One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 125 Audrey

my handiwork. I slipped the last button into place and stepped back from the model to admire

The outfit was perfect, exactly what I had envisioned; every detail was a tiny tribute to my friends-the vibrant color reminiscent of Betty's love for vintage fashion, the red beadwork inspired by Tina's red hair, the sturdy stitching similar to Gavin's dependable nature, and of course, the silhouette inspired by Avis's signature tailoring style.

"Your model looks great, Audrey, one of the designers, Hanna, said as she approached, eyeing the piece up and down "We've still got fifteen minutes before it's showtime. Feel free to do whatever you'd like while you wait."

Nodding, I turned my attention away from the buzzing backstage area, needing a few moments of fresh air. My nerves were getting to me; tonight was the night. I had been working on this piece almost all summer, and now it would be walking the runway.

It wasn't just a school fashion show or a competition. It was Paris Fashion Week.

Needless to say, I was one big bundle of nerves.

Shipping out from the backstage area, I wandered through the fashion hall, breathing deeply. The attendees were all impeccably dressed themselves, all werewolves in the latest fashions; not a single human amongst them.

Well that was a lie. There were humans here, but.. They were all employees. None in actual attendance of the show.

I made my way to the buffet, grabbing a cup of iced tea and a large lemon cookie. I munched on the sweet treat as I looked around at the vibrant outfits and accessories milling about.

For the most part, I was invisible here due to my status. Little did they know that one of my pieces would be walking the

runway.

But I didn't mind being invisible; it gave me the opportunity to really, look, to people watch, to-

Maybe I wasn't people-watching hard enough, because I didn't see the tall werewolf man in an expensive suit storm up to me until he was already shoving his empty glass and a crumpled napkin into my free hand.

"Here, human. Take care of this," he grunted, already turning away.

My cheeks flushed with indignation. Without thinking, I shoved the trash back at him, some of the leftover liquid sloshing onto the front of his suit.

"I'm not a s**t,” I snapped, pointing at a nearby trash can. "Throw it away yourself."

down at the damp spot on his suit. He leaned in close, his fangs

my arm painfully. I winced,

arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and a

time in recognition and fear. He quickly released my arm and scurried away without another

to face my rescuer. Even with the mask and hat obscuring most of his features, I would recognize

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breathed, my knees

anything more, a stageland's voice cut through my earpiece.

"L. I have to go, was all

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away from my waist, leaving me feeling oddly bereft. "Good luck," he murmured, already slipping back into the crowd. I

stood there for a moment, stunned. Had that really happened? Or had I imagined the whole

it to drive off the werewolf who had me by the wrist, but. "Audrey, where are you?" the stagehand's voice

I hurried backstage, where I was immediately thrust out of my thoughts and back into reality. Designers and models rushed about, making last-minute tweaks

sending a fresh

model strutted down the runway. The audience murmured and gasped with each piece, cameras

the beadwork, making it shimmer beautifully. The audience murmured appreciatively, and cameras flashed

in

a smile and a clap

hard. They

the runway for a bow. As I stepped out into the bright lights, I felt a moment of self-consciousness. I was the only human among a

me, and I felt like a star. In that moment, it didn't matter that I was human.

stage, the other designers were buzzing with excitement. They were already discussing going out for drinks, talking about

to go, to bask in the glow of our success. But another part of me needed some time alone to process everything that had happened.

and I slipped away, making my way through the thinning crowd of the

eclair and a bottle of wine. The city was still very much alive despite the late hour, the cobblestones bustling with people. People stayed out later here than where I was from, and I was glad for it. If anything,