(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 29: Baking your problems away

Chapter 29: Baking your problems away

An awkward silence filled the kitchen. Andrew had a feeling he knew why.

It was clear that Michael hadn’t expected anyone else to be here, and it was obvious the Mr. Beckett thought he had more time to grill Andrew alone. So the two were at an impass. And it didn’t appear as if either one of them wanted to back down.

So while they were having a standoff, Andrew kept baking. By the time either one of them spoke up, Andrew had finished another batch of cookies and was getting started on the scones.

"Andy, we need to go over your results." Michael said, throwing looks in Mr. Beckett’s direction. It was clear he was uncomfortable talking about it with him around, but Andrew knew better. Whatever Michael told him would eventually get back to him, so this was just a fast track in his mind.so what if he was here? What more could he do to hurt him? He was already kicked out of his industry, and he’d been changed against his will. He could try to hurt him more, but at this point, Andrew wasn’t sure what else he could do.

"Okay." Michael gave him a look, and Andrew shrugged.

"Are you sure?" He asked, really making sure that Andrew knew that Maxwell’s Father was still in the room. Andrew rolled his eyes.

"Let’s not be kids about this, Michael. The reality is that Mr. Beckett is going to hear about this sooner rather than later. What’s the problem if he hears it a little bit sooner?" Andrew felt a small smile on his lips as he kneaded the dough for the scones. "So, what’s the situation, Dr. Smith?" He asked, turning a blinding smile in his direction.

Michael stared at the man who’d had his life turned upside down in the last week, before he sighed, shaking his head. He gave Andrew an exasperated look, before he opened his bag and pulled out the papers.

Walking over to Andrew, he showed him the results. Andrew, having some understanding, appreciated that Michael was being so considerate.

The numbers meant nothing to him though, since he had never had to pay attention to the concerns of alphas and omegas before now. So, with a nod, he looked up at Michael, who had a small smirk on his lips.

"What do you see?" He asked Andrew, who shrugged, and Michael laughed. "The levels here, here and here are abnormal, but that’s to be expected. Nothing you went through is normal. That being said, these results do confirm you as an alpha, and these results over here confirm you as a true alpha. There are more tests we can do, but I’m very confident in that, given that your eyes are slightly reflective even now." Andrew nodded, focusing on rolling out the dough before he began cutting it into triangles.

"So, I have some abnormal results?" Andrew asked, ignoring everything else Michael said.

"Yes, you do. Two of your levels are 3 times the normal amount in a regular alpha, and two times the normal amount in a true alpha. The last one? Off the charts. I’ve never seen these results in anyone before. Not even in fake clinicals. Whoever did this was a goddamn shame to the medical community. I’d love to meet them, just to have a few ’words’ with them." Michael said, cracking his knuckles. Andrew chuckled, glancing up at Maxwell’s Father to gauge his reaction.

He was stoic, stone faced. He kept his silence, even as Michael tried to kick him out of the room. Andrew appreciated it.

"Michael, we can’t go beating up women just because they commit war crimes. We have to let the law do that." Michael tsked. "Besides, one of them would like it." Andrew told him, and Michael froze.

"You said it was your ex-girlfriend."

"Yes, and I didn’t want to worry Maxwell to death if he found out that there was more than one insane scientist out there, especially when she was the one who gave me most of these." Andrew paused, and raised his arms, showing off the puncture holes. "She liked to make them hurt. She also convinced Tracey that I had done something heinous enough to be punished, and did so with relish." Andrew smiled, turning back to his scones. "Her name was Heather, and that’s all I remember. No last name." Michael stared as Andrew continued to work away while Maxwell’s Father stared at him.

"Andrew-" Michael started, and Andrew cut him off.

"What was I supposed to do? I could already tell that Maxwell was ready to kill someone, and that was my ex, so how could I tell him that there were two people involved? I already feel like a burden to him, I don’t want to cause more stress." Michael stared at the man, before he sighed and shook his head.

"What if it hinders his ability to find who did this to you? Like, knowing Mr. Beckett, he probably has everyone working on this, and my suspicion is he knows everything about your ex now, including her family dog’s name, but." Michael glared at Andrew, which took him by surprise. "You don’t know if she was working alone. I’d say she wasn’t, given some of the drugs I found in your system. They aren’t...you can’t synthesize them, even if she was smart. You have to source them from normal labs, with credentials. They wouldn’t sell it under the table to anyone." Andrew tried not to think about the implications of his statement.

"Okay, but it’s not like I planned to keep it from everyone. Just Maxwell."

"Why?" Mr. Beckett spoke up for the first time, halting what was about to become an argument between Michael and Andrew. Both younger men turned to look at the older man.

"Why what?" Andrew asked, unsure what he was asking. Mr. Beckett shifted in his seat, crossing his legs.

"Why do you feel the need to lighten Maxwell’s burden? He willingly chose it, and I think it’s insulting to him to try and protect him. Because you aren’t, if you are keeping him in the dark." Andrew froze. "Maxwell is a very smart man. He’ll know soon that you’re keeping something from him, and I’m fairly certain you won’t like the consequences of that." Andrew could feel his heart racing in his chest at just the thought of the repercussions. All he wanted to do was protect Maxwell. He just wanted him to not have to worry about every little thing that had happened to Andrew. Was that so wrong?

"I just...I know he cares about me a great deal, and I know he feels...maybe guilt about this whole situation, so I just-"

"Why would he feel guilt?" Mr. Beckett cut off Andrew, who stared at him, surprised. Up until this point he’d been very respectful. Even when upset with him. This was surprising. Andrew shifted on his feet.

"Well, Maxwell originally wanted to drive me to my meeting with Tracey so that we could get out of there quickly. I turned him down, so he insisted on having me share my location with him. I did that, but left my phone on the table in the cafe when I was kidnapped. I also think the fact that I escaped instead of him finding me could play into that as well."

"And why is that?" He asked again, and Andrew frowned.

"Well, Maxwell and I have gotten quite close in the last 8 months he’s been living here. We hung out, I pretended to be an alpha to scare the creepy ones away. I also played bodyguard for him as well. We’d have a couple drinks, I taught Maxwell some card games. You know, just...friend stuff." The word felt awkward coming out of Andrew’s mouth, and he found his lips catching on it.

Was that...what they were?

He had no idea.

It was clear from the other two men’s expressions, they weren’t sure either.

"Is that what friends do? And don’t lie to me, I can smell Maxwell all over you. What are you two really?" Andrew wasn’t sure how to answer the straightforward question. He glanced at Michael, but it was clear that he was interested in the answer too, and thus no help.

"Uh, well...I’m not sure. We haven’t really...talked...about it." Andrew muttered, glancing down at the scones he’d already cut.

"So you don’t know?" Mr. Beckett asked, and Andrew winced.

"I don’t."

"So are you leading my son on then?" Andrew clenched his hand on the edge of the counter.

"I am not leading your son on." Andrew insisted, but Mr. Beckett snorted.

"How are you so sure? My son is a delicate man with delicate emotions and I feel you are taking advantage of him." Andrew stared at the alpha that was Maxwell’s father, and tried not to laugh.

"Mr. Beckett, I completely agree with you. Maxwell is a delicate man and he does have delicate emotions, but he wears a very thick skin to keep anyone he doesn’t want in, out. I do not want to hurt him, that has never, ever been my intention, which is why I wanted to hide Heather from him." Mr. Beckett narrowed his eyes at Andrew.

"That doesn’t answer the question, Andrew. Are you leading my son on?"

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