Chapter 25: Maxwell’s Anger
After the two interlopers left, the house fell quiet. Andrew had calmed himself, while Maxwell still felt a burning rage growing deep within him. It was mainly due to the fact that Andrew seemed to calm down relatively quickly.
And that damn Doctor his assistant had hired.
Maxwell had worried that the Doctor was going to make Andrew uncomfortable at first, but when it came to light that the two knew each other, he relaxed.
Then he changed his mind.
That damn Dr. Smith talked to Andrew as if he’d known him his whole life, and he dared to order around his assistant and argue with him? He was pissed. He was more pissed that Andrew had defended him too. But he couldn’t blame Andrew. The man had gone through a terrifying situation, and it wasn’t Maxwell’s place to take away any form of comfort he found, even if it annoyed him.
He’d had to wait until Andrew had his feet under him. A better support system.
The more Maxwell looked at the now bandaged up Andrew, the more fury filled him. How dare they harm his beta? How dare they change him against his will? If there was anyone he’d ever met in his life that didn’t want to be an alpha or an omega, it was Andrew. The fact that not only had he been changed into an alpha, but a true alpha?
It was deplorable. The worst part of it all was that he was going to need his parent’s help given how much personal power he had right now. It made him sick to his stomach to have to reveal Andrew to them, but he knew he was going to have to do so. If he didn’t get on this soon enough, more people could be hurt, even killed.
He didn’t care about that aspect, but he knew Andrew would. So as much as he hated it, he’d have to contact his father. If he spoke to his brothers or his mother first, there’d be too many questions. And they’d swarm the house. Andrew needed time to heal. To recover. His father was the least likely out of them to storm his home for answers.
"Andrew? What are you doing?" Maxwell, who had been pacing in the dining area to give Andrew some time to himself, stopped when he heard shuffling on the couch.
"Oh, I was thinking of heading to bed. My head is dropping, and I think those rut suppressants have finally kicked in." Andrew turned a grin towards Maxwell, and his heart squeezed. He’d worried he’d never see that smile again. He clenched his fist tightly.