Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 38: I could fuck you right now!

"You finally decided to co to ?" Sabe’s voice cut through the hospital room the instant his gaze landed on Gabe who was being pushed in by Alex. Even with most of his face hidden behind layers of bandages, the fury in his eyes was unmistakable. "Where have you been all night? I told my n to search all of my properties for you. You weren’t there. You weren’t at Fred’s house either. So where exactly have you been?"

His head was wrapped so thoroughly that only his swollen eyes and bruised lips were visible. Thick bandages covered his waist and one arm. A drip hung from one side, blood transfusion on the other, tubes running across him like a tortured puppet.

Damn... Alex went too far. Gabe swallowed hard, his heartbeat stumbling. Just what kind of people did he hire to deal with Sabe?

"How are you feeling now?" Gabe asked gently, jaw tight with conflicting emotions. He placed the flowers he had bought on the way onto the bedside table. "And where’s Matthew? Shouldn’t he be here with you?"

"He’s not like you showing up only this morning." Sabe scoffed, bitterness seeping into his tone. "He’s been here since last night. He only left because I ordered him to go rest. He’s carrying my baby, after all."

The anger under his words hit the air like a slap. Then his gaze abruptly shifted toward Alex, who had remained silently against the wall.

Alex was still irritated from earlier....Gabe’s sudden insistence on leaving the house before dawn, the refusal to eat breakfast, the tension-filled silence between them since morning. Even when Gabe bathed, Alex had only been allowed to help him into the tub and then leave imdiately. Every interaction had been clipped.

I honestly can’t believe he’s so determined to co here. For the sake of the damn dia? Alex scread internally as he leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest, eyes locked on Sabe with chilly disdain.

"And what is your therapist doing here?" Sabe asked suddenly, scoffing. Then his eyes widened with realization, the veins in his neck tightening. "Don’t tell you’ve been staying at your therapist’s house?"

Sothing definitely happened that day he visited the house, Sabe thought viciously, fury carving deep lines across his face. Why the hell am I this angry just looking at him?! What is wrong with ?!

"And why would I be staying at my therapist’s house?" Gabe asked, rolling his eyes with practiced disdain. "You told your n to check your houses because you know I usually run there....fine. But this ti, I stayed at a hotel. I only asked my therapist to help this morning to co check up on you."

"And why would you ask him of all people?" Sabe snapped, raising an eyebrow steeped in rage. "What happened to Fred? And let tell you right now.....having therapy sessions won’t win back. So wake up."

"And who said I’m trying to win you back with therapy?" Gabe shot back with an arched brow and a sharp scoff. "You must really think you’re that important. Like my entire life revolves around you, Sabe."

"Get. Out." Sabe roared not at Gabe, but at Alex.

"Huh? You want to get out?" Gabe scoffed, disbelief dripping from his voice. Then he looked at Alex. "Please take out of here."

"And where do you think you’re going?" Sabe snapped instantly. "I wasn’t talking to you....I told him to leave! The therapist!"

Before Gabe could respond, Sabe ripped the drip out of his own arm with his uninjured hand. Blood trickled down, but he didn’t flinch. The two burly bodyguards stationed by the door imdiately started toward Alex, ready to drag him out.

"I’ll walk out by myself," Alex said coldly, anger threading through his tone. Then he turned to Gabe. "I’ll be outside. Call when you’re done so I can take you ho, Mr. Gabe." His voice was tight...hurt and irritated but controlled. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed toward the door.

I told you to stay, but no....you were determined to co check on this beast you call a husband, Alex thought bitterly. Fine. Deal with the consequences yourself. I just hope he doesn’t lay a hand on you. If he does, he’ll have himself to bla later.

With that, Alex walked out of the ward, leaving Gabe and Sabe alone.

The mont the door clicked shut, Sabe practically tore himself off the bed. He staggered slightly...pain flaring but still moved closer to Gabe and grabbed him by the neck.

"You’re so eager to leave the mont I said ’get out’?" Sabe hissed, a dangerous smirk twisting his wounded face. His grip tightened, warm breath brushing harshly against Gabe’s cheek. "Why do I feel like you’ve changed? What exactly are you planning, Gabe?"

"Are you planning to choke to death?" Gabe rasped out, coughing hard until Sabe loosened his grip just enough for him to breathe. "And what do you an by I’ve changed? You an because I’m finally done tolerating your crap?"

His voice rose, fiery and unfiltered.

"If I don’t react to your nonsense at this point, I should be a Buddha because no normal human can keep putting up with your foolishness and pretend it doesn’t affect them. And yeah, didn’t you change too, Sabe? You slept with your secretary. Got him pregnant."

"You really can’t bla for that, Gabe!" Sabe yelled, voice cracking with fury and frustration. "The doctor said there’s only a maybe....a damn maybe that you’ll ever walk again, much less give birth. We need an heir to my empire. I don’t have a choice!"

"And we couldn’t adopt?" Gabe shot back, raising an eyebrow before letting out a bitter scoff. "So the best solution you ca up with was to fuck another oga? Tell sothing....if you were the one in the wheelchair right now, would you have let go fuck another alpha and get pregnant just because we needed an heir? Would you have allowed that?"

His words trembled not from fear, but from a deep ache he’d buried for too long.

Fine, I’m done with Sabe, Gabe thought inwardly, breath shaking. But still... I can’t believe I wasted years with this bastard. I loved him with everything I had. I could have just slept with him and left, but no I married him. I accepted the role of oga in his world. I tried. And in the end, he betrayed .

He blinked rapidly as tears gathered, but he wiped them away before they could fall.

Maybe this is karma... karma for making other ogas fall for , fucking them, and walking away. But I’m not like those ogas who swallow their pain and let it pass. I will get my revenge. I’ll make Sabe regret losing .

"It’s different, Gabe!" Sabe snapped, clenching the sheets with his unbandaged hand. "Anyway... were you really at a hotel last night? What even led to our argunt? What made you leave the house this ti? I can’t rember anything. I just woke up with a bleeding head, lying on the floor of the guest room....the sa room you sleep in."

"What?" Gabe thought, eyes widening. He can’t rember? Don’t tell Alex deleted the CCTV footage. He didn’t even warn ... And I completely forgot Sabe caught with my dick out....asked what it was doing out, got suspicious... That whole scene. I can’t believe I walked in here like nothing happened. Thank goodness Alex took care of it.

"I don’t know why you had a bleeding head," Gabe said at last, voice steady but sharp. "We argued like we always do. I left because I needed peace. And you don’t get the right to ask where I spend the night. I don’t know where you spend yours most of the ti either."

"Of course you know!" Sabe barked, frustration dripping from every word. "I always stay at Matthew’s place. I’ve never hidden that from you." His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling. "Tell the truth... Are you really trying to get over ? Is that why you’re having therapy sessions? You want to leave ?"

"Oh yes! Now get the fuck away from !" Gabe scread, pushing Sabe with every ounce of strength in his arms. Sabe stumbled backward, not expecting the sudden force.

Gabe spun his wheelchair toward the door, hands shaking as he pushed the wheels only for Sabe to grab the chair violently, stopping him in place.

"What the fuck do you want from now?!" Gabe yelled, fury burning through his veins.

"You want sex, right?" Sabe growled, breath hot, pupils dilating with a dangerous mixture of anger and possessiveness. "You want to lay with you the sa way I’ve been doing with Matthew, isn’t that it?"

"What?"

Sabe ripped the bandages off his hand with a sharp hiss. The skin beneath was swollen and bruised, but already beginning to knit together.

"I’m an alpha," he said darkly. "I heal faster. And yes I could fuck you right now."

Before Gabe could react, Sabe bent down, slid his arms under him, and lifted him off the wheelchair as if he weighed nothing. Gabe gasped...half fear, half disbelief as Sabe carried him to the hospital bed and dropped him onto it.

Then Sabe climbed over him, straddling him, his body heavy and burning with tension.

In the next breath, Sabe’s fingers went straight to Gabe’s shirt, undoing the buttons one by one, his breathing ragged.