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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his face. I could now see that his expression was. unreadable, a

wore whenever he was about to deliver a particularly cruel

face he wore when he beat me

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 your little mate were in on

at him, incredulous, feeling as if I had just been transported back to my childhood, back to the days when I was constantly

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

sneer, and he shrugged. "You tell me, Edwin. You've always had a penchant for trouble. From the moment you could walk, you were causing problems." Without warning, I slammed my hands down on his desk, but the impact didn't 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.

face. Slowly, too slowly, he pushed his chair back and rose. I watched, barely

using it to p**d the logs on the fire. Little red sparks fluttered up into the chimney as he worked. "I suppose you never

if I'd been slapped.

around the lump that had

throat.

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 an 'accident' Was it an accident, too, when you let your wolf take over in those

the way your eyes flashed gold, but

to say. It was true: I had let my

ars ago.

young, and s**d, and out

approval. So

"I was a I growled, fighting to keep my voice steady. "And maybe I wouldn't have

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

cutting him off. The force of my shout made the

did you conveniently forget about that? The belt, the bruises, nights I

moment, silence hung heavy in the air 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

years of pain, of trying to please is man who would never be satisfied, came rushing to the surface. I felt