Orion's POV
The room they put me in was small and clinical. The doctor, Dr. Merritt by her nameplate, was a composed woman in her forties who had clearly handled more awkward situations than this one. She noted my Alpha status without a flicker, told me she'd give me fifteen minutes of privacy, and left.
She shut the door fast. Clearly she'd decided the best thing she could do was disappear.
I stood in the center of the room and thought about my life.
The tablet had a menu of videos. I scrolled through it, telling myself this was just another task to get through.
Nothing. Not a twitch. Not one image on that screen could get me hard. Not even close.
This was a problem.
I tried to be methodical about it. I was a grown man. Twenty-seven years of perfectly functional biology. This was a
