Dorian POV
Since the day I was instructed to get her pregnant within five months, a part of me hadn’t fully been at rest. The order hung over my head like a damn execution date.
First, there was the obvious part. The thought of lying next to her disgusted me, not to mention actually having to bury my c**k inside her.
But even if s*x wasn’t the method we used, there were… other ways. Artificial insemination, for example. Except the council — and more importantly Ragnar — would never accept it.
To them it was never just about the heir, but the act itself. The ritual. The performance to prove the Alpha line was still strong and virile and all that ancient garbage. In this modern time it was the stupidest thing I had ever heard, but since Ragnar didn’t have a choice during his time, I wasn
