Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

300 The Unusually Quiet Nights

Ronan came back that night with a grim expression. He tackled Lucien into bed and rubbed their bodies together in a heavy make-out session, but then he did not proceed with sex.

Lucien was concerned, but he did not want to push Ronan.

While Lucien was also a man at his prime age with a healthy sexual appetite, he knew that he could maintain a relationship with moderate physical intimacy. Once or twice a week would be perfect for him.

Unlike Ronan, who wanted to ravish him every night if possible, and often more than twice a night.

For Ronan’s sake, Lucien hoped that he got over it soon.

It’s not like his parents never had sex before. Otherwise, how did his mother conceive him? Ronan just needed to get over it.

The next morning, Ronan went to work as usual and came home as usual, but again he was not in the mood for intimacies.

Their bed had never been so quiet at night.

On the third night, Lucien decided to seduce Ronan. He came up to him in a thin silky bathrobe, with nothing underneath. The thin fabric slid down his shoulders when he straddled Ronan, showcasing his porcelain skin and the twin tantalizing red buds on his chest.

.....

Ronan grabbed Lucien by his waist and proceeded to suck and bite on the latter’s nipples. When Lucien was getting warmed up for more, the wind died down all of a sudden.

Ronan froze up and was unable to continue.

Red with embarrassment, he murmured his apology and went to sleep right away.

Lucien could not take it anymore. After Ronan left for work the next morning, the Luna went to talk to a senior healer in the pack. The visit could not be more awkward and the conversation was even more embarrassing.

“Let me understand this correctly, Luna...” the healer put his fingers together in front of his chest and stared at Lucien.

“You happened to witness one or several distressing exchanges, and from then on, you, ahem, can never maintain your erection anymore. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” Lucien tried his best to lie as convincingly as he could. Ronan was the one with the medical condition, but Lucien couldn’t go around and spread the news, right?

The healer hummed and nodded a few times.

“I see. If the reason is purely psychological, then the Luna has come to the right place. We can start by talking about it.”

“...”

What? Talk about it?

“So, can you tell me further about this... appalling incident that you happened to gain knowledge of?”

The healer gave Lucien an encouraging gaze.

“No need to rush. Take your time to put your thoughts into words. We have all the time in the world.”

Lucien swallowed hard.

What was he supposed to say? That his married parents were still having sex and he found out about it? It sounded stupid no matter how he expressed the thought.

Should he talk about Dane Silverback and Lady Fangblade? No, he could not. The topic was off-limits.

So what kind of “psychological root cause” tale was he supposed to spin out for the healer to hear?

Seeing Lucien sit there with horror burdening his mind, even the healer felt sorry for him. The Luna had gone through a lot recently, he thought. He had yet to heal, so naturally, that explained his lacking performance in bed.

“If you do not feel comfortable talking about it, you do not have to. We can do some breathing exercises for a start.”

That was an excellent idea.

“Great, how does it work?” Lucien quickly jumped to the second-best solution.

The healer thus taught Lucien how to do a few breathing and relaxation exercises.

“The most important thing to do is to calm your mind,” the healer reminded him. “Additionally, let me prescribe you some natural remedies to help with achieving an erection.”

Whatever it was, Lucien was going to give it to Ronan.

Not before having a heart-to-heart talk with his mate, no matter how uncomfortable it would be.

Alice Clearwater had one rule in the Clearwater household that she adhered to religiously. Difficult conversations must be done in accompaniment of food.

And that was how Lucien ended up slaving around in the kitchen all afternoon to deck the dining table with dishes that his mother would usually make.

He even specifically called and asked his mother for suggestions.

Lucien was done with his cooking spree just in time for dinner.

In the middle of the dining table stood a huge bowl of mushroom and potato creme soup that sent wisps of steam into the air. It was surrounded by a plate of stir-fried chicken filet and broccoli in oyster sauce, a basket of garlic butter bread slices, a plate of watermelon and pineapple slices, and beef lasagna with four kinds of cheese.

These were home-cooked dishes, the kind of food that Lucien was usually too lazy to make.

He tasted each of them, making sure that they were not too salty or anything.

Ronan should be able to eat them.

No, he should like them.

Otherwise, how did Lucien get him to open up?

He snapped his finger once he recalled what he forgot.

Wine.

Lucien went down to the pack’s wine storage to grab two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon from the year 2001, which a wine connoisseur once recommended to him.

When Lucien got back, Ronan had yet to return.

The man waited and waited, but Ronan did not come back at all. He checked his phone, and there was a message from Ronan.

“Baby, I can’t make it home tonight. You will hear from me tomorrow afternoon.”

Dejected, Lucien ate dinner alone and packed the rest of the food into the refrigerator.

Maybe he went too far the previous night. He had wounded Ronan’s self-esteem by ripping his wound open right in front of his eyes.

Nevertheless, they had to talk. Otherwise, how were they supposed to get through it?

When morning came, Lucien opened his door for Milroy, who handed him a package from “West Coast Center For Reproductive Medicine And Fertility”.