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,"

protest further, and he carried me to the living room and laid me down on the soft sofa. The leather was cool against my skin, a

here," he instructed, gently easing me onto the soft leather I'm going to get some ice for that

skull. I watched through squinted. eyes as Edwin left. A soft breeze blew in through the still-open balcony doors, and I shivered

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

figured that it couldn't have been that important; likely

returned quickly with an ice pack, which he pressed gently against my head. The

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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

bodies thrumming with desire. It was dark and dangerous, and so, so delicious. If

wrong?" Edwin asked, noticing me

to look away to hide my blushing

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

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

he began

compared to werewolves. We don't have your healing abilities or strength. Sometimes I feel like I'm made of glass in

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

respond, he sighed and started rolling up his sleeves to reveal his sinewy

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

more of his skin was revealed, and it was all I could do

a jagged scar across his chest. See this scar?" he asked. I nodded. "It was from a s**id. fight many years ago. Werewolves get hurt too,

out and touched the scar. Edwin tensed but didn't 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 the way it curved across

muscles.

our night together. My face heated up just at the

a knowing look in his eyes. "You were pretty drunk that night. Must not have

myself leaning into him, inhaling his scent. His cologne,

softly in

gently touching the area behind