One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Audrey

My stomach twisted into knots into knots at the sight of that peeling paint, that overgrown lawn, those cracked windows. letting in the cold late-autumn air.

The sight of my childhood home brought back a flood of memories I had tried hard to forget. The house looked even more dilapidated than I remembered, the porch sagging slightly and the windows clouded with grime.

Edwin pulled up to the curb, and we just sat there in silence for several long moments. My throat bobbed painfully as I stared up at that place through the windshield. "We don't have to do this, you know."

The sound of Edwin's voice, smooth as butter, caressed the inside of my head. I turned to look at him and saw a gentle, if not pained, expression. I had warned him that my childhood home was... a mess, although I hadn't dared to send those images through our bond.

I didn't even want to remember them myself, let alone burden him with them.

Drawing in a deep breath, I shook my head and said softly, "It's fine. We just need to grab a couple of things and then we'll leave.

"You sure?" He covered my thigh with his hand. His touch sent a wave of warmth through our bond, trying to soothe my anxiety.

*Positive." I nodded, even though I felt my wolf curl up tightly inside of me as if trying to.. hide.

Edwin nodded, his jaw set. We walked up to the door, dodging weeds that had sprung up through cr**ks in the concrete path

I didn't bother knocking. As we entered, the musty smell of neglect hit me harder than ever scent of stale cigarette smoke, old food, and something unidentifiable made me wrinkle my nose.

with

my

enhanced senses.

The

My parents were in the living room, as usual, my father glued to the TV and my mother absently flipping through a magazine. Neither looked up as we entered.

"Mom, Dad," I called out, my voice wavering slightly as we stood in the doorway. "Tm.. I'm home. This is Edwin, my fated. mate"

from the flickering screen. My mother gave Edwin a once-over, her lip curling slightly in distaste. Her eyes flicked over me, and I thought I saw them widen slightly-no doubt as she picked up on my

said, her tone anything but welcoming. She

I exchanged a glance, and I

my parents in the living room, we climbed the

easily touch each wall on either side if he stretched

my *

first

the corner, surprisingly, still piled high with high school notebooks and papers and drawings. The

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shivered as I remembered cold winters in here with nothing but that one blanket to keep

warm.

as I began rifling through my desk drawers. "It

word, although I could feel a heady mixture of anger and confusion and maybe even a touch of

connecting us.

"What are these?

him pointing at a cluster of fashion magazine pictures that had been cut and pasted together;

of sketches that resembled those Frankenstein- esque creations. "Eventually, I taught myself to sketch that way. I'd make a collage that I liked and then try to draw it.

he reached for

studying it closely. "You were talented even then," he murmured, his fingers tracing the lines of

then, if only to hide the tears that sprang to my eyes. But as I rifled through some old papers in a drawer, looking for anything

you lived like this," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to

burying my face

softly. "My first home was much

see my mother standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed. She looked

a werewolf now?" she asked, her tone flat. There was no curiosity in her voice, no concern or interest. Just a statement of

her gaze, remaining in his embrace.

I waited, wondering if she'd have any questions, or even **k a

sooner," she said,

and I finally extricated myself from Edwin's arms, turning to face-her fully. "I just found out myself. But even if I'd known before, why should I

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