The Alpha Train (Christina and Sebastian) novel Chapter 389

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“I shouldn’t have a say in your class schedule, Enya. Don’t you understand? You’re not mine! You’re not anyone’s until you turn eighteen. I have no right to tell you that I don’t want you to take the sex class. None at all. And yet, the thought of some other man putting his hands on you makes me feel so out of control, so furious, that I want to hit something. I want to hit him! The mystery man who hasn’t touched you, but I know will be touching you in a couple of weeks. It’s making me INSANE Enya! You want to know if it bothers me? Yeah, it fucking bothers me. But I have no right to ask you to not take those classes. This is your time, your time to shine. It’s your time to grow and become the Alpha female you were meant to be. Am I a better man because I took the sex class? No. But I am a better lover and that gives me confidence knowing that when I do meet my mate, I’ll be the best damn lover she’s ever had.”

The thought of Christian with another woman makes me want to scratch the eyes out of the unknown woman. I still struggle with Talia and her perfect self, knowing that she was with Christian.

I step toward him. “I don’t want to stop sleeping with you, Christian.”

I stop myself before I tell him I love him. I do. I feel it. My wolf feels it. But I know if I say it right now, that will be the end of it. He’ll force us apart until I’m eighteen.

“It’s two more weeks, Christian. Two more weeks. I want to be with you. I like the way you make me feel. I like sleeping in your arms. I like waking up with the heat of your body against mine. My bed’s too cold, Christian. It’s so much colder now than it used to be. Please don’t push me away. We only have two more weeks. Can’t you just give me two more weeks? Then we’ll have no choice but to separate for six months. And then, I’ll be so close to my birthday that we’ll know,” I say softly.

His head drops and I bite my lip, hoping, hoping that he’ll give in.

“Dammit, Enya. You are going to be the death of me,” he says.

I take a step toward him.

“Hopefully, it will be a beautiful death, and you’ll rise like a phoenix from the ashes,” I say, tentatively reaching out to run my hand over his arm.

“Either that or I’ll burn alive. But right now, I just don’t care,” he says, pulling me to him, claiming my mouth with this, then reminding me why there will never be any man in my life who

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can compare to Christian.

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