One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 148 Audrey

I woke to the warm sensation of arms around me, holding me gently beneath the covers. A soft smile touched my face as, slowly but surely, the events of last night-and this morning-slowly returned. A party. A fall. A death. And then.. My mate.

My eyes cracked open, and there he was. I couldn't help but let out the tiniest sigh of relief at the sight of him, as if he somehow would have disappeared into thin air in the middle of the night. But he was still here, holding me.

And he was already awake-watching me sleep.

"Isn't it a bit creepy to watch a girl sleep?" I purred, nuzzling into his chest and nipping good-naturedly at his skin.

Edwin let out a deep rumble of a chuckle, one that was made even deeper from sleep. It hit me then that I hadn't spent a full night with him before; one of us had always left before the other had awoken, or we had had to return to our own residences. when we were hiding out in that basement room.

I allowed myself a few long moments to savor that feeling of waking up in his arms. And so, it seemed, did he. He tugged me a little closer and rolled onto his back, tucking me firmly against his chest. I laid there contentedly, swirling lazy circles in his chest hair with my index finger.

Then I let my finger trail lower. Down across the dips and peaks of his abdomen, and then down....

He shivered and let out a small sound of pleasure. But then he caught my wrist before I could go further, brought my hand back up, and pressed kisses to each of my fingers.

"Plenty of time for that," he murmured between kisses,

I propped myself up on one elbow, watching as he kissed my hand. He was right; we did have plenty of time. A lifetime, in fact. And for now, I was content just lazing around with him on a warm and sunny Sunday afternoon, basking in the afterglow of each other.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked when he saw me looking out the window at the sun-flecked street below. Town was already bustling by now.

I bit my lip, considering. "Don't you have work to do?"

"I know I'm busy, but I'm not that busy," he teased. "It's Sunday. And besides, I almost lost you last night. I want to spend this long weekend with my mate." Another kiss, this time to the inside of my wrist, right on my pulse point.

lips. "I want

you want to do?" He sat up, running a hand through his dark hair. It was tousled with sleep so unlike the

the clock revealed that it was noon now, we had fallen asleep when the sun

flushed red, and Edwin laughed. "Breakfast it

like lunch

swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

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the white sheets to my bare chest. My gaze fell on the clothes he had given me last night, which were now in disarray on the floor: a

catching my gaze, smirked. "I'll send Charles to pick some stuff up from

there-they had likely been trying to text me all night, but my phone had

be an emotional moment for all of us. I wanted to enjoy the day first, and if

my apprehension through our bond, offered me a gentle smile. "No

nodded, choosing to trust him.

find Edwin's gray eyes looking at me, his gaze intense and searching. But suddenly, his eyes widened, and he abruptly stumbled back, causing me to become worried. "What is it?" I

look at my eyes. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I could feel

night. Those three werewolves at the party, how they had panicked and scurried away

chest, I scrambled out of bed and ran to the mirror in Edwin's bathroom. I leaned in close, examining my eyes, but the glow was gone. All I could see were

voice trembling. "will werewolves hate me for my silver eyes,

turned to find him standing in the doorway, confusion etched into his face. "Your

I had never told him about my silver streak. It was always dyed, hidden away

a silver streak," I admitted, pulling back the hair just behind my ear to reveal the roots that were just barely starting to show through. "Right here. I keep it dyed to match the rest of my hair, but..." Edwin stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing the silver strands. "Why would you

been attacked and ridiculed my entire life for having this silver streak," I explained, my voice hardly more than a whisper. "Other werewolves... they see it as a