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 leather was cool

the soft leather I'm going to get some ice for

I watched through squinted. eyes as Edwin left. A soft breeze blew

when I'd passed out. But unfortunately, it felt too

been that important;

pack, which he pressed gently against my head. The cold seeped into

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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

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

wrong?" Edwin asked,

to look away to hide

the pain. "St**id human." I muttered under my breath. "Can't even walk straight without hurting yourself." Edwin paused in

with embarrassment. "Nothing. Just... frustrated with

fixed on me, searching my face as he began to gently rub the ointment into my bump. "Why are you speaking

to werewolves. We don't have your healing abilities or strength. Sometimes I feel like

frowned as he applied the ointment to my bump. His touch was gentle, and yet it burned me in more ways than one, "Is that

and started rolling up his sleeves to

he said, pointing to various small scars on his tanned arms. "Burns from cooking. Cuts from working. He hesitated for a moment, then began unbuttoning his

of his skin was revealed, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from lurching forward and touching the

open, revealing a jagged scar across his chest. See this scar?" he asked. I nodded. "It was from a s**id. fight

under my fingertips, a stark contrast to the rest of his hairy chest.

muscles.

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

that night. Must not have noticed. I've had

blush even harder, but in that moment, it was more comforting than anything. 1 found myself leaning into him, inhaling his scent. His cologne, once again, was dizzying "Thank you" I murmured into the crook of his neck as

growled softly in

my hair, gently touching the area behind my ear where my silver