(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 24: What monster did they create?

Chapter 24: What monster did they create?

"M-Michael, how are those tests looking?" Andrew asked, desperate for something else, anything else, otherwise he was going to do things to Maxwell with others around. As much as he felt out of control, he never wanted to show that side of himself to others. He also never wanted to embarrass Maxwell.

"Another minute, but I’m slowly coming to a better understanding. Andrew, could you look at me for a second?" Andrew slowly raised his head from the crook of Maxwell’s neck, only to have a bright pen light shone into his eyes. Wincing, Andrew closed his eyes quickly and was surprised to hear Michaels eerie chuckle.

"What did you just find out, Dr. Smith?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew took a few seconds to recover from the bright light shone into his eyes before he was able to see anything but bright lights. Maxwell had turned in his lap to face Michael, while Mr. Newman was white as a ghost. Michael ran his hand over his head, shaking it.

"Well, Mr. Beckett, without that test I can tell you that they’ve turned our dear friend into a fucking true alpha." Andrew’s body went rigid, and Maxwell’s hand tightened around his neck, but he kept his eyes on Michael.

"How?" He asked, and Mr. Newman was the one who spoke up. His lips were trembling.

"Y-Your eyes." He stuttered. Surprise crossed Maxwell’s face.

"His eyes?" He asked, and Michael nodded.

"While your family is known for producing top tier alphas, there is a level above the average alpha. Those are known as true alphas. Some say that they are more primitive in some ways, since their canines are usually twice as sharp as others, and slightly elongated. They also have some other...characteristics that I will discuss with Andy later, but another more obvious one would be that their eyes are slightly reflective, like a wild animal. They also tend to turn an amber shade when they feel intense emotions, but my guess would be since Andrew’s eyes are already brown, and it’s so fresh, it might not be fully locked in yet.

Another thing, which is why others consider them very powerful is that they are able to suppress other alpha’s with their own pheromones. It’s why they are usually found in prominent alpha families, or are adopted when found." Michael hesitated for a moment, before opening his mouth, but Andrew beat him to it.

"No. It has nothing to do with my father. I have no idea if I have a potential trigger for it, nor do I care to know." The coldness in his tone shut down any conversation about his father’s heritage further. "My mother was an omega, so I was expected to manifest at least as one or the other, but when I didn’t, my father dropped all contact. I don’t have anyone to ask about my mother’s side, so I’ll have to get back to you once I visit our family doctor about her files." Michael nodded. If there was one thing to remember about Andrew from his university days, it was that he was a very easy-going guy. If you ever needed help, ask Andy. However, do not ask about Andrew’s family.

Michael sighed, shaking his head.

"I wasn’t going to suggest such a thing. I was just going to say that there are several families around the world known for producing true alphas, with only a few living in the area." Maxwell’s hands tightened on Andrew’s neck, as Michael’s timer went off for the tests. "Alright, ready to know for 80% surety?" He asked the room, and everyone nodded.

As he revealed the strips, along with the key that told him what each other meant, Andrew watched Michael’s expressions the most. So he was the first to notice panic cross his face.

He got to his feet quickly, rushing to a bag he’d tucked to the side. His hands weren’t quite trembling, but he was clearly flustered. Something was wrong.

"Michael?" Andrew asked. Michael didn’t respond, and instead came at Andrew with a giant pill case. He glanced at Mr. Newman, serious, and began barking orders. Maxwell was too stunned at the sudden change to protest.

"Mr. Newman, grab another glass of orange juice. Quickly!" Mr. Newman raced off, coming back in less than a minute with another glass. Michael shoved several handfuls of pills at Andrew. "Take those, now!" He barked, and Andrew nodded, doing as he was told. Once Andrew had proven that he had swallowed everything, even showing Michael his mouth, Michael sat back, before giving a slightly apologetic smile to them.

"What was that about?" Andrew asked, his mouth feeling a little funny from drinking so much orange juice back to back. Michael’s expression didn’t relax, and Andrew could feel Maxwell tensing in his arms.

"Is it that bad?" Maxwell asked, and Michael exhaled slowly. It was clear he had a lot on his mind, but what became clear is that he settled on anger.

"I am furious about what I am going to find in your lab results. I imagine I will be cursing so much people might complain about me. I want the people who did this to you lined up and shot. You have quadruple the regular levels of alpha hormones in your blood. Do not get me started on your rut levels. I could strangle them. You are lucky you are sane, In fact, I don’t know how you are. A lesser man would have to be put under, Andrew. This is so beyond normal, I don’t even know how to handle it. We should be putting you under, but I’m worried that if I give you the wrong cocktail of medication you’ll never wake up again."

There was silence in the room as everyone processed that.

"What about...what you just gave him?" Maxwell asked, and Michael sighed.

"That was mostly vitamins and minerals that will naturally lower everything, plus a rut suppressant that should work for him. Most true alphas take it, even some regular alphas as well. I think that’s all I can do on that front, but I want to patch up the rest of him once his...excitement goes down. Then, we should get out of your hair. I’ll swing by tomorrow to ask some more questions, as well as bring some information on what will happen, and what I think will happen. Nothing is a given in this situation, but considering what Andrew already told me, I think the other things are bound to happen as well."

That statement confused everyone, but Michael didn’t clarify, even when Maxwell gave him a stern look. "Look, Mr. Beckett, that’s all I can say. I don’t want to send Andrew into a panic, and he’s already been through enough tonight. If you really want to force it, I can, but it is in my professional opinion that we should stop here tonight, especially after that blood sample." It was clear that Maxwell wasn’t happy with Michael, and Andrew worried that Maxwell was going to replace him. Andrew didn’t want that.

It wasn’t for any personal reason. It was because Michael was standing up for him against a man who clearly held more power in this situation. Even though Michael was a friend from university, they hadn’t spoken in almost a decade. Lots of things changed, but Andrew was glad to see that one trait hadn’t.

"Thank you for that, Michael. I appreciate you worrying about me. Is there anything I should worry about tonight?" He asked, and Michael glanced at Maxwell, before glancing at Andrew. The seriousness in his eyes made Andrew worry.

"Do not, under any circumstance, if you feel your consciousness fading, let yourself be near Mr. Beckett. If what you told me is true, you might have been unconsciously controlling others with your pheromones. You can do that with alphas, but also with omegas. I’ll need to find you a teacher to help you with that, or Mr. Beckett can, but trust me that if you feel like you are losing consciousness, and not like going to sleep, get out of there. No one wants to regret a marking." Andrew’s face lost all colour, and Michael knew the point was made.

"Dr. Smith, that was-"

"It’s for your safety as well, Mr. Beckett. I am not saying I don’t trust Andrew. I truly do, but if he’s unconscious like that, he isn’t in control. Andrew knows this. Do you know how he got here?" Maxwell’s expression shifted slightly, his eyebrows drawing together. Michael got to his feet, lifting the pill box up as he did so. "He followed your scent, Mr. Beckett. Probably from across town. Do you now understand how serious I am about this? I had a suspicion then that he might be a true alpha. The blood test confirmed it." It was clear Maxwell wanted to protest more, but Andrew gave him a light squeeze.

"Max, he’s right. I would never forgive myself if that happened." Andrew told him, and Maxwell hated how his face was pale, he looked like he was sweating, and he seemed afraid. He’d just worked so hard to chase the fear away, and now he was going to have to try again. He had hoped that maybe they could have picked up where they had left off, but maybe that had been chased away.

"Get your wounds tended to, and then we’ll talk." Maxwell muttered, before getting out of Andrew’s lap. Andrew knew that Maxwell was upset about something, but was too focused on his own fears regarding Maxwell to notice what it was. Michael approached with a different kit, this one the first one he’d had out when he arrived.

"I’m sorry Andy. I didn’t mean to upset either of you." Michael muttered quickly, while the two smaller men talked business far enough away that neither could hear each other’s conversation, but could still keep an eye on each other. Andrew laughed dryly.

"It’s okay Michael. I have a feeling Maxwell needed that fear shaken into him. He doesn’t...he doesn’t understand how scary true alphas can be." Michael’s hands paused for only a second before they continued moving, tending to Andrew’s wounds.

"Well, there are good and evil people in this world, Andrew. Not every true alpha is bad, like how every omega isn’t good." Andrew’s jaw hardened, aware of the point Michael was making, but refusing to hear it. "You are not going to be like whatever you’re fearing. Becoming an alpha isn’t going to change your whole life experience, and it isn’t going to change who you are inside.

There will be some...minor cosmetic changes, and maybe some not so minor cosmetic changes. If anything goes wrong, just message me. I’ll give you my number. Anything you ask, I promise will be confidential. I have no interest in money, or connections. I do this because I like to do it, which is why Mr. Beckett is so upset with me. He can’t push me around like he wants to." The laughter that bubbled out of Andrew felt strained, like he wasn’t expecting it.

"Oh, uh, you noticed that too?" Andrew asked, and Michael raised an eyebrow at Andrew.

"Do you...have you never heard of the Beckett family before?" He asked, and Andrew shook his head. Michael, who had only freaked out when he had worried that Andrew was going to collapse at any moment, stared in shock at this man.

"Andrew, you went to Harvard at the same time as me, yeah?" Andrew nodded. "Do you not remember who sponsored you? Who gave you your scholarship?" Andrew shook his head. Michael wanted to shake the man. "That was Mr. Beckett, Mr. Beckett’s father. They are such a wealthy family that I cannot quantify it in normal numbers for you." He could tell his words weren’t getting through to him.

"You have no idea who you’ve gotten yourself tangled up with, have you?" He asked, and Andrew gave him a wide, goofy smile.

"Well, Maxwell and I became neighbours, and the rest is history. It doesn’t matter, does it?"