Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 335

An hour later, we sit in the office of a certain doctor Miller, a man known for his work. His office is…unique to say. There are paintings on the wall, some normal, some sexually suggestive and the rest just plain sex, different positions, different species. There’s a lot going on in here, it’s overwhelming.

“Curious?” I ask Aeliana, watching her stare at a certain piece too long. A woman in her human form is pinned to the ground by a man in our natural form.

She shrugs, “A little.” She admits, her head tilting to study the piece a little more intently.

“If you want Remus to fuck you, I can make that happen.” I tell her, “It’ll be a little difficult to rein him in that form, but I can start practising.”

She rolls her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. “Oh please, two seconds in here and you feel confident enough?” She smirks, “Must be a good therapist.”

“I don’t like how you’re making fun of my problem, Aeli. I…you know it’s killing me.”

She shrugs, “Maybe. But what I’m certain about is that I came here upon your request.”

“Thank you,” I pull her into me, kissing her cheek. “I’ll fix this, you’ll see.”

“Welcome.”

That voice comes from behind, Aeliana yelps like we’ve been caught doing something that we shouldn’t be doing at all. “Hi,” she waves at the middle-aged man in a white coat and armani suit underneath?

“My name is Doctor Miller, and I’ll be your therapist today.”

“Excellent,” Aeliana nods.

I nod, “Great.”

He nods as well, “Have a seat,” he says motioning to the seat opposite his as he peels off his labcoat.

I lead Aeliana to our seat, and she sits towards the edge, putting her phone between us. Great, she’s showing the therapist our invisible conflict. I know. I’ve done a little behavioural science research of my own during my time at the academy, but my focus was on things useful when faced with an enemy, for example, body language, and Aeliana is not communicating any distress at the moment.

“Okay, what brings you here today?” Doctor Miller asks, his eyes shifting between us.

“Sex” I frown. “Are we in the wrong room?”

“Of course not,” he clears his throat, shuffling, uncomfortably in his seat. “I’m a sex therapist, but would like to know what the issue is.”

“We’re not having sex.”

He nods, “How long has this been?”

“An eternity,” Aeliana snickers.

“Roughly two weeks,” I say.

Aeliana leans back, her legs crossing. “We used to have sex every day before this.”

“Ah, I see. What changed?”

“Him,” she says, pointing a very accusing finger at me.

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