I nod as I hear Christian turn the water off in the bathroom. I agree that we can trust the person the Council sent, but did they have to send someone who is so ridiculously attractive? I mean seriously, does the man have a flaw? On top of being confident, powerful, and an obviously excellent fighter, he has to be stunningly gorgeous as well?
When Christian sits back down, still wiping his hands dry, he looks at Shane. “I won’t let you fail and I won’t let you disappoint your father. That’s why I’m here. You were right to call the Council. I’m sure you’re a very strong Alpha, but you’re suffering in a mountain of grief and that’s a lot for anyone to take on, let alone a sixteen–year–old who thought he still had a couple of years before he had to take on the pressures of being an Alpha.”
“You heard me?” I ask him, shocked.
“I ranked top in the Sensory class at the Academy, but I also inherited my mother’s heightened sense of hearing and I’ve honed my father’s heightened sense of smell. I can also see better than most, but that’s my greatest sensory weakness,” he says, making me frown.
“You mean your weakest sensory strength, don’t you? Since you ranked top in the Sensory class,” I say, making him smile.
“I guess it depends on how you look at it,” he says.
“Well, you’re number one on the leaderboard. I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to look at it,” I say to him.
He holds my gaze long enough that I have to fight not to squirm. “Are you ready?”
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“For?” I ask him.
“To accept me as your Alpha.”
“Sure thing, Numero Uno.”
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I just say that. Even Shane is giving me a side–eye wondering what’s going on with me.
He raises his eyebrow. “I’m getting the feeling that me being number one on the leaderboard is a problem for you.”
“Nope, no problem,” I say. It wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t making me feel so flustered.
“Good,” he says, turning to Shane.
“Do you, Alpha Shane Ward, accept me as your Alpha?” he says, holding out his hand again.
“I do,” Shane says. Christian slices his hand without flinching and Shane licks his blood. I watch Shane jerk, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Next,” he says, turning to me and switching hands. I notice that the slice on this hand is already healed.
“Do you, Alpha Enya Ward, accept me as your Alpha?” he asks, watching me with those intense blue–grey eyes.
“I do,” I say. He slices his palm and I take his hand in mine, feeling the heat of his hand soaking into my mine. I’ve never considered a man’s hands to be muscular and sexy, but somehow, his are.
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