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

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

office.

I really being overbearing? I only wanted to help; I hated the thought of her not getting the recognition she deserved simply because she was a human and not a werewolf. But maybe my wolf was right. Audrey was an adult, and maybe I needed to start treating

child. 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 for

realizing it, I found myself in front of the local drugstore. I peered up at the neon sign, hesitating for a moment before deciding to slip inside

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chimed as I entered, and I nodded a silent greeting to the bored-looking cashier. I made a beeline for the sh***g products to pick up a new can of s**ng cream, then decided to swing by the coolers to pick up some beers. Something

a familiar scent caught

Audrey.

around the end of the aisle and saw her standing at the counter, fishing in her wallet for something. Instinctively, I stepped back, concealing myself behind a shelf of

"This is ridiculous.

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

did Audrey dye her

Audrey's POV

box of hair 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. S***d hair," I

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 knew that her words were

that: Too many

couldn't help but replay the events of the past few days in my mind. Mr. Black's leering gaze, his disgusting proposition.

streak and began applying the dye, the chemical smell making

people would be more accepting." I grumbled as I got to work. "But

werewolves. It's just a color;

look at it from a historical perspective; werewolves used to be killed with silver bullets, back before we integrated our societies. That wasn't that long ago. Some

way."

during wartimes. "Yeah, well, you don't see me freaking out whenever

enough," Tina said,

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