One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 175 Audrey

1 looked at the invitation that had both of our names on it. The elegant script and promise of a grand New Year's Eve celebration sounded nice. But Edwin's etion puzzled me. His face had gone pale, his jaw

clenched tight.

"Why does this bother you so much?" I asked, picking up the invitation to examine it closer. The paper was thick and expensive, embossed with gold lettering. "It sounds like it could be fun. A big party to ring in the new year..."

Edwin let out a humorless laugh. "Trust me, Audrey, it's anything but fun. These parties happen every year on New Year's Eve, and they're always a nightmare. More of a power play than a celebration." "Is that why you didn't go last year? Why you were at Grayspring?"

He nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I ski**ed it." He paused, a tiny smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Which I'm grateful for now because I got to meet you instead"

His eyes met mine, warm for a moment before clouding over again. "But this year, especially now that I'm mated to the Silver Star, I'll have no choice. My father won't allow me not to come. And he'll mostly want to meet you."

1 frowned, setting the invitation down. "Is that such a bad thing? I mean, I know your relationship with him is... complicated, but surely meeting your mate would be a good thing?"

Edwin sighed. "My father... he's not like normal parents. He's not like Claudia. He won't care about getting to know you as a person or learning about your hobbies and passions. He'll be testing you, trying to figure out what sort of benefit you'll be to Crescent pack. You'll be nothing more than an asset to him."

The thought made me uncomfortable, a knot forming in my stomach. I recalled Edwin saying that his father had threatened to give the pack to one of his brothers if he didn't find the Silver Star, "Oh," I muttered.

"Look," Edwin said, his voice tight, "if you want to find an excuse not to go, I'd understand. I can face them alone-

"No," 1 interrupted firmly. "I won't let you go without me. You said you were my shield once, remember? Well, I'm yours too

I We'll go together."

in each other." "What about the rest of your family aside from your father?" I asked, trying to find a silver lining. "Will your sister be there? I'd like to meet her, at least. Surely there's some shred of light in your family." Edwin's face clouded over, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. "My family, even my sister Eliza, is a mess. My parents, Stella and Erik, are fated mates but they hate each other. It's like watching two people trapped in a cage, constantly at each other's throats. Eliza is the black sheep as the only girl. Our parents treat her like a failure simply for being female, and she always gets too drunk and fights with our mom." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "My younger brothers-you already met Peter, but then there's Malakai and Axel. They always try to make me look bad because they want our father to remove me as Alpha and

the other day. He was a jacka**, that much was certain. But he had also come to my rescue in the woods when I was too far for Edwin to sense my

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be better if I'm with you," I finally said. "We can handle the chaos if we're together,

sighed and shrugged. "You know I always prefer to have you by my

ugly."

nodded, feeling a

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smile, trying 40 lighten the mood, "we have our own Christmas to enjoy first, just the

with that, I sent a fresh image down

wrapping paper. His hands cupping my breasts as I rode him, hips twisting, head thrown back. A big red bow around

startled so much at the sudden image that his body jerked in shock and his knee hit the underside of the

grinned impishly and sipped

woke up early

he had been gone for a while. Confused, I got up and searched the house for him. It wasn't until I reached the basement door that I heard a rhythmic thumping sound coming faintly from

way down the stairs. There, in the center of the training room, was Edwin. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin as he hit the punching bag with practiced precision. His form was graceful and skilled, each movement flowing into the next. It was like watching a dance, violent yet

play of muscles across his back and arms as he moved. It was mesmerizing to watch him like this, so in his element. This was the fighter

my presence. He turned, his checks flushing