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

He sat up, running a hand through his dark hair. It was tousled with sleep

A glance at the clock revealed that it was noon now, we had fallen asleep when the sun had come up and had slept through the morning. Just

red, and Edwin laughed. "Breakfast it is,

like lunch

and waffles all day," he said, throwing the covers back and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Wearing nothing but briefs, he rose, stretching, the taut muscles in his back catching the

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given me last night, which were now in disarray on the floor: a too-big t-shirt and a pair of equally large boxers.

my gaze, smirked. "I'll send Charles to pick some stuff up from your dorm if you

me all night, but my phone had been lost in the river along with the rest of my purse. And I loathed to tell

all of us. I wanted to enjoy the day first, and if a strange

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

choosing to trust him.

intense and searching. But suddenly, his eyes widened, and he abruptly stumbled

my face gently, turning my head back and forth to look at my eyes. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I could feel his heart rate picking

throat as I slowly recalled the events of last night. Those three werewolves at the party, how they had panicked and scurried away when they saw me. I had thought I had seen my eyes glowing silver in the reflection then but I'd dismissed it as a

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 the usual deep blue irises with their new silver

voice trembling. "will werewolves hate me for my silver

etched into his face. "Your

had never told him about my silver streak. It was always dyed, hidden away from the world. From

the roots that were just barely starting to show through. "Right here. I keep it dyed to match the rest of my hair, but..."

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