One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Audrey

As Tina and I stepped out of the cafe and into the chilly morning air, I felt a bit bolstered by our conversation and ready for my first teaching assistant class of the day. So I hadn't lost my virginity to my professor, after all. What a relief!

"By the way," Tina said, stopping on the sidewalk to look at me, "now that you know it wasn't him... You should consider signing up for the fashion show."

I shot my friend a curious look. "Fashion show?" I asked.

"You haven't heard?" she asked, to which I shook my head. "There's going to be a campus fashion competition. The top three winners will receive handsome rewards-with first place receiving an internship at Brooks."

My eyes widened of their own accord. "Seriously? You think I should...?"

"Absolutely!" Tina exclaimed. "Signups are today. You should get your name on the list first."

With my heart already thundering in my chest, I began taking steps backwards, clutching the strap of my satchel with one hand. To intern at Brooks Designs, potentially securing my dream job... Well, it would have fulfilled my lifelong dream.

I could still picture it now: my first fashion magazine subscription had featured a center spread on Brooks Designs.

Ten-year-old me had fallen in love with their unique and over-the-top pieces immediately, absolutely enamored with their signature look. I always loved the dichotomy of soft femininity with something harsher, delicate lace with dark plaid and silver hardware. Brooks had perfectly balanced this look, and I had taken a lot of inspiration from their designs over the years.

And now I had a chance to work for them.

By the time I stepped up to the signup sheet in the lobby of the central hall, there were already a few names on the list. Oh well, I thought to myself as I quickly scrawled my name across the paper. It didn't really matter where or when I signed up-so long as my skills helped me win.

And I was determined to win; I had been hoping for this since I was ten, after all.

Turning away from the bulletin board, my mind was already bustling with ideas for a new dress. I would need to stop at the storeroom to pick up some fabric so I could get started.

presumptuous for a human to sign up for the fashion show,

slowly, I saw a familiar head of rich brown hair and matching brown eyes that appeared almost black in the dim light. "Linda," I

sauntered over to the list, signing her name right below mine. "No. I just think it's funny,

"What's so funny?"

and placed a hand on her hip. "You don't think that you're just making a fool out of yourself?" she asked. "I mean, thinking

lost, Linda," I said with a wave of my hand. Turning, I began storming down the hall toward the storeroom so

"I'm just trying to help you, Audrey!" she called out. "I would hate to see you embarrass yourself

breath. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, inhaling deeply; the scent of fabric filled my nostrils, instantly

skin, and I knew that for a fact. Her designs were subpar at best, relying too heavily on basics and often stealing work from smaller designers. And her

began wandering the rows of fabric. Her father

She may have picked on me relentlessly,

worked damn hard to get here. I had graduated high school early with a 4.0 GPA and was accepted into Grayspring with a full scholarship thanks to my admissions project—a massive black funeral gown made entirely with the scraps

on the other hand... Well, I

that caught my eye. "This would be perfect," I whispered to myself as I ran

"There you are!"

already storming up to me, the door

"Max-"

coming so close that I felt my back press into the bolts of fabric behind me when I took a step

mouth worked uselessly for a moment before I regained my bearings and pulled my shoulders back. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, not exactly willing to divulge the fact that he was right. "And

turned away as if to leave, but then stopped himself, his hands

lowly human like you could never become a pack's Luna. Have your fun with him, but you're nothing but a

hung open at the implication. Edwin, the man I had shared

was twisting into knots, I simply waved my hand at Max dismissively. "As if I wasn't your plaything already," I retorted, sidestepping past him with the

"As if anyone would ever date you otherwise,"

at his words, but I said nothing. Instead, I merely hiked the fabric up under my arm and continued walking. I swung the storeroom