Chapter 30: Property of Maxwell Beckett
Andrew didn’t answer right away, and instead put the scones onto a sheet pan before putting them into the oven and setting a timer.
Then, he turned to face Maxwell’s Father. He wasn’t sure how to say this, but he had a feeling if he didn’t, he wouldn’t understand. A sigh left Andrew’s lips, before he met the piercing grey gaze that was trained on him.
"No. I am not leading your son on. Maxwell and I...we haven’t put a label on our relationship besides friendship, and I...I don’t even know if he considers me that. We haven’t...we only just spoke about being friends the day before I was kidnapped." Andrew frowned, concern filling him.
"Alright, if you aren’t sure what you are, why do you think you have the audacity to stay in my son’s house alone with him when we all know you’re a loose cannon. Whether it was your choice or not, he’s an omega and you’re an alpha. Can you honestly tell me that you can control yourself around my son?" A deep sense of hurt filled his chest, and Andrew opened his mouth to protest, before he closed it.
"I...I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt Maxwell. That isn’t my...I do not want to hurt him." Andrew repeated, his brows furrowed. He hated that he was considered a danger to Maxwell now, and Michael could tell Andrew was in a delicate state, but Maxwell’s father pushed forward.
"So if you don’t want to hurt him, move back to your apartment. I’ll keep security nearby, but you should know that alphas and omegas who aren’t family or marked don’t mix. They shouldn’t, because bad things could happen." Shame filled Andrew. He had been so focused on getting back alive that he didn’t consider how much of a danger he was to Maxwell now.
Andrew began to shake, and Michael immediately grew concerned. Andrew sniffed, before the tears started falling and the two men froze.
"I-I’m so sorry. I don’t want to cause problems. I’ll just finish these scones and get out of here. I don’t want to hurt Maxwell the same way my father hurt my mom. I would rather die than do that." Mr. Beckett’s eyes went wide, in shock, in horror, while Michael shot him a dirty look before reaching out to comfort the crying man.
"Andy, it’s okay. Mr. Beckett wouldn’t want you to leave so suddenly. He’d be shocked." Andrew couldn’t stop the tears now that they had started falling.