out one omega?!"

"Oh yeah. I did."

Damien straightened to his full height, completely unbothered by the chaos around them. His tone was calm....too calm as if he were discussing something trivial.

"I used a diffuser," he explained casually. "One that forces dormant pheromones to surface. It reveals every omega’s natural scent."

He inhaled slowly, his brows knitting together.

"But unfortunately," he added with clear irritation, "I still can’t find the particular scent I’m looking for."

Of course you can’t.

Fred’s jaw clenched as his hands curled into fists at his sides.

The scent you’re looking for, crushed rose mixed with wild grape, thick and intoxicating.....it’s mine.

He glared at Damien, barely restraining himself.

"And now what?" Fred snapped. "You’ve artificially triggered their heat even though they weren’t in heat to begin with. You know what that means."

He scoffed bitterly.

"They’ll need alphas. Their bodies will demand it." His gaze swept across the club, disgust clear in his eyes. "So tell me....are you planning to have sex with all of them?"

"You’re unbelievable," Fred went on harshly. "All this, just because of one omega. You’re willing to put everyone here through hell for that?"

"Oh yeah."

Damien’s lips curled faintly.

"All my friends are alphas," he replied. "They’ll take care of the omegas."

Then, suddenly, his body stiffened.

He pressed a hand to his chest as his expression changed into pain and before Fred could react, Damien lurched forward and vomited blood onto the floor.

"Damien!" Fred shouted, rushing toward him. Panic replaced his anger instantly. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you coughing up blood?!"

Damien sucked in a strained breath, keeping his hand firmly over his chest.

"These pheromones," he muttered. "Too many. Even I’m not immune."

He let out a shaky laugh, dark and humorless.

"But don’t get mistaken," Damien continued. "I’d never touch these omegas."

His eyes hardened as he glanced around the club.

"They’ve already been fucked by countless alphas and betas. They’re dirty." His voice dripped with disdain. "I’m not interested."

"And you’d rather die?" Fred shot back incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

Damien ignored the comment.

"Just get me out of here," he said firmly. "You don’t need to take me home. There’s a hotel down the street. Take me there."

He swallowed hard.

Fred hesitated but before he could respond, the sounds hit him.

Moans.

Groans.

The wet, obscene rhythm of bodies colliding filled the club, blending with the overpowering stench of pheromones. Alphas had already descended on the unconscious omegas, driven mad by scent and instinct, rutting without restraint.

Fred’s stomach dropped.

"Can you tell your friends to slow down?" he yelled angrily, spinning back toward Damien. "Even if these omegas are used to this life...being passed around, used by alphas and betas....they’re still human!"

His voice shook with fury.

"They have blood running through their veins! They were unconscious, Damien....drugged! They only woke up because your friends are fucking them like animals!"

Damien barely spared him a glance.

"Do they look like they’re in pain?" he asked coldly.

Fred opened his mouth, but Damien cut him off.

"They’re enjoying it," Damien said flatly. "And trust me....the powder I added to their drinks is nothing compared to what most clients use on them."

He scoffed.

"In fact, today’s their lucky day. They’ll get fucked and paid very well for it."

Fred turned away, disgust boiling inside him.

Fuck. This is sick.

His fists trembled at his sides as he fought the urge to lash out.

"Just take me out of here," Damien said again, his voice lower now, strained but commanding.

Fred dragged in a sharp breath, then nodded once.

Without another word, he helped Damien toward the exit.

Outside, the night air was cold and sharp, an opposition to the suffocating heat of the club. Once they reached the parking lot, Fred opened the car and guided Damien into the passenger seat before circling around to the driver’s side.

The engine roared to life, and he pulled away from the club without looking back.

Beside him, Damien reached into his pocket with trembling fingers.

He pulled out a small vial and injected the contents quickly, his jaw tightening as the drug entered his system.

I’ve never used the drug or this content in vial on anyone else, Damien thought grimly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

It was never tested. Never approved. I made it myself.

His vision swam slightly as pain surged through his chest.

His length had hardened painfully, so tight it felt as though it might burst at any moment. Heat spread through his body in violent waves, his skin burning from the inside out. Unable to help himself, Damien shifted slightly in the seat and dragged a slow, frustrated hand over himself, careful not to draw Fred’s attention.

It did nothing.

The pressure only grew worse, his breathing turning shallow as his body reacted against his will.

If not for the fact that I despise being used... Damien thought darkly, panting as he struggled to steady himself. I hate the idea of a dirty omega touching me...

His jaw clenched.

If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even bother hunting down the omega who dared to put his filthy hands on me.

Fred glanced at him briefly from the driver’s seat, his expression tight.

I really wonder how you planned to get out of that club if I wasn’t there, Fred thought inwardly, irritation and unease mixing together.

Soon, the car slowed to a stop in front of an exquisite building. Warm lights illuminated the grand entrance, and the golden sign above read Kings Hotel. Fred parked carefully, then stepped out and moved around to Damien’s side, guiding him out of the car when his steps faltered.

They entered the hotel together, the polished floors gleaming beneath their feet. Fred supported Damien all the way to the reception desk.

"Welcome to Kings Hotel," a female attendant greeted with a polite bow and a warm smile. "What kind of room would you like to book with your partner?"

"Room 109," Damien replied flatly. "Just hand over the key."

He finally lifted his head to look at her properly, and realization dawned instantly on her face.

"Oh yes, sir," she said quickly, her tone shifting. "I didn’t realize it was you."

She hurriedly retrieved a key card and handed it to Damien, then turned her attention to Fred with an admiring glance.

"Please take good care of the young master," she added cheerfully. "And....you look very handsome. Young master really has an eye for good things."

"I’m not an omega!" Fred blurted out sharply, his raised voice drawing the attention of nearby guests.

Several people turned to stare.

"Sorry," Fred added stiffly, bowing his head slightly. Once the onlookers looked away, he turned back to the attendant, his jaw set. "I’m an alpha. His friend."

"Oh...." The attendant froze, then immediately bowed deeply. "I apologize sincerely. I thought you were an omega."

She glanced at him again, clearly flustered.

"You have a rather stoic expression," she continued nervously, "but your build is quite... slender. Especially standing beside the young master, who is very imposing. Please forgive my mistake."

Fred let out a slow, tired sigh and looked toward Damien.

She wasn’t wrong.

Damien had the unmistakable physique of a dominant alpha... broad shoulders, powerful frame, overwhelming presence. Standing next to him, Fred appeared thinner, still trying to put on weight no matter how hard he trained.

Without another word to the attendant, Fred took the key and guided Damien toward the stairs. They reached the room moments later, and Fred unlocked the door, pushing it open.

The room was breathtaking.

A king-sized bed dominated the space, surrounded by elegant white furnishings and subtle golden accents. Soft lighting reflected off the pristine walls, making it unmistakably clear this was a five-star suite.

Fred led Damien to the bed and helped him sit down. Only then did he straighten fully, rolling his shoulders with a wince.

"Fuck," Fred muttered under his breath. "My back hurts."

Behind him, fabric shifted.

When Fred turned slightly, he saw Damien already tugging his shirt over his head, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso. The sight made Fred swallow hard despite himself. But the moment Damien’s hand moved toward the waistband of his trousers, Fred snapped his gaze away.

"What the hell are you doing?" Fred demanded, his voice tense, his throat suddenly dry.

"I think..." Damien said slowly, his voice low and strained, "I won’t feel better unless I sleep with an omega."

The words sent a sharp jolt through Fred’s spine.

He stiffened, his back still turned.

"Please," Damien added, his tone uncharacteristically raw. "Help me, Fred."

Help him?

Fred’s heart slammed violently against his chest.

What does he mean by that?

Does he know? Did he figure it out?

Panic surged through him.

Did my pheromones leak without me knowing? No....that’s impossible. Absolutely impossible.

His fingers curled tightly at his sides as he struggled to keep his breathing steady, dread pooling deep in his stomach.