The Alpha Train (Christina and Sebastian) novel Chapter 324

Chapter 124

“You said you wanted me. You said there’s a possibility that we’re mates.‘

“Which means that there is a possibility that we AREN’T mates as well.”

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I slide my foot over his. “I want to know what it feels like to be with a man, Christian. Someone who was number one on the leaderboard, someone would knows how to make my first time special,” I say.

He closes his eyes, pressing his lips together tightly.

“Tell me why you’re still not sure about the Academy,” he says, changing the subject.

I sigh, then I get an idea.

“If I tell you, if I’m honest with you, will you kiss me again?”

He stares at me a moment. “You’re blackmailing me with kisses for information?”

“Blackmail is an ugly word. I would say that I’m finding mutually beneficial options for us to both get what we want.”

“Options?”

I shrug. “You can say no.”

“Fine. It’s a deal. But we talk first. Why aren’t you sure about the Academy?”

I didn’t think he’d agree, so I’m not truly prepared to discuss it. But I want that kiss and I did

tell him I’d be honest.

“I’m terrified I’ll fail,” I whisper. I look up and see him watching me intently.

“Why would you fail?” he asks, just as softly.

“You and Sebastiana were raised to go to that Academy. You’ve known all your lives that you were going. You’ve had any number of family members and family friends who excelled at the Academy training you probably since you could stand. I’m seventeen, Christian, and I never once considered going to the Academy. It was never an option for me before now. How

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can I possibly prepare to attend an Academy that will have other Alphas who have been training to go there for most of their life?”

“First, I think that’s a very valid fear,” he says, moving out of his chair and coming to sit beside me on the loveseat. He lifts my feet, then puts them in his lap. I’m not sure if it’s intentional, but he begins rubbing my feet with his strong hands.

I whimper involuntarily at how good it feels.

“Sorry,” I whisper as he chuckles.

“Are your feet sore?”

I nod and he puts his drink down and begins massaging my feet for real.

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