“So, more practice is needed with me staying quiet, I guess,” I say, smiling at him.
“I have some ideas about that. And, of course, there’s always Friday in ss.”
“Are you good, Seb?” Alpha James asks. I turn and see that he and Luna Sylvie are thest ones here.
“We’re good. I’ll lock up.”
I get off the table and Sebastian makes sure I’m steady before helping me down the dais. I go into the locker room while he turns off the lights in the main room. I suddenly remember us talking about this being one of Sebastian’s fantasies. We talked about living that fantasy out tonight.
I smile and drop my robe, waiting.
When the door opens, his eyes take me in and then I’m mmed against the wall. Sebastian’s mouth is on mine as he pushes hichorts off, and I pull his t–shirt over his head. Then he pulls one of my legs up and thrusts inside me, hard and fast.
“YES!” I scream, no longer needing to be quiet and honestly not caring who might hear us. This is exactly what I needed, Sebastian filling me in the way only he can.
I realize that Sebastian had more than just the fantasy of being in the locker room. He took me against the wall, bent over a sink while he watched us in the mirror, under the spray of the
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<b>shower</b><b>, </b><b>and </b><b>lying </b><b>on </b><b>the </b><b>bench </b><b>in </b><b>the </b><b>changing </b><b>room</b>. <b>We </b><b>made </b><b>use </b>of <b>every </b><b>space </b><b>in </b><b>the </b><b>locker </b><b>room</b>, <b>iming </b>it as <b>ours </b><b>as </b><b>he </b><b>once </b><b>again </b><b>made </b>mee so many times that I lost count.
<b>And </b>somewhere in the middle of that locker room, I realized that <b>I </b><b>have </b><b>totally </b>andpletely fallen in love with this man.
Christina
The realization that I’m in love with Sebastian hit me hard. I respect him, yes. Admire him, definitely. But I’m not supposed to fall in love. I know he said he has feelings for me, and he wanted to spend this semester working through those feelings. Obviously, that’s brought up the guilt with his mate and I know he’s still working through that as well.
I have no such guilt. For me, there is no one that I should love above all others. That man is long gone. I’m free to give my heart to anyone, well, except an instructor. We’re not supposed to fall in love with the young Alphas or the instructors. And if things don’t end well between us, how am I supposed to continue working side–by–side with him every semester, knowing what we’ve shared this semester? Knowing how I feel about him. Maybe it’s because I never found my mate, but I want more. Morean what James and Sylvie have. I want themitment, the mark on my neck, the pups that I can raise who will look like abination of me and their father. I want a life together. I want it all.
The problem is, even if Sebastian does feel the same way I do, he’s already lived this life. He’s run a pack and raised his son. I doubt he wants to start all over raising another family. So where does that leave me? In love with a man who can’t give me the life I’ve always wanted. And that’s if he feels the same way
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about me. He may <b>not</b>. He may decide <b>that </b>if he <b>can’t </b><b>have </b>what he had <b>with </b>his <b>mate</b><b>, </b>then <b>It’s </b><b>not </b><b>enough</b>.
I set <b>those </b><b>thoughts </b><b>aside</b>. I need to focus <b>on </b>the Academy<b>. </b>I’m <b>invested </b><b>now </b>and I don’t like to fall. For now, I’ll just have <b>to </b><b>enjoy </b><b>my </b>time with Sebastian and let things progress while <b>I </b><b>focus </b><b>on </b>my studies. He’s basically said he wants me to do that while he focuses on his own feelings about betraying his mate, <b>so </b>that’s what I’m going to do.
<b>On </b>Thursday in Communication ss, Alpha James calls me and Ezra to the front, Ezra as Alpha..
I sit, looking at Ezra and something in my stomach twists. I already know he’s going to be an outstanding Alpha and that means he’s about to get very real with me.
“How are you doing, Christina?” he asks me.
“Good. How are you?” I say, automatically trying to take control of the conversation.
Ezra chuckles, understanding exactly what I’m doing, but he’s no Logan.
“I’m good. Well, as good as I can be after hell week. I think we’re all still working through the things that broke us. Have you had time to consider what Alpha Sebastian said about you being in your brother’s shadow?”
His voice is soft, gentle in a way that is unexpected from Ezra. He’s being careful with me, and I don’t like it. It makes me feel vulnerable. I sit back and cross my arms over my chest.
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