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.

for a human to sign

heard that lilting voice, I felt my entire body go rigid. Turning slowly, I saw a familiar head of rich brown hair and matching brown eyes that appeared almost black in the dim light. "Linda," I said, sticking my chin out. "Do you

name right below mine. "No. I just

"What's so funny?"

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

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

out.

the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, inhaling deeply;

just trying to get under my 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

rows of fabric. Her father was Alpha Wallace from

She may have picked on me relentlessly, but I didn't

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 of

Well, I wasn't worried about

as I ran my fingers across the rough fabric. Tartan, black lace, giant safety pins... I could already picture the outfit

"There you are!"

Max's voice made me whirl around. He was already storming up to me, the door of the storeroom swinging shut

"Max-"

I felt my back press into the bolts of fabric behind me when I took a step back. "How can you live with yourself

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

leave, but then stopped himself, his hands

turning slowly to fix me with a hard glare, "a lowly human like you could never become a pack's Luna. Have your fun with him, but you're nothing but a plaything

Edwin, the man I had shared so much passion with last night...

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

anyone would ever date you

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