One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 214

The sam had barely risen over the horizon by the time I burst into the judge’s office, half-crazed on a night of fitful sleep and too much caffeine. The aging judge sat unsuspecting behind his desk, a cup of coffee in front of him as he typed on his

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sudden entrance nearly had him spilling that coffee all over his keyboard.

1-What-Miss Klein!” he exclaimed, leaping up from his seat. “What are you-”

“You need to see this.” I slammed the flash drive containing the security footage down on Fuller’s desk without preamble and pointed to it with a trembling finger. “Mr. Black altered those images he showed you. I think this is pretty good proof.” The judge stared down at the little black flash drive on his desk, processing for several long moments.

Then, without so much as a warning, he ripped his phone off the receiver and dialed security.

My stomach dropped, a cold feeling spreading through my chest. “No, please, you don’t understand-

“Security, Fuller said into the phone, his eyes fixed on me like I was a predator waiting to pounce, “there’s an incident in my office. Please hurry.”

“No

But Fuller was already slamming the phone back on the receiver and backing away from me until his back hit the bookshelf behind him. “Miss Klein, after your behavior yesterday, I’m afraid I can’t trust your actions. Please wait outside until security

arrives.”

“But the flash drive-” I pleaded, my voice cracking as I took a step forward.

“I said, wait outside!” Fuller practically yelled, pressing himself more firmly against the wall.

“No.” I stood my ground, my legs trembling but refusing to move. I had to make him understand, make him realize that I wasn’t the villain here. My words tumbled out in a rush as I said, “Mr. Fuller, please, if you would just look at the footage on the flash drive-

Before I could finish, the door burst open again. Two burly security guards entered, and Fuller pointed at me with a shaking hand. “She is not welcome here!” he barked. “Escort her outside.

With matching nods, the security guards advanced on me and began to crowd me toward the door. “Right this way, Miss,” one of them grunted. “Before we have to call the police.”

“No! I’m not going!” I cried, trying to sidestep around them. One of them grabbed me by the arm, trying to force me back, but I dug my heels into the carpet. “Please, Mr. Fuller, it’s not what you think!”

her out of

kid,” the security guard holding me growled, beginning to drag me back toward the door. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to

“No-Wait!”

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armil tightened around me, “and you’ll

man behind a desk or an Alpha. Finally, they seemed to settle on the latter, and took a

Goddess, Fuller groaned, pinching the

flash drive. “You need to look at that footage.

she is your mate, but that doesn’t excuse her behavior. She tried to grab me yesterday, and now she’s barging into my office like a madwoman before I’ve even had my morning coffee! You can’t

I stepped forward, my fists clenched at

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would never intentionally copy an old piece of mine and try to pass

could see he was still unconvinced. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “Perhaps. But it does not negate the fact that you tried to lay hands on

wrong it was of me to try and grab your wrist. As the Silver Star, I have the ability to show people my memories through touch, and that was all I was trying to do. But that doesn’t give me the right to use that ability without consent.

my abilities, a flicker of curiosity passing over his face.

know I can’t always rely on my special abilities to get what I want, same as how I

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supposed he had felt my panic down the bond and come running, but… still.

ears

Alpha Brooks’ mate, not the Silver Star, but me. Audrey Klein-a diligent Grayspring student who just wants to graduate

an eternity, but I didn’t dare

stuck it into the USB port on his computer. “Very well. I hope this isn’t going to be a waste of

stepped forward, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.

be. As a professor

glanced between us for a few moments,

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