Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

307 The Alpha Was Extremely Helpful

Lucien did not know which was worse: telling his father that he needed a room to “collect” his sperm or having his father lead him to a small chamber in front of so many blushing staff members.

“Um, Mr. Clearwater?”

A red-faced Lucien turned to look at a shy lady behind him. She was blushing profusely when she handed him a basket that was covered by a red-and-white checkered handkerchief. It looked a lot like a picnic basket.

“...”

Desperate to escape the curious eyes, Lucien did not bother to ask why he was given a basket full of snacks. He took it from the lady’s hands, mumbled a hoarse thanks, and shut the door behind him.

Good Goddess.

Lucien slid down the door into a squatting position.

That was embarrassing.

This must be the lowest point of his life.

.....

At this moment, Lucien started to regret his poor choices.

Maybe he should learn to contain his rage.

Maybe he should have done it at home before he jumped into the plane to West Coast City.

Maybe then he could just go back home with Ronan and forget about everything.

Aaaaarghhhhh!!!

Lucien rubbed at his face. He slowly walked into the room.

It was dimly lit by a few wall- and desk lamps. There was only a small bed and a small round table next to it.

Lucien put the picnic basket on top of the table and went to sit at the edge of the bed.

Well, look at that.

Embarrassment did make one hungry. The picnic basket was there at the right place and right time. Lucien took off the checkered handkerchief. Instead of maybe some sandwiches or filled buns, he ended up staring at a bunch of brand-new toys.

Not the kind of toys that children played with.

These were sex toys.

“...”

“...”

Lucien used every ounce of self-restraint in his body to not pelt the wall with every each of the shameless items.

No, he was supposed to use them, right?

Otherwise, how was he supposed to procure a semen sample?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“...”

Good Lord, who could that be?

Lucien opened the door and came face-to-face with Milroy. The young man was literally crimson in the face.

He had with him the sample collection package.

“Lu-Lu-Lu-Luna, th-this is...”

Lucien decided to spare both of them the degrading conversation. He took the package from Milroy’s hands and gave him a forced smile.

“Thanks, Milroy.”

Back inside the room, Lucien screamed in his head.

The package was placed next to the sex toy basket.

The man in question walked in circles, panicked. In his hand was the big egg that he was supposed to peel and wear like an eerie hat over his manhood.

No, this was too weird, wasn’t it?

He couldn’t do it.

Couldn’t he just masturbate into a plastic cup?

And how did it happen, again?

“Aaarghhh,” Lucien growled.

He had gotten used to sleeping with Ronan that he forgot how to “take care” of himself.

So he had to touch himself, right?

He had to use one of these toys to...

“...”

“...”

Lucien inspected the toys inside the basket.

There was a butt plug with a wolf tail, a realistic replica of a penis, a selection of lubricants, and many other stuff which functions remained a mystery for Lucien no matter how long he stared at them.

The red-blonde man sighed and tilted his head backward.

He couldn’t believe it.

Well.

It was only this one time.

Best to get on with it. Embarrassment was not going to help him finish the task at hand.

Lucien unzipped his pants and slowly scraped them off his slender legs. His underpants too came undone.

He didn’t know why, but he ended up folding them neatly to the side.

Maybe because he needed to do something to calm his mind and overcome the discomfort in his heart.

He spread the selection of lubricants on a small table and took a look at every single one.

Hmm.

Mint.

Lavender.

Fruit-flavored ones, such as strawberry, orange, grape...

Lucien buried his face into his arms.

Good Goddess.

He would never again in life be able to eat strawberries, oranges, or grapes without thinking back to this moment.

Lucien closed his eyes and picked one flavor that he could live without for the rest of his life. Butter and rum. That’s the one.

And now for the penis...

“...”

“...”

Lucien’s face felt so hot, not unlike an erupting volcano.

None of them were as long or as thick as Ronan’s shaft. That was not necessarily a bad thing. It would just feel a little unusual and foreign.

Another series of knocking at the door almost made Lucien’s heart jump out of his ribcage.

This time the person behind the door did not bother waiting until Lucien opened the door.

Ronan walked in with a mischievous grin across his handsome face.

“What are you doing here?” Lucien asked, dumbfounded.

“I thought that maybe you can use some help,” the Alpha said graciously.

Lucien stared at him.

“I can do this myself.”

Ronan went behind Lucien and put his hands on Lucien’s naked waist.

“Mhm, I have no doubt about that,” he kissed the side of Lucien’s neck lovingly.

“On the other side, I thought that this might be a good chance to check my... performance down there, as you so elegantly put it.”

.....

A shiver ran down Lucien’s spine.

“Ronan, don’t mess around,” he snapped. “This is a clinic, not a brothel house. I don’t think that the room is soundproofed!”

The Alpha chuckled at his mate.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it is.”

He took a leather band from inside the basket, ripped the plastic cover off, and grabbed both of Lucien’s wrists.

After putting Lucien’s wrists together, Ronan smoothly tied them with the leather band.

“Ronan!” Lucien hissed. “What the hell are you trying to do?”

Ronan leaned closer to Lucien and breathed into the latter’s ear.

“I am trying to make a baby with my Luna,” he whispered, his magnetic voice causing Lucien’s heart to flutter.