“Do I need to know all of that?” Shane asks.
Christian turns that gaze to Shane who blinks, obviously as unused to such an intense gaze as I am.
“A good Alpha can run a pack. A great Alpha needs to know how to run every part of that pack so they know if and when there’s a problem before it becomes a bigger problem. You don’t know how long it will be before you meet your mate. You can’t assume that someone else will tell you what you need to know. It’s your job as the Alpha to always have your thumb on the pulse of this pack. All aspects of the pack. I realize this may be different than what your father taught you or how he ran the pack, but this is how I believe a great pack should run. And when I turn this pack back over to you in two years, I intend to hand you a great pack.”
Shane nods. “Okay.”
“I’d like to be involved as well, if that’s okay,” Braden says.
“Even better,” Christian says turning back to me. “So, can we get a tour of kitchens tomorrow after breakfast.”
“Sure thing,” I say.
Christian grins at me.
“What?” I ask, wondering if I have something on my face.
“Should I call you Numero Uno of the kitchen?” he teases.
I open my mouth, but no words come out as my cheeks heat with
0.00%
O
embarrassment.
Shane chuckles. It’s not his old laugh, but it’s more than I’ve heard from him in weeks.
“He’s not going to let you live that one down, sis,” he says, a soft smile on his face.
When I look back at Christian, he winks at me. I’m pretty sure my cheeks could light a match they feel so hot.
The rest of the afternoon goes by quickly and at dinner, Christian stands with Shane and announces the new patrol schedule.
“Are you kidding, Alpha? This schedule starts tonight!” one of the warriors grumbles.
“Yes, it does. What’s your name?”
“Gabriel, Alpha, but everyone calls me Gabe.”
Verify captcha to read the content
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Alpha Train (Christina and Sebastian)