Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.

Chapter 121: End of vacation.

I’ll have you again and again. You’re mine now. So yeah we’ll have sex again.

The thought slipped through Alex’s mind as a slow, satisfied smirk curved his lips. He lingered there for a moment longer before finally straightening.

"Uh... I should let you be now," Alex said at last, his voice steady as he rose to his feet. "Since you can manage your bath on your own, I’ll go take mine. Let’s meet at the dining just to talk. You can tell the servants to bring the breakfast I prepared along with you."

"Yeah, go," Gabe replied quietly, his tone casual but his expression anything but. "I’ll be there soon."

Alex nodded, acknowledging him, then turned and walked out of the room. He shut the door carefully behind him, leaving Gabe alone in the silence and with far too many thoughts to keep himself company.

The moment Alex stepped into the hallway, he slowed to a halt.

Romeo, Lucas, Fred, and Damien were already awake, seated neatly around the dining table. Four pairs of eyes lifted at once, settling on him with varying degrees of interest and suspicion.

"Huh?" Alex raised an eyebrow, genuine surprise flickering across his face as he approached them. "You’re all awake already?" His gaze shifted toward Fred and Damien. "Are you both feeling better now?" He added as he sat down before Romeo.

"Oh yes, we are," Fred answered first, though his voice was still noticeably weak. "Your cooking woke me up, actually. The smell was impossible to ignore. I was starving... though I could only eat a little."

"Same here," Damien added, letting out a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair. "But seriously, why are you cooking this early in the morning? Why didn’t you leave it to the chefs? That’s what they’re paid for, isn’t it?"

A soft scoff came from across the table.

"Of course he had to wake up early to cook," Romeo said, his tone sharp with amusement. "Anything for his precious omega."

At that, Fred, Damien, and Alex all turned to look at him.

"I couldn’t sleep all night," Romeo continued, folding his arms. "And that’s entirely thanks to you and your omega."

"What do you mean?" Fred frowned, confusion and curiosity written clearly across his face. "You couldn’t sleep all night because of them?"

"Oh yeah," Lucas chimed in, rubbing his temple as if he still felt tired. "You and Damien passed out early, so you missed it. You couldn’t hear what was going on last night."

He paused before adding, "Even the servants heard."

Alex swallowed hard.

Don’t tell me they actually heard Gabe and me...Were we really that loud?

"Heard what, exactly?" Damien asked, sitting up straighter now, his curiosity fully awakened.

Did these two have sex?! Damien screamed Inwardly with excitement written all over his face. That’s good news then. That means Alex scent glands will begin to heal.

Alex exhaled slowly, schooling his expression. A moment of silence followed....heavy, deliberate.

Well... I might as well announce it, he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It’s obvious Romeo wants confirmation, then I’ll give it to him.

"You should ask Alex," Romeo said, lifting an eyebrow as his gaze locked onto him. "He’s your best friend, isn’t he?"

The room grew quiet.

"I’m actually curious," Romeo added smoothly, "about the kind of sounds coming from Gabe’s room last night."

All eyes turned to Alex.

"I...."

"And what kind of sounds do you think they were Romeo?"

Gabe’s voice cut in sharply, stopping Alex before he could even finish a sentence.

The sudden interruption drew everyone’s attention including the nearby servants who had been pretending not to listen. All eyes shifted toward Gabe, who was seated in his wheelchair, one hand gripping the armrest tightly. His posture was stiff, his expression carefully composed, though the tension in his jaw betrayed the pain he was trying so hard to hide. Sitting was clearly uncomfortable...his body still aching fiercely but he refused to show weakness.

I’ll fucking kill Alex when it’s my turn. I’ll make sure you’re unable to walk the next day! Gabe declared inwardly with seriousness etched on his face.

"Since you don’t seem to know," Gabe continued calmly, lifting his chin, "You should allow me to enlighten you."

Alex’s eyes widened slightly.

"Alex is my therapist," Gabe said evenly. "And I am his client. Whatever sounds you think you heard coming from my room were the result of his therapy sessions." He paused deliberately before adding, "His teachings. His methods. And I’m grateful for them."

The room fell into stunned silence.

"Huh?" Alex thought inwardly, his brows knitting together. I’m your therapist, yes....but I’m more than that now. Why would you lie to Romeo? I want that bastard to know.

But Gabe didn’t even look at him.

Even if we slept together, Gabe thought heavily, you can’t go around announcing it like some kind of trophy. Especially not to Romeo.

Romeo was dangerous....calculating, obsessive, and more than willing to ruin Alex just to drag him back into his bed.

I still need Romeo for certain things, Gabe admitted to himself grimly. And I won’t let Alex get involved to the point where Romeo turns on him.

"Oh, really? A therapy session?" Romeo finally spoke, breaking the silence with a scoff as he raised an eyebrow. "That must have been one hell of a therapy session."

He leaned back slightly, his gaze sharp. "Because I and the servants heard loud moans, the sound of bodies moving, skin striking skin, and a whole lot more. For a moment, we genuinely thought an alpha and an omega were having sex. Well Alex is a beta unlike me who’s an alpha."

You don’t need to tell me you’re an alpha Romeo. I know that already. Gabe thought Inwardly as he rolled his eyes away in distain.

"And even if they were having sex," Damien snapped, his tone edged with irritation as he straightened in his seat, "how exactly is that your business Romeo?"

He shot Romeo a hard look. "Since when did you start poking your nose into other people’s private lives? Gabe is divorced. He’s single. Even if he slept with Alex, that’s his business. They’re both adults."

"No one said they aren’t," Romeo replied coolly, his expression unreadable. "I was merely curious. The noise was... excessive. It woke me up."

He exhaled slowly. "Gabe already clarified that it was a therapy session. And even if it wasn’t....even if something more happened....it’s not my place to interfere. I only expressed my frustration because I couldn’t sleep."

His gaze flicked briefly toward Gabe. "I am an alpha with heightened hearing, after all."

"I’ve already answered you," Gabe said firmly, his tone cold and final. "And I apologize to anyone who was disturbed by the therapy session."

Fred, who had been quiet the entire time, swallowed hard.

Are you sure it was just therapy, Gabe? he thought. It’s obvious you and Alex slept together. Just look at the tension. The expressions. Not that I care but I’m curious how the hell you managed it. There’s no fucking way you allowed Alex to drill your asshole. So how the fuck were you able to fuck his asshole instead without the drugs you use in drugging your past sugar daddies to keep them asleep till you’re done fucking them.

Before anyone could speak again, Damien cleared his throat.

"Anyway," he said decisively, drawing everyone’s attention, "we’ll be leaving the vacation house once breakfast is done."

Fred blinked. "What?"

"I need to visit the hospital with Fred to see if this is really food poisoning. I mean I feel so weak and everything happening is what Fred is experiencing too," Damien continued. "And frankly, we’ve enjoyed this vacation long enough. It’s time to get back to our daily lives."

"Exactly," Alex added immediately, his voice serious. "That’s what I wanted to bring up as well."

I want Romeo out of this house, Alex thought coldly, a satisfied smile flickering briefly across his face. Ending the vacation is the easiest way to make sure Gabe and Romeo stop seeing each other.

We’re just business partners afterall, why the fuck am I regarding him to be a friend when he’s not just because he had helped me once, he reminded himself. He doesn’t even know who I really am, my rank, my assets, or what I truly own.

"I agree," Gabe said quietly. "I want to go home too."

He tightened his grip on the wheelchair armrest. "I have things I need to sort out. Especially now that my divorce is finalized."

If I keep seeing Alex every day, Gabe admitted inwardly, if I let him touch me again... I might actually lose control.

I might stop being myself and accept life as an omega that I’m not.

Good. Fred thought inwardly, a faint, satisfied smile forming. I need answers about my body too, to see if this symptoms is because of that poisonous substance. I don’t want to rely on Damien words alone. I need to see a doctor too. And I definitely need Gabe to spill everything that happened between him and Alex last night.