One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 199 Edwin

I didn't even wait for the sun to rise before I was storming into my father's study. I knew he was awake, anyway-the bas**rd hardly ever slept..

My father didn't look up from the papers he was poring over as I flung the door open with a crash.

"Mind yourself. Edwin," he said, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses on his nose. "Unless you intend to repair the hole in the wall yourself."

Without a word, I threw the baggie of silver down on his mahogany desk, the metallic powder inside glinting ominously in the low light. The bag landed with a soft thud, sending a small puff of silver dust into the air.

My father sputtered and dropped his papers, his eyes widening in shock as he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his handkerchief.

"What-What on earth is this?!" he demanded, his voice mu**ed behind the cloth.

I pointed at the baggie, my voice low and dangerous. "Next time you try to accuse my mate of poisoning her own mother, maybe you should do your own research first."

My father's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing as he looked from the silver to me. "Explain yourself. Quickly. Before I have you thrown out."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the fury that was coursing through my veins. My hands were shaking, and I clenched them into fists to steady myself.

"Charles and I searched Claudia's house tonight. We found traces of silver in the kitchen, and followed the scent to Fiona's room. This," I gestured to the baggie, "was hidden in a secret compartment in her closet. I think it's pretty d**n clear that Fiona poisoned Claudia, not Audrey. Do you disagree?"

My father leaned forward in his chair, still holding the handkerchief to his face. Carefully, with nothing more than his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the baggie and held it up to the light. The silver inside shimmered as it shifted.

"Pure silver powder," I growled. "My guess is that Fiona was angry about Claudia removing her as Silverbite heir, or angry that Coldclaw discarded her since she's not the Silver Star, or likely both, and this was her revenge."

My father was silent as he gingerly laid the baggie back down on the desk. Carefully

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see that his expression was. unreadable, a

the face he wore whenever he was about to deliver

he wore when he beat me as

in Fiona's possession?" he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism. He folded his hands on the desk, his eyes boring into mine. "For all I know, you found this bag in Audrey's things and are framing Fiona. Or maybe you and

transported back to my childhood, back to the days when I was constantly trying to prove my worth to a man who would never believe

my voice barely above a whisper. "Why would I do that? Why... Why do you

so much as make my father flinch. I leaned forward, my face inches from his. "I am an honest person who only ever wants the best for my family, friends, mate, and pack. I love Claudia like my own mother, and I'm mated to her daughter. I would never conspire to hurt her

slowly, he pushed his chair back and rose. I watched, barely containing my fury,

red sparks fluttered up into the chimney as he worked. "I suppose you never conspired to make that boy lose his eye,

as if I'd been slapped. Blood... So much

was an accident," I managed around the lump that had suddenly formed in

throat.

"How convenient; the boy was leaps and bounds more talented in the ring than you ever were. He was set to become the champion that year, but it was

your eyes flashed gold, but I

was true: I had let my wolf take over, just for

ars ago.

to. I was young, and s**d,

was my father's approval. So

keep my voice steady. "And maybe I

for you as my son," my father scoffed. "I allowed you to become Alpha escent, put

me!" I roared, cutting him off. The force of my

in their frames. "Or did you conveniently forget about that? The

between us. I could hear my nding in my ears, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then, my father slowly ed, and there was nothing but malice in his eyes. course I didn't forget. And I would happily beat

his words. All the years of pain, of trying to please is man who would never be satisfied,