One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 153 Edwin

"Anything useful?" Charles leaned over my desk, tossing aside another pile of papers from that dusty box Audrey's mother had given her-mostly just old report cards and doctor's notes.

I shook my head frustratedly as I shoved aside more papers of my own. "The only "birth certificate' is this," I said as I held up a yellowed document. The paper was thin, almost translucent with age. "It's just a certificate from the day she was discovered. at the orphanage. No information about her birth parents or where she came from."

Charles frowned. his brow furrowing. "Do you really think she could be the Silver Star?"

My wolf reacted to those words. He'd been on edge lately, caught between believing that Audrey was the Silver Star and being unsure

I leaned back in my chair, considering. "Many signs point to her. The silver streak in her hair, her silver eyes, those two incidents when my wolf sensed that the Silver Star was near..."

An image flashed through my mind-a few months ago on campus, when there had been a... disturbance in the air. My wolf had insisted that the Silver Star was nearby then. And it had happened again at that dance club over spring break.

All signs did indeed point to Audrey. She'd practically wiped not only Linda's memory, but also that kid's at the club. But we couldn't know for sure just yet. Maybe she'd need to shift for the first time for us to be certain.

"Have you noticed anything unusual about her abilities?" Charles asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing beyond the normal capabilities of a werewolf. But then again, she's only just awakened. Who knows what might develop over time?" Charles nodded thoughtfully. "What about her adoptive parents Could they have any information?"

I scoffed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. "Those people?" I kicked that dusty old box with my foot "Doubtful. But Audrey mentioned she had two sets of adoptive parents. The first one... she spoke fondly of her."

Charles pressed his lips into a thin line. "I'll track down the original orphanage and see if I can find information on her first adoptive mother. Perhaps there's a trail we can follow."

As Charles turned to leave, my eyes fell on the drawing on my desk. It was the sketch I had taken from Audrey's childhood room. I had it framed now,

Goddess knew that her 'parents' never went to the effort to frame her childhood artwork.

The thought of my mate growing up in that horrible house made my blood boil. Even my wolf growled, angry at the injustice of it all.

had left yesterday, I had

'mother' had turned to me, hand outstretched. I'd blinked, surprised. She'd wanted... money, I didn't know why she thought she was entitled to it. Maybe she thought that she had done me a service by raising my

her mother had shrank beneath

out," was all she said. Not a care in the world that

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called out, just

He turned, eyebrow raises

my teeth grinding. "Tell them if they let those people adopt a child, I'll have the entire orphanage shut down. Use whatever leverage you need to, I don't care. Just don't let it

I'll make sure they get the message

waist as if afraid to let me go. I caged her gently to the pillow on my forearms, brushing strands of hair out of her face and pressing gentle kisses

yesterday, and I didn't blame her. In her words, she hadn't been there in over a year, and now hearing that they intended on subjecting another

protect her, to shield her from any more pain. And when she had come to me earlier, practically ripping my clothes off the second she

I gave it to her. Slow and sweet and

from Audrey's eyes. The sight

"Audrey

quickly moved to wipe them away, face reddening with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't know why

on my tongue. I held her

She nodded, lip quivering

on her, the hem brushing her

perfectly agains mine.

turned

to handle my werewolf senses? Her voice was small. "I'm still not used to all the smells and sounds. When we went into that house... it was overwhelming. I felt like I was drowning in sensations. I still can't get

wrinkled my nose, remembering the state of that horrible house. Even I could still smell the scent of cigarettes and sweat and stale food. To think she

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