The Alpha Train (Christina and Sebastian) novel Chapter 91

He has ruined me! What kind of woman has an orgasm, albeit not the best I’ve had recently, but still, Sebastian made me come on the table in class last night and I walked away feeling like I wanted more? My body, which is still heal- ing, felt disappointed that I was only getting one mediocre orgasm. What the hell is wrong with me?

Sebastian Webb, that’s what’s wrong with me.

I swear my traitor of a pussy was practically weeping for me to go knock on his door and ask for more. And what’s worse? The orgasm I gave myself wasn’t nearly as good as his! What the hell? I’ve been responsible for my own or- gasms for over a decade and now, one Alpha has unlocked the key to the best fucking orgasms of my life, and I can’t compete? Something is very wrong here. Because I don’t have a better excuse, I’m chalking it up to being injured.

I huff as I get out of bed, feeling the stiffness in my hip immediately. Shit, no running today. I get dressed then strip my sheets and blankets off the bed, putting them in a laundry bag. Then, I grab my laundry basket and begin limping my way downstairs. I’ve just gotten my clothes sorted and started along with my sheets and blankets when Tyler and Ezra walk in with their laundry baskets.

“Oh thank the goddess we didn’t miss you,” Tyler says, setting his laundry basket on a washing machine.

“I second that,” Ezra says. Both men look like they rushed down here. Tyler looks like he ran his fingers through his hair to try and tame it quickly and Ezra is wearing a ball cap.

“Okay, what do you two know about laundry?” I ask them

They stare at me, look at each other, then look back.

“Nothing,” they say in unison.

“Okay, we’ll start with basics. These are washing machines. These are dryers,” I say, pointing as I go. “Normally, your omegas would separate your whites from your colors so they can bleach your whites. But, if you don’t want to use bleach and you don’t have anything that will bleed color, you can wash all your clothes together.”

“That sounds good,” Ezra says, picking a washing machine and dumping all of his clothes into it.

“Which is better?” Tyler asks.

“It’s a matter of preference, I’d say, or how dirty your whites are.”

Tyler looks thoughtful for a moment then begins separating his clothes. “I’ll try it the omega–way at least once so I know what they have to do.”

“Aw, shit. That’s a good idea,” Ezra says, looking into his washing machine.

“If you’re going to do it, now’s the time,” I tell him.

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