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"

father merely grunted in response, not even looking up 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 new scent-but

said, her tone anything but welcoming. She turned back

and I exchanged a glance, and

living room, we

on either side if

my *

first

and papers and drawings. The walls were dotted with mold along the top, some

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winters in here with nothing but that

warm.

I said as I began rifling through my desk

the walls. He still hadn't uttered a word, although I could feel a heady mixture

connecting us.

"What are these?

turned to see him pointing at a cluster of fashion magazine pictures that had been cut and pasted together; a model's smiling face taped onto a random dress taped onto a pair of

wall, pointing out a cluster 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

reached for the

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

sprang to my eyes. But as I rifled through some old papers in a drawer, looking for

lived like this,"

his arms, burying my

always like this," I said softly. "My first home was much nicer than

my mother standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed. She looked between us, her gaze lingering on Edwin's arms

was no curiosity in her voice, no concern or interest. Just

arms tightened around me. I straightened, meeting her gaze, remaining in his embrace. "I always have been. My

waited, wondering if she'd have any questions, or even

wish you'd told me sooner,"

Edwin's arms, turning to face-her fully. "I just found out myself. But even if I'd known before, why should I tell you anything? We

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