Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 334

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I talked to Eleanor about my problem, and she suggested a sex therapist. The office of a sex therapist is the last place I’d ever been in and yet that's where I'm headed. This just goes to show there's nothing I won’t do for Aeliana. Up until doctor Holland suggested therapy might help her, I didn't believe in it, but I was helpless, and thankfully it helped her in all the ways I didn’t.

So I’m hopeful that this session I booked for us today will help as much, I have tried everything to rid myself of the fear of hurting her, but I can’t seem to overcome it. I even had a one-on-one session with Doctor Eleanor, and she still insisted that I see the sex therapist then go back to her.

“Aeliana!” I call for her, searching every room downstairs. She wasn't in Noah’s room, and she doesn’t have anywhere else to be until later this evening when I take her to dinner. “Ellie?”

Nothing.

No sign of her. I’m about to go upstairs when she appears from the kitchen. “Missed me?” She smiles, shaking the popsicle in her hand. “Yes, but I need to talk to you.”

“Can it wait?” She frowns, “I’m kind of in the middle of something here.” She smiles, her smile devious.

I nod, motioning to the sofa, but she chooses the staircase instead. She goes up three steps then sits, licking her popsicle slowly. She doesn’t lick or suck on it, she bites and then chews. “Aw, it's melting..” she pouts, sucking the whole thing into her mouth and slurping on it. “What did you want to say?” She innocently blinks.

“Can you stop?” I frown. “I’m trying to—”

“Talk? I noticed you haven’t said a word about whatever it is that you want to say.” She trails off, once again eating—no, devouring the mould of raspberry ice. She’s torturing me, or maybe I’m so depraved that everything she does feels sensual to me.

When she gags on it, I snatch it from her and fling it across the room. “That’s very distracting.”

“Hey!” She tries to frown, but I don't miss the tiny smile that she fights, confirming she was in fact torturing me on purpose.

“I’m tired of not having you in my bed,” I tell her.

She nods, “Okay, so what are you going to do about it?” Her head tilts, “Because for some reasons unknown to me, I’ll keep trying, and you’ll keep failing.”

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