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.

Her eyes widen, “What? I do not space out.”

“You’ve done it before,” I softly tell her. “It’s like you disassociate from reality, and I don’t want to do that to you.”

“Alpha Kingston, I understand your worries, but have you tried putting yourself in her shoes?” Doctor Miller finally weighs in. “And vice versa.”

We both stare blankly at each other.

I have tried to put myself in her shoes and all it does is infuriate me when I see how badly it’s affecting her self-esteem too. She’s even changed the way she dresses, she tries too hard now, but she could walk around in a t-shirt, and I would still be enthralled.

“Here’s an exercise, you should try.” He clears his throat. “Why don’t you tell each other honestly how it makes you feel that you can’t get active in the bedroom anymore. “Luna, go first.”

“I just don’t want him treating me like glass anymore,” she huffs, arms crossed over her chest. “I understand how he feels, but what about me? The constant rejection is driving me insane, I know he loves me but…”

“Love isn't enough?” Doctor Miller asks.

“It is,” she nods. “It’ll always be more than enough. What I don’t want is him treating me like a victim.”

“But you are,” I mindlessly counter.

“A survivor,” she corrects me, and I instantly see where I’ve gone utterly wrong. “That’s what doctor Eleanor and I decided on, but am I truly one if you get stuck in the past? I don’t want to—”

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I was caught up in making sure you never feel that hurt again or remember it that I forgot it’s not up to me.”