One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 173

Third Person

Edwin's fists connected with the punching bag in a steady, easy, Emiliar rhythm.

The satisfying thud of each impact reverberated through the quiet training room, drowning out the world beyond. At twenty years old, he was in his prime, his body honed to perfection through years of dedicated training.

Sweat glistened on his tanned skin under the harsh fluorescent lights, his muscles rippling with each powerful strike. The walls around him were adorned with dozens of medals and trophies, a testament to his skill and dedication.

But Edwin barely noticed them anymore. For him, the true reward was in the fight itself, in pushing his body to its limits.

Boxing wasn't just a sport for Edwin; it was his passion, his escape, his way of proving himself. He would spend hours in this gym, long after others had gone home, always striving to be better, faster, stronger. As he finished his set, his trainer, Mike, pushed away from the wall and tossed him a water bottle. Edwin caught it deftly, twisting off the cap and taking a long drink. Water trickled down his chin and bare chest, cooling his overheated skin.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Edwin caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. His eyes gleamed an unnatural yellow, a sign of his wolf's excitement. It took a few deliberate blinks to get them back to their normal gray.

His wolf always emerged more when he was in the ring. He loved it, craved it, just as much as Edwin did.

For both of them, it was a release.

"Great work tonight, kid," Mike said, clapping him on one sweaty shoulder. "You ready for tomorrow's fight!"

Edwin nodded, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He likely wouldn't sleep tonight. "Ready as I'll ever be," he replied with a lopsided, c**y grin.

But this wasn't just any fight. It was a big time fight, the kind of match that people bet serious money on. And what made it even more special-what made Edwin's heart race just thinking about it was that his father would finally be attending.

"Is your old man still coming tomorrow?" Mike asked, as if reading Edwin's thoughts.

Edwin nodded, his expression tightening slightly. "Yeah, he said he would be there. Finally

low. "Well, ain't

a few more quick jabs for good measure. "That's why

had never shown much interest in Edwin's boxing career. Oh, he'd paid for the training, bought the equipment, even hired Mike. But he'd never actually come to a match, never shown Edwin that he cared about this passion that

intense. Edwin wanted-no, needed-to impress his dad. To show what he was capable of. To prove that all

prove that he would make a good

"You fight

father's face when he won

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the thought was nice..

next night came faster than Edwin expected. Before he knew it, he was in the locker room, wrapping his hands and trying to calm the nerves

Mike said, adjusting Edwin's gloves, "stick to the plan. This guy's quick, but he leaves his right side open. see an opening, you take it, but don't force it. Let it come naturally. Conserve your energy and keep your

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toes as the roar of the crowd fibered through from the arena. He could feel his

he made his way to the ring, Edwin scanned the crowd. There, in the front row, sat his father. His face was impassive as always, but he was there. That

quick on his feet. But Edwin had trained for this. He dodged and weaved,

Edwin could feel his control slipping, his wolf pushing forward, hungry for dominance. He wanted to win, yes, but more than that,

show his father what he was

guard dropped for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough. Edwin's fist connected with

pride, he saw shock. Horror, even, in his father's ashen

Badly.

his trainer came careening into the ring, shaking him violently. "Medics!" his

widened into

I done. What

poor kid onto a stretcher. There was blood, so much blood.