Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 77: The grim reaper.

Matthew sighed softly and leaned closer. "But I know everything will be over soon. It’s only a matter of time. The police will drop the case."

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Sabe’s cheek, lingering there for a moment.

"Or..." Matthew pulled back slightly, his gaze sharpening. "Are you crying because of Gabe?"

His hand tightened just a bit on Sabe’s face.

"You still want him?"

"And why should I even think about that motherfucker?!" Sabe snapped, his voice rising with barely restrained anger. His chest heaved as he continued, bitterness lacing every word. "I was just overwhelmed by everything. Besides, you weren’t here when all of it happened."

Before Matthew could respond, Sabe reached out and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together, although Matthew big belly was an obstacle but then they stopped held each other.

"But you’re here now," Sabe added more quietly, his grip tightening as if afraid Matthew might disappear again.

"I missed you, Sabe," Matthew said softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his arms around Sabe’s neck. His fingers interlocked behind him possessively. "How about we have some hot sex? The baby misses you too, after all."

"Huh?" Sabe blurted out, nearly choking on his own saliva. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Hot sex? You just found out from the news that I was injured and only recently discharged, and you’re already thinking about sex? The Fetalyn case is still ongoing! How exactly do you expect me to perform?"

Matthew had always loved sex. No....he’s addicted to it, Sabe thought inwardly with a heavy sigh. That’s why he was perfect for me back then.

Since Gabe couldn’t satisfy me, Matthew filled that gap effortlessly....every position, every desire.

But now...

What if he finds out? Sabe’s chest tightened painfully. What if he realizes I can’t satisfy him anymore? Will he still love me the same way?

His thoughts darkened further.

But it doesn’t matter, he told himself grimly. As long as I get my child from him. After that... if he doesn’t want me anymore, I’ll accept it.

"Why wouldn’t you be able to perform, baby?" Matthew said lightly, brushing off Sabe’s concern. "It was just a minor injury to you an Alpha."

As he spoke, Matthew’s hands traced slowly down Sabe’s chest, fingers teasing, intentional. But just before his hand could go any lower....

Sabe caught his wrist firmly.

"I miss you, baby," Matthew murmured insistently, trying to pull closer again. "Just fuck me now."

Sabe shook his head sharply. "I can’t."

He released Matthew’s wrist but took a step back, putting distance between them. "I could suck you instead to make you cum but sex?" He exhaled slowly, his tone firm and controlled. "No. Definitely not. I’m not in the mood for that."

Matthew yanked his hand back, anger flashing across his face. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the bed, leaving Sabe standing where he was.

"You should’ve just said you don’t want me," Matthew muttered bitterly. "I wouldn’t have bothered decorating the room."

He opened a drawer roughly and pulled out a dildo....one of many Sabe himself had bought for him in the past.

I’m going to kill Alex, Sabe thought darkly, rage burning behind his eyes. I swear it. I won’t rest until I see him and Gabe cry.

It’s only a matter of time.

With that thought anchoring him, Sabe walked over to the bed and lay down beside Matthew, turning his back to him completely...pretending not to see what Matthew was doing, pretending not to feel the widening distance between them.

****

Meanwhile at Fred’s House

How could Gabe leave me alone with these two? Alex thought irritably, his jaw tightening as his gaze shifted between Damien and Fred, who lay resting on the couch.

It was supposed to be me and him in a room and now he just left me.

Is he even okay? Alex’s thoughts spiraled. I honestly thought he was joking when he said he was going back to Sabe’s house. Who would’ve thought that motherfucker actually meant it?

His hands clenched slightly. He doesn’t even care about his own life.

"If you’re that worried about him," Damien said calmly, breaking Alex out of his storm of thoughts, "then you could’ve stopped him before he left."

Alex snapped his head toward Damien, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "How do you know I’m thinking about him?"

"It’s written all over your face," Damien replied calmly, a faint amusement in his eyes. He let out a light chuckle before adding, "And now it even looks like you’re about to cry."

He glanced toward the window briefly. "Tomorrow is almost here, though. You’ll definitely get to see him tomorrow, so just relax."

Alex released a heavy sigh at Damien’s words, his shoulders slumping slightly as if some of the tension had finally drained from him.

Did they already have sex or something? Fred wondered inwardly, a faint, bitter chuckle escaping him. Or why else would he be this worried about Gabe?

"Do you want to go inside and sleep now, Fred?" Damien asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned toward him.

His words snapped Fred out of his spiraling thoughts.

"What’s wrong with you?" Damien continued, his tone more observant now. "You seem lost."

"I’m good," Fred replied too quickly, swallowing hard. "Uh... what were you saying again?"

Of course I’m not good, Fred screamed inwardly. That bastard, Gabe.

Going back to Sabe’s house was more important than my life. He actually left me alone here with this monster.

Alex is still... manageable, Fred admitted to himself reluctantly. But Damien? He looks like a grim reaper sent specifically to collect my soul.

"Are you okay, Fred?" Damien asked again, this time with visible concern. "Are you still hurting anywhere? You took your medication already, so what’s wrong now?"

Damien’s expression was gentle but all Fred could see was a towering monster with horns and sharp teeth. His chest tightened painfully, his heart pounding so fast he feared it might burst.

"I....I’d like to go to my room now," Fred finally said, forcing himself to sit up.

Then he turned toward Alex, desperation flickering in his eyes. "Please, come help me to my...."

He didn’t even finish the sentence.

A strong arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, and before he could process what was happening, he was lifted clean off the couch.

"What are you doing?!" Fred exclaimed, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Put me down!"

"What does it look like I’m doing?" Damien replied casually as he carried Fred toward the bedroom door, leaving Alex standing frozen in the living room. "You needed help, and I helped."

He walked into Fred’s room and gently placed him onto the bed, adjusting his position carefully before pulling the duvet over him.

The short walk from the living room to the bedroom felt like a descent into hell...no, worse than hell. Fred’s heart raced uncontrollably, terror clawing at his chest. For a moment, he genuinely thought he might die from fear alone.

"What do you need me to do for you tonight?" Damien asked, smiling as he looked down at him.

"I don’t need anything," Fred said quickly, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. "You can go now. Please."

"I can’t leave," Damien replied smoothly.

The words sent a fresh wave of terror down Fred’s spine.

"I need to stay in your room tonight," Damien continued. "Just in case you need anything. Alex is too busy thinking about Gabe, so he won’t be of much help."

And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Am I hearing words now or he actually just said that?! Fred thought Inwardly with frustration etched on his face.

Damien tilted his head slightly. "I can take care of you. And yes...I’m also a doctor. I can monitor you during the night to make sure there’s no problem."

"I don’t need you!" Fred shouted instinctively then immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.

Lowering his voice, he added hurriedly, "I mean... I don’t need any help. I just want to sleep. You don’t need to trouble yourself over me."

"I’m sorry," Damien said calmly, "but I’ll have to stay here."

He walked toward the wardrobe, pulled out a spare bedsheet, and spread it neatly over the couch in the room. Lying down, he covered himself comfortably.

"Besides," he added casually, "I don’t want to stay with Alex. Let him think about Gabe in peace alone."

"You.."

Before Fred could say anything else, Damien had already closed his eyes, deliberately exaggerating a soft snoring sound.

Fred stared at him for a long moment before finally giving up.

Fuck, Fred thought bitterly, biting his lip as he lay there wide-eyed. How the hell am I supposed to sleep with him in my room? Just how the hell?! This is torture

This is going to be a very long night.