The Alpha Train Novel – Christina “Are you about ready to head out?” Dane, my older brother and Alpha asks me as I drop my last bag by the door. “Yep, you’re rid of me for three months, bro,” I say smiling at him. “Don’t say that, Chrissy. You and I both know that I would have found a position for you in the pack,” he says. My brother is perfect, a perfect Alpha, a perfect mate, a perfect father, and a perfect brother. Me? I’m less than perfect.
“You and I also both know that I didn’t want you supporting me my entire life, Dane.” Our parents passed away many years ago, and Dane, being the man, Alpha, and brother that he is, has made sure that I’ve never wanted for anything. The only problem is, I’m an Alpha as well. I want to make my own way, not feel like I’m being given a handout by my brother, the pack’s Alpha. “It’s not like that, Christina. I could use a good fighter like you. I hope you know there’s always a place for you in this pack if you ever decide to give up the Train.
But do me a favor this time?” “What’s that?” “Take some classes, Chrissy. You could kick those Alphas’ asses, and I know you’d enjoy that. You’re a strong Alpha female. You don’t give yourself enough credit.” I look at the necklace of dog tags around his neck, or wolf tags as he calls them. Where mine are silver, his are gold. A gold tag for every achievement he received during his time at the Alpha Academy. I have the ability to earn them as well, if I attend the classes and I’m either the best, or the first to achieve the goal.
The silver tags that I wear around my neck are for the assistants. We earn them for different reasons, but we can earn them each semester. I have a drawer full of duplicates, but I only wear one for each achievement. I’ve achieved all the possible silver tags. Each assistant also has their own color tag that they can hand out to the Alphas in class or even the instructors if we feel that they have done something deserving of recognition. While the gold tags are worth five points, our tags are worth one.
Earn enough points through your tags and you could earn a spot on the leaderboard at the Academy. My brother has been ranked number two on the leaderboard for the last four years. Before that, he was ranked number one. “Bye, Aunt Chrissy,” my nephew and the Alpha heir of this pack says, rushing out the front door of the packhouse. “Bye, Devin. Be good for your parents. Bye Harper,” I say to Dane’s mate as she walks out with Olivia, my brother’s daughter on her hip. “Bye, Christina.
It was good to see you,” she says. “Thanks bro. I’ll see you in a few months,” I say, stepping forward to hug my brother. I don’t know how he does it, but the man never misses anything. His mate adores him, he knows every little thing that happens in this pack, and when he talks to you, you feel like you’re the only person in the world, and everything you say is of the utmost importance to him, that YOU are of the utmost importance to him.
And I’m not just saying that because I’m his sister. He’s like that with everyone. As I said, he’s perfect. “You know, I think I might have done you a disservice by not allowing any of my friends to date you,” he says, looking at the ‘O’ tag around my neck. It’s the orgasm tag. Since I don’t sleep with the young Alphas at the Academy, I’ve never had a reason to give it out, and now, I sort of feel like I wear it as a badge of honor, or dishonor maybe.