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.

smile touched my lips. "I

sat up, running a hand through his dark hair. It was tousled with sleep so unlike the usual neat, slick style

we had fallen asleep when the sun had come up and had slept through the morning. Just

face flushed red, and Edwin

like lunch by

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

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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 too-big t-shirt

to pick some stuff up from your dorm if

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

would be an emotional moment for all of us. I wanted to enjoy

me a gentle

nodded, choosing to trust

intense and searching. But suddenly,

brow furrowed in concentration, and I could feel his heart rate picking up through our bond. "Your eyes," he murmured, "they were glowing pure

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

Edwin's bathroom. I leaned in close, examining my eyes, but the glow was gone. All I could see were

my voice trembling. "will werewolves hate me for my

in the doorway, confusion etched into his face. "Your hair?" he asked, tilting

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

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 hide this?" he asked

I explained, my voice hardly more