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,"

living room and laid me down on the soft sofa. The leather was

gently easing me onto the soft leather I'm going to get

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

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

it couldn't have been that important; likely my addled brain was playing tricks on

gently against my head. The cold

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to the coffee table, where he had moved my drink and food to a ceramic cup and plate. "I thought the sugar might help you feel a Hule betler," "Thanks," I murmured, reaching for the cup. The

hitting my head. The air had been cr*ing wi**th energy, our bodies thrumming with desire.

asked, noticing me

I had to look away to hide my blushing

away to get some ointment, I gingerly touched the bump on my head and winced at the pain. "St**id human." I muttered under my breath. "Can't even walk

with embarrassment.

His eyes were fixed on me, searching my face as he

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 glass in a world

and yet it burned me in more ways than one,

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

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

heart rate picked up as more of his skin was revealed, and it was all

nodded. "It was from a s**id. fight many

thinking, I reached 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

muscles.

don't remember seeing this," I murmured, thinking back to our night together. My face heated up just at

his eyes. "You were pretty drunk that night. Must not have noticed. I've had this scar since I was your age, more than

it was more comforting than anything. 1 found myself leaning into him, inhaling his

softly in

my hair, gently touching the area behind my ear where my silver streak usually grew.