(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 30: Property of Maxwell Beckett

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.

"Yeah, but he already made a joke about marking. He doesn’t understand how serious it is. M-Maybe I have to be the one who draws the line." Andrew’s shoulders shook, and Michael only seemed to grow more worried. He glared at the older man as the large, used to be beta sobbed.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Maxwell’s voice rang through the kitchen and Maxwell’s father froze, along with Michael. Maxwell already seemed pissed that the two men were in his house when he expected to find Andrew alone in the house. Andrew raised his gaze to Maxwell, and Maxwell’s demeanor changed further as he realised that Andrew was crying. "Why did you make Andrew cry?" He demanded and Andrew sniffed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, but that didn’t stop the tears.

"N-No, he was making a fair point. I’m a danger to you. I...I should leave." Maxwell’s jaw tightened and he crossed his arms. His father winced, aware he was in big trouble.

"No. You need somewhere safe to be, and my house is the perfect place." Andrew tried to compose himself, but a sob escaped him.

"I could hurt you. I’m physically stronger than you. What if I attacked you and hurt you?" Andrew protested and Maxwell covered his face with his hands, before sighing and glaring at the two men.

"What fucking bullshit did you spout to ruin all of my hard work?" He growled, and his father went white.

"I-I was just-"

"-Putting your nose in my business where it doesn’t belong. Again. After I explained the situation to you yesterday. Do you not trust me? Is that it?" His father was floundering in the face of Maxwell’s pure rage. Andrew was still crying.

"Don’t get mad at your Dad. He was just looking out for you." Maxwell’s expression relaxed slightly when he looked at Andrew, but it wasn’t enough to save his father.

"While I appreciate you standing up for him, don’t. Unless you want to be punished later." Andrew sobbed harder.

"So you really hate me?" Maxwell swore, before rushing over to the blubbering mess of a man. Maxwell’s father was clearly overwhelmed. It was the first time he’d seen an alpha, a true alpha, sob like this. Michael was also giving him the stink eye.

"Andrew, baby, no. I do not hate you. Did someone say that I did?" He forced Andrew to look at him, but Andrew darted his gaze away several times. Until Maxwell got frustrated and gripped his face in his hands, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"No one said that. I just...why would you punish me later?" Maxwell stared at the beautiful man sobbing into his hands in shock.

"Andrew, why would I punish you in public?" Andrew dropped his gaze, tears trickling down his face.

"Why wouldn’t you?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell made an exasperated noise.

"Well, don’t people in relationships save their fights for out of the public eye?" Andrew froze, his brown eyes going wide.

"We’re in a relationship?" Andrew sounded hopeful, and flinched when Maxwell frowned.

"Andrew, you’re living in my house." Andrew nodded.

"Because you feel sorry for me." Michael had to turn his back to them, so he could hide his expression and shaking shoulders.

"I leant you my brother’s clothes. You slept in my bed." Andrew nodded.

"And I slept in your bed before. When I was drunk and heartbroken." Andrew replied. Maxwell stared at him in shock.

"Andrew, we had sex together." Michael nearly choked, along with Maxwell’s father. Both men had wide eyes, while Maxwell had a serious expression on his face. Andrew nodded, his face flushing.

"I-I, honestly, was pretty sure that was a pity lay on your part. I was...I wasn’t doing okay, so I viewed it as more of a medical thing then as two consenting adults sleeping together." Maxwell’s grip tightened on Andrew’s face.

"So you slept with me thinking that it wasn’t going to lead to more? That it was a one time thing? That it meant nothing?" Andrew’s eyes went wide at Maxwell’s tone. Maxwell was pissed, but also...something was wrong. Andrew felt a bitter smile cross his face and he sniffed.

"Well you’re so pretty and beautiful Maxwell, how could I ever think I’d measure up to be someone worthy of you? I never even considered that you’d be interested in me romantically because I’m...I was just a beta. You deserve the best, and I just lost my job, I just had a crime committed against me. I’m not...." Andrew laughed, and it sounded like it hurt. "I’m not really someone to write home about. Your father clearly agrees with me." Maxwell shot a dirty, angry glare in his father’s direction before turning back to Andrew.

"None of that was your fault. You didn’t take those actions." Andrew laughed. It was harsh. Angry.

"Yeah, but clearly I’m not strong enough to protect you, or even provide you support if someone finds me to be that easy of a target. And-And you didn’t even kiss m-" Andrew’s words were cut off by Maxwell yanking him down, pressing their lips together. Andrew’s eyes widened, and his tears stopped as Maxwell deepened the kiss, tangling their tongues together and Andrew’s pulse thudded away.

Maxwell pulled back, a string of saliva forming between them.

"Does that answer your questions, Andrew? I’ve considered you mine for a while, but I don’t poach. The best thing that bitch could have done was leave you, because now, you aren’t getting rid of me. Whatever absurd reason or excuse or worry you have in that normally smart brain of yours, get it the fuck out. You belong to Maxwell Beckett. You will live in my house, and you will not be moving back to your apartment. Understood?" Andrew nodded.

"Y-Yes sir." Maxwell glared at him, his lips glistening from the kiss he’d forced onto Andrew. It was a serious distraction.

"Sir? That is not what you call your partner." Maxwell growled, clearly in a foul mood. Andrew felt himself growing hard, and had to swallow the words that wanted to tumble out of his mouth.

"W-What would you like?" Andrew asked softly, and Maxwell’s ears slowly turned pink, in that adorable way of his.

"Whatever you want, but not Sir. I’m not a drill sergeant. Honestly, if we go by that, I should be calling you sir." Andrew’s face went bright red, and Maxwell finally relaxed.

"Uh, well, Max? Maxy? Honey?" Andrew offered, watching Maxwell’s expression. None of them seemed to please him, and Andrew gulped. "A-Angel?" He suggested, and Maxwell’s ears went pink. Andrew relaxed. "Angel it is then."