Chapter 42: What do you know about alphas?
After the two of them had finally calmed down, Andrew was the one who called Michael back into the living room. He knew that the other man had given them some privacy to soothe each other, but that didn’t mean that Michael was soothed.
Oh no.
The black man was still pissed at Andrew, and it was for a good reason. Andrew had fucked up. He’d let his own hang ups, and the trauma from his childhood take over his future. He’d hurt both of them, and he felt like shit. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to make it up to either of them.
Michael gestured to the couch, near where he’d laid everything out.
"Go, sit. Did anyone want anything while I’m up?" He asked, and both of the men shook their heads. Michael shrugged, before coming to join them on the couch. There was an awkward silence, before Michael sighed. "Did Mr. Beckett talk some sense into you?" Michael asked, and Andrew nodded, his cheeks a little pink.
"Yeah." Andrew said, and Michael sighed again.
"It’s awful that you are going through this, and as much as you are alone in this, you very much aren’t, Andy. Others manifest late as well, and to the public, that’s the story we’re planning to go with until we can bring them to justice. They have therapy sessions for people like you, who have hold ups about being a beta for so long, for having people say dumb shit, and how hard it is to accept yourself. You’ve gotten a taste today of what that can do to you. It can lead to death, Andrew, which is why I’m taking this so seriously. Now, since you aren’t reading your information on your own, I’m going to have to come in person to have lessons with you. I knew that this was the likely outcome, so I already set aside time to do so." Andrew went paled.
"What do you mean you knew this was going to happen?" Michael glanced at Maxwell, before shrugging and continued speaking, meeting Andrew’s gaze.
"It wasn’t exactly a secret in university that you hated your dad. Especially since you were coming in and out of the hospital and then suddenly dropped out for a family emergency. If anyone was paying attention, they could have connected the dots. And being a true alpha is hereditary. You had to have gotten that trait from someone." Andrew swallowed thickly at Michaels words, and when he would have overwhelmed everyone with his pheromones, Maxwell washed his pheromones over him. He slowly calmed down.