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."

shock, then narrowed dangerously as he stared down at the damp spot on his suit. He leaned in close, his fangs flashing as he snarled,

my arm painfully. I winced,

familiar presence suddenly enveloped me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind,

in recognition and fear. He quickly released my arm and scurried away without another word, disappearing into

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

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Chapter 125

My love...

I breathed, my knees

I could say anything more, a stageland's voice cut through my earpiece. "Audrey!

hard. "L. I have to go,

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back into the crowd. I watched him go, my skin still tingling like a

that really happened? Or had I imagined the

months. I knew he was only saying it to drive off the werewolf who had me by the wrist, but. "Audrey, where are you?" the stagehand's voice rang through my

my head to clear my haze, 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 to hair and

showtime!" a voice called out, sending a fresh wave of

starting. I watched from the wings as model after model strutted down the runway. The audience murmured and gasped with each piece, cameras flashing constantly. And then, finally, it was time for my

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

swelled in my

Hanna said with a smile and a clap

hard. They

out into the bright lights, I felt a moment of self-consciousness. I was the only human among a sea

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

for drinks, talking about staying up all night to enjoy the city and ride the high

of me wanted 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 maybe a smaller, more hopeful part of me.. wanted to leave my night open in

my own thing tonight, and

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, the noise and