One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 162 Audrey

Fiona's smile was even more saccharine than I remembered it being as she approached, her eyes gleaming with false warmth. I tensed, my hand instinctively tightening around Edwin's arm. I felt him tense, too, a ripple of discomfort flickering across our mate bond.

Edwin stepped slightly in front of me, his body serving as a subtle shield between Fiona and me just in case she tried anything. "Fiona," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "I can explain." "No need." Fiona waved a dismissive hand, her platinum blonde hair catching the light as she moved. "There's nothing to explain. I understand that you two are fated mates. How... joyous The word dripped with insincerity, but her face remained a mask of pleasantness. She continued, her voice syrupy sweet, "You cannot get in the way of fate, after all. I completely understand why our engagement had to be called off."

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She paused, her eyes flickering over to me. Those cold blue irises darkened as she looked at me. "...And I'm truly happy for

you

both. Who knows: maybe I'll find my fated mate now."

With that last sentence, she leaned over and winked at me. I thought I might be sick.

Just then, I felt another flicker through the bond. Edwin and I both knew that she was lying through her teeth, that her words couldn't be further from the truth.

The tension in the air was palpable, and I could practically feel the gears turning in Fiona's head. She was planning something, I was sure of it.

At that moment, Edwin's voice echoed in my mind through our bond: "Now is our chance. Try to touch her somehow. We need to read her memories."

I nodded imperceptibly and stepped forward, extending my hand. "Thank you for understanding. Fiona. I hope we can move on from this."

But before I could make contact, Fiona took a step back. Her smile never wavered, but her eyes were cold. "Of course. But please, enjoy the party. If you'll excuse me, I have other guests to attend to." With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I hated to admit it, but I was glad that I hadn't had a chance to see into her mind just yet. I wasn't sure if I was ready.

"Sorry," I said, turning to face Edwin

Edwin put his arm around my shoulders and shook his head. "Nothing to apologize for. We'll have plenty of time tonight. Let's get a drink."

The house was crowded, each room stuffed with elegantly- dressed people. A few noticed my silver locket and shoes and curled

was so crowded.

there's something else," I said through our Mindlink. "When Claudia hugged me earlier,

Are you sure? But Claudia only had one child, and

around my neck. "I don't understand it. It doesn't make any sense,

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might have mistaken Claudia as your mother because of your close relationship. Remember, you've only had virtual meetings with her

one. Isn't that strange?" "It's a common design. I'm

made our way to the bar, each grabbing a glass of champagne. We clinked our classes together and took a sip, the bubbles tickling the back of my throat. The warmth began to soothe my frayed nerves. As we sipped, I scanned the room for Fiona. She was flitting from group to group,

everyone, after all. Or

to pin down tonight, isn't she?"

the jungle. This was her terrain. Not ours. And she was good at what she did. "She might suspect we're up to something," he added. "Or maybe she feels guilty about what she

my cheek, thinking deeply. I still remembered the dream I'd had, clear as day, when I had seen the incident

clenched. "That doesn't excuse

I agreed. "But it might help us understand her motivations better,

several attempts to get closer to Fiona. Each time, she managed to slip away just as I approached. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, and soon, that frustration had replaced my earlier

another failed attempt to talk to her at the buffet table-she had slipped away the moment she saw me. "She's avoiding us like

frowned, his eyes scanning the throng. "We need a new strategy. Perhaps we should

the

glass of champagne from a passing waiter, using it as a prop to blend in. As I

hear about

going to take territory from