One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter

80

Edwin & Audrey

Edwin's POV

The door slammed behind Audrey with such force that the framed certificates on my wall rattled in their frames. For a moment, I just stared at the door, my eyes wide with shock. Then, unable to contain my frustration any longer, I slammed my hand down on the desk

"D**it!" I growled, running my hand through my hair. Why was she being like this? I was only trying to help her, and it seemed like she didn't trust me or value my assistance at all. After everything I had done for her...?

My wolf stirred restlessly. "You're being overbearing," he chided me. "She's an adult. She can handle herself"

yet

"I'm not being overbearing. I muttered out loud as I began pacing the small confines of my office. "I'm her.. mentor. It's my job to look out for her."

My wolf snorted in disbelief. "Right. Because that's all this is about. Being a good 'mentor."

I stopped pacing and gripped the back of my chair with a grimace. "What are you implying?"

"You clearly care about this human girl. More than you probably should."

"That's ridiculous." I replied with a scoff. "I don't care that much. I like her, and I consider her somewhat of a friend, but she's still just a student at the end of the day."

Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a lie. My wolf knew it too, and he wasn't about to let me off the **k that easily.

"Then why are you so worked up over her mistreatment? Why does this human girl matter so much to you?" he growled. Try as I might, I had no answer for that-nor did I feel like coming up with one. "I need air," was all I said as I grabbed my coat and headed out of the office. My wolf curled back up into himself, understanding my need for solitude to clear my

mind.

Eventually, I found myself heading downtown. The streets were busy with the usual evening crowd, groups of students milling around outside bars and shops while families dined in the occasional restaurant

aimlessly with my hands stuffed in my pockets, unable to bring myself to go inside anywhere. The cool air helped a bit, although I

office.

deserved simply because she was

I was ten years her senior, after all. I shuddered at that; ten years. She was just eighteen, and yet I could hardly sleep some nights because I missed her. Like I needed another reminder that I was too d***n old

it, I found myself in front of the local drugstore. I peered up at

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sh***g products to pick up a new can of s**ng cream, then decided to swing by

aisle when a familiar scent caught my attention. Vanilla and lavender, with an undercurrent of something

Audrey.

standing at the counter, fishing

"This is ridiculous. Just go talk

and stayed where I was, watching as Audrey handed over some cash. The cashier bagged

did Audrey dye

Audrey's POV

dye sitting ominously on the counter. I stared at my reflection, at the silver roots that stood out so starkly against my jet black hair.

bathroom counter, a can of soda in her hand. "That Mr. Black guy was just one rotten werewolf. Not everyone is like that." I shot Tina a withering glance, and she fell silent. We both

that: Too many

my mind. Mr. Black's leering gaze, his disgusting proposition. Edwin's well-meaning but overbearing interference. And now this -having to dye my hair yet again

streak and began applying the dye,

this day and age, people would be more accepting." I grumbled as I got to work. "But

silver because it might offend the werewolves. It's just a color; not like it's real

werewolves used to be killed with silver bullets, back before we integrated our societies. That wasn't that

way."

been integrated within the past hundred years. Back before then, humans killed werewolves with silver during wartimes. "Yeah, well, you don't see me freaking

Tina said, sipping her

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