Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 79: You’ve ruined his life!!!

"Of course they’re fine, sir so you should stop worrying about them." Damien finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. His expression was stiff, faint disdain etched across his face as though the topic itself irritated him.

"The ogas at the club are fine," he continued calmly. "I’m not a monster who kills, so why wouldn’t they be?"

Of course you’re a monster, Fred thought inwardly, letting out a silent scoff. Every single thing about you proves it, you motherfucker.

Still... despite the disgust in his gut, the heavy knot in Fred’s chest loosened slightly. At least they were alive. That’s all that matters.

"Fine," Damien went on, his tone cold but controlled. "Their drinks were drugged, yes. Their pheromones affected all my Alpha associates, and that was expected andof course they ended up having sex with the ogas. Hard, raw sex."

Fred stiffened.

"During that process," Damien added, unfazed, "so toxins were transferred....just like what happened between and that oga at the hotel."

Fred’s jaw clenched.

Yeah I know your alpha friends had sex with the ogas hence I believe so poison were also passed to them just like you passed yours to . I was only worried if they received the necessary treatnts or you left them to die but then goodness you had so sympathy in you and treated them even though you hated them. Fred thought inwardly as he rolled his eyes in distain.

"But those toxins were imdiately handled by doctors I personally arranged," Damien said. "Every single one of them received treatnt and are all fine now."

He paused briefly before adding, his voice turning sharper, "And just so you know....every oga who was drugged that night gave their consent beforehand."

"Huh?" Fred blurted out, eyes widening in shock. "Now what do you an by that?"

He better be kidding right now?! Fred scread inwardly. Not all ogas ego are in the club are here just because they’re wayward or because it’s their choice. So don’t even have a choice. So yeah he can’t tell all the ogas here chose to be used like that. That there’s no single one of them that don’t have a choice.

"Yes, Fred," Damien replied evenly. "They agreed to it. Don’t be surprised though....you can easily get any oga as long as money is involved."

He leaned back slightly. "And yeah Incase I didn’t tell you before or I already did....these ogas are addicts. They enjoy being high before sex. That’s what they wanted, and I provided it all while they were paid handsoly too."

Fred’s stomach churned.

"It’s not sothing I do all the ti. I make drugs afterall and sell to Alpha’s who use it but then I’ve never sold sothing this string to anyone before," Damien continued. That night was different. I had to drug ogas for the first ti with my hand and it was also a new drug I just formulated."

His eyes darkened.

"I was certain that particular oga, the one driving crazy would be at the club. He’s bold....reckless. I knew he ca from a place like that."

Fred stared at him, horrified.

"I was determined not to sleep with any oga if the drug affects . I was stubborn since I hate ogas afterall. I can’t imagine sleeping with them ever again," Damien admitted, his voice lowering. "I thought I could handle the toxin in my own body. I refused to sleep with any of the ogas and focused only on finding him."

He exhaled slowly. "But that act or perhaps a mistake almost killed ."

Fred’s heart skipped.

"That oga," Damien said quietly, "You’re right when you said he saved ."

Thank goodness you realized that now. Fred thought Inwardly all while he swallowed hard.

The words seed to surprise even him.

"Even if I don’t want to admit it... he did. And that is exactly why I need to find him."

Fred’s hands curled into fists.

"So of the toxin transferred into his body too," Damien explained. "And even if he goes to other doctors to treat him, it’s pointless as only a complete treatnt...my treatnt....can fully eradicate it."

Huh? What does he an by that now? Fred thought Inwardly with his eyes widen open in curiousity.

He shrugged lightly. "Other doctors might stabilize him, sure. But they can’t cure it completely."

Fred’s blood ran cold.

What the actual fuck?! Fred scread internally, rage flashing across his face.

I was right. I was absolutely right to call you a monster.

"What do you an exactly," Fred snapped aloud, his voice shaking with fury, "that only you have the antidote to the poison in his body?"

"And what will happen to him if you don’t find him?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow as he swallowed hard. His gaze stayed fixed on Damien, curiosity and dread twisting together in his chest.

"The drugs from other doctors might be able to keep him alive for a while," Damien replied slowly, his tone asured, almost clinical. "But eventually, the poison will start taking effect."

Fred’s breath hitched.

"Symptoms like vomiting blood," Damien continued, his voice steady, rciless. "Burning fevers that take forever to break. Splitting headaches so severe they can cause mory loss. Dizziness. Difficulty breathing. And more which will eventually lead to death."

Each word felt like a hamr striking Fred’s spine.

"Death?" Fred echoed faintly.

Before Damien could finish, Fred snapped.

He climbed onto the bed on his knees and grabbed Damien by the collar, fury blazing in his eyes, his fingers tightening as his whole body trembled with rage.

"And more?!" Fred scread, locking eyes with him. "You’ve ruined his life!"

His voice cracked. "You’re saying he’s going to die from this!"

"He won’t die imdiately Fred," Damien replied firmly, gripping Fred’s wrist to steady him. "But once all fourteen symptoms fully manifest, he’ll lose his sanity then death if he’s not strong enough."

Fred froze.

"One symptom alone won’t do it," Damien went on. "But when all fourteen complete... he’ll go mad. And as they persist, he’ll start wishing he were dead instead."

He tightened his hold slightly. "That’s why I have to find him at all costs. At the very least, I need to give him the drug."

"You’re such a...." Fred choked, his voice breaking into a furious growl. "ARRRGH!"

He shoved Damien away and collapsed back onto the bed, one hand pressed against his forehead as his chest rose and fell violently.

"Then where is the damn drug?" Fred snapped, lifting his head to glare at Damien. "If I find him before you do, he should take it imdiately."

"I know exactly when the symptoms will begin," Damien replied calmly. "They haven’t started yet."

His eyes narrowed with certainty. "I’ll find him before the first one appears. There’s no need for you to worry."

"You...." Fred exploded, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Just shut the fuck up and hand over the drug!"

"I can’t," Damien said quietly. "Only I can administer it."

He sighed deeply. "I know you care about ogas far more than I do. I understand why this hurts you."

His voice softened, just slightly. "I was arrogant. I wanted to prove I didn’t need any oga. Turns out... I was wrong."

I feel like strangling him, Fred scread inwardly.

With a sharp scoff, he turned away and lay down on the bed, his back facing Damien, fists clenched.

I want to kill him right now.

"I’ll let you rest," Damien said after a pause, his tone gentler. "I’ll be in the living room in case you need anything, okay?"

Fred didn’t respond.

Damien exhaled heavily, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

****"

anwhile at Alex’s Office

Gabe sat in his wheelchair, facing Alex, who sat on the couch across from him. The room was silent, their gazes locked for what felt like an eternity.

"And how are you?" Alex finally asked, concern evident in his voice. "Did he hurt you?"

He hesitated. "I tried ssaging you. No response. You told not to co to Sabe’s house no matter what....that you were fine."

"I’m fine, Alex," Gabe replied, swallowing hard.

I just miss you, he thought inwardly. Therapy without you feels like it’s been a year.

Should I say I miss you... or that I miss the way you make feel? Or maybe both?

"How’s Fred doing?" Gabe asked quickly, forcing his eyes away, trying not to look where his thoughts kept drifting.

"He’s fine," Alex replied with a warm smile. "He’s at ho with Damien right now."

Oh shit! Damien wouldn’t hurt him since he doesn’t know Fred is that oga right? Gabe thought Inwardly all while he face palm himself.

Alex stood up. "Anyway... are you ready?"

I can’t wait to touch you again, Alex thought darkly. Maybe I’m already addicted to you... or to the way you consu my thoughts.

Every night, the video and the hidden cara you never found.

If you discover it one day, you’ll kill .

And I wouldn’t even mind.

"Ready for...?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow.

Of course I’m ready, he thought. But I shouldn’t sound too eager.

"Ti to explore my playground," Alex said casually.

Gabe’s eyes widened in shock as Alex walked up to his shelf, pressed a hidden button on the wall. The surface split apart silently, revealing a concealed staircase leading downward into darkness.