One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 97 Audrey

As I drifted in the darkness, faint whispers tickled the edges of my consciousness.

"Silver Star... Our Silver Star..."

The voices were barely audible, like a whisper on the wind, but they tugged at something deep inside of me-a part of myself that had been lost to time.

A memory, perhaps? If only I could grasp it, understand its meaning.

The voices grew louder, more insistent. "Come back to us, Silver Star. Remember who you are..."

I struggled to call to them, to understand, but they remained just out of reach.

"Wake up, Silver Star.. Wake up.."

"Wake up. Audrey, wake up. The cool touch of fingers on my forehead gently pulled me back to reality, the mysterious voices fading away and quickly being replaced by a sharp pain in my head.

I blinked, my vision slowly coming back into focus. Edwin's concerned face hovered above me, his brow furrowed with worry, I was still on the floor of his sewing room, my head throbbing where I had hit it on the shelf.

Ugh. What happened?" I mumbled, trying to sit up. The room spun around me, and I felt too nauseous to move.

Edwin gently pushed me back down, his hand warm and steady on my shoulder. "You hit your head pretty hard. You were only out for a minute, but I was about to take you to the hospital if you didn't wake up soon."

I groaned, the pain in my head intensifying, but I felt clearheaded enough to know that it wasn't serious. "No hospitals," I muttered. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine," Edwin insisted with a soft huff. His voice was stern, but I could hear the underlying concern in his tone. "Here. Let me help you up. Get you off this hard floor."

Before I could protest, Edwin was suddenly scooping me up in his arms. I let out a small gasp, surprised by how easily he lifted me. His body was warm against mine, and I could feel the strength in his muscles as he carried me.

"I can walk, you know," I muttered, even as I found myself nestling closer to his chest.

Edwin chuckled softly. "I'm sure you can. Just humor me, Audrey,"

and he carried me to the living room and laid me down on the soft sofa. The

here," he instructed, gently easing me onto the soft leather I'm going to

watched through squinted. eyes as Edwin

laid there, waiting, I wracked my brain in an attempt to recall that strange dream I had had when I'd passed out. But unfortunately, it felt too distant to grasp now, and trying to remember just made my skull ache

been that important; likely my addled brain was

with an ice pack, which he pressed gently against my head. The cold seeped

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"I thought the sugar might help you feel a Hule betler," "Thanks," I murmured, reaching for the cup. The warm liquid and sweet pastry did help, giving me a small boost of energy. As I sipped the latte, I watched Edwin's shirt flutter slightly in

The air had been cr*ing wi**th energy, our bodies thrumming with desire. It was dark and dangerous, and so, so delicious. If only I hadn't

Edwin asked,

shook my head. I had to look

the bump on my head and winced at the pain. "St**id human." I muttered under my breath. "Can't even

flush with embarrassment. "Nothing.

were fixed on me, searching my face as he began to gently rub

caused. "Except for being weak compared to werewolves. We don't have your healing abilities or strength. Sometimes I feel like I'm made of

bump. His touch was gentle, and yet it burned me in more ways than

I didn't respond, he sighed and started rolling up his sleeves to

to various small scars on his tanned arms. "Burns from cooking. Cuts from working. He hesitated for a

heart rate picked up as more of his skin was revealed, and it was all I could do to

across his chest. See this scar?" he asked. I nodded. "It was

pull away. The raised skin was smooth under my fingertips, a stark contrast to the rest of his hairy chest. I traced the length of it, feeling

muscles.

this," I murmured, thinking back to our night together. My face

Must not have noticed. I've

it was more comforting than anything. 1 found myself leaning into him, inhaling his scent. His cologne, once again,

growled softly

hand was in my hair, gently touching the area behind my ear where my silver streak