One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 163

Third Person

Fiona hummed softly to herself as she brushed her long platinum hair, admiring her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her baby blue ball gown, the rulle skirts bedecked with pearls and sparkles, hung on the back of her closet door. Her feet ached from dancing in high heels all night, but she didn't mind.

Her sixteenth birthday party had been a grand affair, just as she had always dreamed of. A ballroom decorated with glittering chandeliers and enormous balloons; her favorite band playing on the stage; all of her friends in attendance; a huge, mulu-tiered cake with a figurine of her in her blue gown sitting on top.

It had been quite the coming of age party. Although Fiona couldn't help but feel, somehow, deep in her bones, that the night

up. wasn't fully over. Maybe that was because the house was still bustling with activity as the staff cleaned

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door interrupted her reverie. "Come in," she called out, setting down her brush and turning. The door creaked open, revealing Martha, the kind nanny who had cared for Fiona since infancy. "Miss Fiona, do you have a moment?"

Fiona's brow furrowed slightly. It was unusual for Martha to seck her out this late. "Of course. Is everything alright?" Martha's face was uncharacteristically serious as she stepped into the room. Her blue eyes, crinkled by crow's feet at the corners, seemed full of worry. But as usual, her blonde hair was pulled back into a tidy bun at the nape of her neck.

Martha shut the door behind her.

And locked it.

"Fiona, there's something important we need to discuss. Could you sit down, please?"

Curiosity piqued, Fiona perched on the edge of her bed. Martha joined her, producing a small packet apron pocket With trembling hands, she passed them to Fiona

of papers from her

"What's this?" Fiona asked, flipping through the pages. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was looking at. "A DNA test? I don't understand."

"I have one, too." Martha pulled another packet out of her pocket, one with her own name at the top instead of Fiona's. She held it up next to Fiona's packet, and Fiona could see that the results were the same. Fiona's eyebrows shot up, and she looked at her nanny for clarification.

Martha took a deep breath. “Fiona... I am your biological mother

Fiona stared at her for a moment, blinking dazedly. "My... mother?" she echoed before bursting into laughter. "Very funny. Martha. Did Mother put you up to this? That would be just like her."

and lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a distinctive birthmark on her

heart began to race. Her mouth worked uselessly, no words coming out. But her mind was

this... Martha sat back down, taking Fiona's clammy hands in her own. Fiona, I

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born on the same night as Claudia's biological daughter. Martha, claiming that she

that hadn't been Martha's child

It had been Claudia's

Claudia was resting, they bore enough of a resemblance to one another, those same big blue eyes, that no one would notice. She had then taken Claudia's daughter and sent

sixteen years later, here was Fiona... living a

why? Why would you do

are special, Fiona. You are the Silver Wolf, prophesied to lead Coldclaw

full of rogues and criminals. When Fiona was little, she used to have nightmares about being stolen away by Coldclaw rogues and being thrown

am a member of Coldclaw, sent here to

"This is insane. I can't be... I'm

about it, Fiona, Martha urged. "Haven't you

always felt set apart from her peers, destined for something greater. Could this be the reason? "What does

you have a great destiny ahead of you.

"How?"

been in your life forever for a reason. When you are of age, you must

Edwin-older, handsome, powerful. He was set to become the Alpha of Crescent pack, a very wealthy and powerful pack. She always

her. "And

smile spreading across her face, "you will lead

guidance, she began secret training in political seduction and combat. The once spoiled, carefree girl transformed into a cold, calculated young

a full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back at her. Gone was the softness of youth, replaced by sharp edges and icy determination "Are you

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