Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 66: I suspect it was one of the omegas here

"There are countless reporters already waiting outside the hospital, desperate for a statent from Gabe the mont he gets discharged, even though the evidence of what had happened is already everywhere. They never change," Fred muttered with a heavy sigh as he lifted his glass and drained the alcohol in one gulp. "No matter how clear the truth is, they still want a reaction. A scandal."

The booming sound of music rolled through the air, thick bass vibrating through the floor as bodies moved wildly under flashing neon lights. Shouts, laughter, and drunken screams blended together, filling the nightclub with chaotic energy. It was late...well past midnight....the perfect hour for reckless celebration and poor decisions.

"Reporters will always be the sa. I’m not surprised at all," Damien replied, seated across from Fred. He leaned back against the couch, fingers loosely wrapped around his drink as he exhaled slowly. "What worries isn’t them. It’s Gabe."

Fred glanced at him.

"I an... what’s his next move?" Damien continued, his brows knitting slightly. "Now that his husband is going to be locked away in prison."

"Divorce," Fred answered imdiately, his tone firm and unhesitating. "Of course it’s divorce."

He paused briefly, then added more grimly, "Though it won’t be easy. Sabe might refuse to sign the papers."

Damien scoffed lightly. "And why would he?"

Fred’s lips curled with bitterness. "Because no one’s going to want him now. Not after what happened. He’s..." he hesitated only a second, "....dickless. And a disgraced Alpha at that. He might try to trap Gabe in that marriage forever out of pure spite."

Damien let out a humorless chuckle. "Nothing’s impossible. If Gabe wants out, he will get out."

He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction.

"Sabe got exactly what was coming to him. Tried to castrate Alex, and instead ended up castrated himself. Karma works fast sotis." Damien shook his head with a smirk. "Now the entire country knows him as the dickless Alpha. Pathetic."

Fred nodded faintly, though his expression remained serious.

After a mont, he frowned and looked around the club. "By the way... why are we even here?"

He turned back to Damien. "You dragged all the way out here to a club, of all places. Shouldn’t we be with Alex and Gabe? Helping them with whatever they need right now?"

As he spoke, Fred swallowed hard.

The uneasiness he’d been feeling since arriving only grew stronger, especially with Damien sitting this close. Worse still, this was the sa club where they had first t....where that night had happened.

"I’m just... really happy," Damien replied after a pause, releasing a slow breath. "I needed sowhere to celebrate."

And of course needed you for sothing tonight. Damien added inwardly with a grin on his face.

He lifted his glass slightly.

"Alex wasn’t seriously hurt. He saved Gabe. And Sabe finally got taught a lesson he’ll never forget." Damien smiled faintly. "That’s worth celebrating."

"Oh... I see," Fred replied quietly, nodding. "Just don’t drink too much."

Damien raised an eyebrow, confused. "Why? You think I’ll pass out?"

"I know how to hold my alcohol," he added defensively.

You really don’t, Fred thought inwardly, rolling his eyes. Aloud, he only sighed.

"I’m just saying," Fred replied. "Drink responsibly."

Before Damien could respond, a sultry voice slid into the space behind them.

"Well hello there, daddies. Need so company?"

Fred stiffened.

"I’m really good at sucking dick, you know."

Before either of them could react, two bold hands suddenly slipped down and grabbed Fred’s and Damien’s crotches.

Fred slamd his glass down on the table and stood abruptly.

"I don’t need it," he snapped coldly. "And neither does he. Get lost."

The n recoiled imdiately at the anger in his voice and quickly retreated into the crowd.

Damien turned slowly toward Fred, one eyebrow raised in mild amusent.

"And why exactly do you think I don’t need it?" he asked with a scoff.

Because you hate ogas, Fred scread inwardly. You idiot.

Instead, he forced a calm expression. "We’re here to drink, dance, and maybe eat sothing greasy to soak up the alcohol," Fred said firmly. "That’s it. Just celebrating our friends’ survival."

Damien studied him for a mont before smiling warmly. "You’re right."

Then his smile shifted....subtle, unreadable.

"And... I’m also here for sothing else."

Fred’s stomach dropped.

"Huh?" he asked carefully. "Sothing else?"

Don’t tell he knows, Fred thought, his throat tightening. He started it, but I didn’t stop it either. I was in heat. I took an Alpha ho. And then I smashed his head with a flower vase...

Damien lifted a hand and pointed to the bandage still wrapped around his head.

"This," he said simply pointing to his bandaged head. "Didn’t you notice it, Mr. Fred?"

"Of course I did," Fred replied too quickly, forcing out a nervous chuckle. "I wanted to ask earlier, but everything with Gabe and Alex was happening. Now that we’re here... what happened?"

Damien’s jaw tightened.

"So motherfucker attacked ," he growled. "A pervert."

Fred’s fingers twitched.

"He didn’t fully have sex with ," Damien continued darkly, "but he kissed . Touched . Left hickeys all over my body."

Fred clenched his jaw.

"And when he was done," Damien said, voice shaking with rage, "he smashed a flower vase over my head and knocked out cold. I swear....if I ever see him again, I’ll fucking kill him."

Attacked you? Pervert? You were the one who wouldn’t stop kissing , Fred cursed inwardly. You split my lips.

Damien’s gaze suddenly dropped.

"And you," he added slowly, "what happened to your lips?"

Fred nearly choked on his spit.

"They look injured."

"Oh...uh....yeah," Fred said quickly, touching his mouth. "I kissed my lover. It was... intense."

He swallowed hard. "Anyway, how do you expect to find this so-called pervert? There are countless people like that in the world."

Damien’s eyes darkened.

"His scent," he replied calmly. "I rember it clearly."

Fred felt a chill run down his spine.

"If he’s in this club," Damien continued, "I’ll know."

Fuck! I need to be very careful.

"I suspect it was one of the ogas here," Damien said, his voice edged with anger as his gaze fixed on the ogas dancing nearby. "They’re always so eager to get close to ."

Fred frowned. "That’s a bold assumption. And how exactly do you plan to identify a scent in a crowded place like this?"

Instead of answering, Damien stood and turned toward the dance floor.

"Hey," he called out smoothly. "You all....co over here."

Fred’s heart began to pound.

Almost imdiately, the ogas responded.

Shirtless and wearing only tight-fitting pants that clung to their bodies, clearly outlining the hardness beneath, several of them rushed toward Damien and Fred without hesitation. The confidence in their movents was unmistakable as they crowded around the table, dropping into the seats beside the two n.

Fred stiffened instantly.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as confusion flashed across his face. He folded his arms over his chest and let out a scoff, his discomfort barely hidden. "You’re not planning to interrogate them one after the other, are you?"

He shook his head slightly. "You won’t find anything like that. You’re wasting your ti."

Damien didn’t answer him imdiately.

Instead, he leaned closer....too close.

Fred’s breath hitched when Damien’s lips brushed his ear, his voice dropping into a low whisper ant for him alone.

"Just watch," Damien murmured calmly. "I know exactly how to fish out the oga I’m looking for."

Fred swallowed hard.

"There are more than a hundred ogas in this club tonight," Damien continued quietly. "But every Alpha and Beta you see drinking and dancing with them?" His lips curved faintly. "They’re friends of mine."

Fred’s eyes widened.

"They’re not here by coincidence," Damien added. "They’re here for a reason....to help expose the pervert."

A sharp wave of shock ran straight down Fred’s spine, his heart beginning to pound violently against his ribs.

What is he planning? Fred thought in a panic. What exactly is he setting up right now?

One of the ogas leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he smiled flirtatiously.

"How can we serve you, young masters?" the oga asked smoothly. "Would you like us to use our mouths?"

He gestured subtly toward the back of the club. "There are private rooms here as well. Discreet and comfortable. All you need to do is pay and I can tell money isn’t a problem for n of your caliber."

Fred’s jaw clenched.

Before he could respond, Damien lifted a hand, silencing the oga with a casual gesture.

"Before anything else," Damien said calmly, his tone polite but commanding, "why don’t we all sit properly and have so drinks first?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stood up.

Fred watched, tense and alert, as Damien walked toward the bar with confident strides. The bartender barely questioned him as he grabbed several glasses...exactly ten and followed that by lifting five bottles of cold champagne from the counter.

Damien returned monts later, placing everything neatly on the table.

The ogas’ eyes lit up imdiately.

One by one, Damien filled the glasses, the sound of bubbling liquid cutting through the thudding music. He handed each cup out personally, his gaze sharp and observant as the ogas eagerly accepted them.

They didn’t hesitate.

Each oga lifted his glass and swallowed the drink in one gulp, laughter and cheers following as the alcohol hit.