One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Audrey & Edwin Audrey's POV

I had all but fled from that apartment, away from the sleeping Edwin, away from the smell of old books and ink-away from the place where I had just lost my virginity to my damn professor.

It couldn't be true, I thought to myself as I hurried out into the hallway, taking care not to wake him, and practically sprinted down the stairs. There was no way I had just slept with my professor. Surely it had been a coincidence and nothing more.

But even then, something in my stomach told me that it hadn't been a coincidence. And I couldn't take any risks.

...

Sliding into my seat at the cafe, I sipped at the foam on my coffee and tugged nervously at my sweater. I had knitted the sweater myself a cozy dark red wool with black buttons up the front-and normally it provided me with more comfort than any of my other garments ever did.

But not today. No, not when I had slept with my professor last night.

"You said you asked about canceling your student assistantship?" Tina, my closest friend, asked as she slid into the seat across from me. She glanced up at me from behind her red hair and pushed a stray curl out of the way. Her hair was always wild, but that was part of what I loved so much about her.

I nodded stiffly. "Yes. But my advisor warned me that it would cause me to be blacklisted. It would prevent me from taking on any campus work, even part-time."

Tina furrowed her brow as she looked at me. "I just don't understand why. You're both consenting adults, and it's not like either of you knew. I doubt it would get in the way of your teaching assistantship work, so long as you both act appropriately from now on." She paused then, sipping her coffee. "Who was the professor in question, anyway?"

I frowned and passed a hand over my face, steeling myself. I had told Tina about last night, seeing as how she was my best friend, but I hadn't told her who the professor was yet.

"Edwin Brooks," I finally whispered, keeping my voice low so as not to be overheard.

Tina's eyebrows shot up instantly. "You mean that hot new professor that everyone's been talking about?" she asked incredulously.

I clenched my jaw, indicating that she was correct. Tina's hand shot out and grabbed mine. "Audrey... You know we both have a class with him this semester, right? And that he's the owner of Brooks Designs?" All at once, I felt as if my stomach had dropped straight into the floor below me. I stiffened in my chair, my eyes widening into saucers.

Brooks Designs... It was the one luxury fashion brand that I had always dreamed of working for. It was part of the reason why I had worked so hard throughout high school, so much so that I had begun attending college at just sixteen years old.

but to also have a class with him and to have him be the owner of my most longed-for company? How could it get any worse? "Goddess," I groaned, leaning back in my chair. "Tina, you've gotta

her hand away and tapped at her phone screen for a few moments before thrusting

grabbed her phone and stared at a grainy picture of

probably in his 40s or even

seed of hope beginning to blossom in

admissions office the other day when he was getting

you're sure this

"Positive."

I hadn't realized I had been holding. An incredulous bark of laughter escaped my lips, and I shook my head with

her

I took a sip of coffee and noticed how it no longer tasted like ash.

Edwin's POV

the sheets. Instantly, a smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I recalled last night's... events. How strange, to run into such a sweet and beautiful girl at

shampoo still lingering in the air. She had moved so gracefully beneath

craving just a little more of her

out, it was met with nothing

my eyes and found that she

around the room, I saw that her clothes were all

All gone.

sat up fully then, looking around the room with confusion and maybe a hint of disappointment, and that was when

a little further to reveal the red splotch. Instantly,

sort. Her skills in bed had been a bit inexperienced, I supposed, but not so much that it seemed as though this had been her first time. Had I been too rough with her, perhaps? I thought I had been gentle,

I could make sure she was alright-just so I could make sure that I hadn't inadvertently hurt

that my wolf, too, was eager to

his voice echo in the

even though I never went for more than one night stands; my night with Audrey, the beautiful girl with long black hair, could have meant something. Maybe we had been brought together for different reasons. She didn't have silver