One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 242

Audrey

The following days passed in a blur.

As expected, the media immediately got ahold of my visit to the children’s cancer ward. Before I could even blink, every newspaper was covered in headlines about the Silver Star healing all of those kids. Every news channel was reporting on nothing but that night, and every online gossip forum was discussing it like it was the most exciting thing to have ever happened.

“I warned you that this might happen,” Edwin teased when, on the third day, we couldn’t even leave the apartment due to the paparazzi and reporters camped outside. “First you let out that ear-splitting howl, and then you decide to immediately heal a bunch of kids with cancer on your very first night.”

I managed an impish little smile as I pulled the curtain shut, hiding our view of the news vans and cameras. They were like sharks circling us, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“And I’d do it all over again,” I retorted with a wink.

Edwin chuckled and guided me away from the window. “You really will have to make a public appearance soon if you want

but—” the frenzy to die down a little. I’m sorry it has to be this

way,

I held up my hand before he could finish. “I already told you that I’ve accepted my identity as the Silver Star. This is part of that identity, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

My mate’s shoulders slumped a little, but it was a gesture of relief and not disappointment.

“Now,” I said, striding over to the sewing room and flinging open the door, “if I’m going to make a public appearance, I’m going to need a dress, won’t I?”

The dress was perfect. It was beyond perfect-it was everything I had hoped for and then some.

The black fabric was flecked with a silvery shimmer, the long sleeves coming down to sharp points at the back of my wrists A sheer silver drape was attached to the shoulders, flowing like a waterfall down my arms until it ultimately connected gracefully with my ring fingers.

I’d opted for an ankle length, just long enough for the silken fabric to gently flow around my legs when I moved but not long enough to cover my shoes, which were a pair of sleek metallic silver boots with an almost scaly texture.

And then there was,the finishing touch, carefully lowered over my head by Avis’s small hands. A pearlescent overlayer, which covered my bodice and came down to my ankles with splits down the sides.

was comprised of tiny silver

nod to the moment that that silver arrow had shattered against my

The silver in my

the silvery mithril that coated my skin when I needed it the most. It was the ear-splitting scream that had once erupted from my lips and dazed those who endangered me-Linda and

it was the howl that had scattered the rogues and sent

I touched the fine silver links. “I feel like I’m wearing armor.” Avis giggled and took a step back, turning me this way and that to admire her work.

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eyes widened in awe. Earlier, Edwin had brought in a stylist to help me with my hair and makeup, and this

braided intricately and coiled around my head like a crown. My lips were a stark red,

with satisfaction at

send me a nudge. He was in the other room, getting dressed himself, but he could hear our conversation and was

attempt to view the room from my eyes in order to

enough to make

off of my shoulder. I truly did feel like the embodiment

would take some getting used to. But I wasn’t afraid of the ‘getting used

anything, I was

made my upcoming speech any less nerve-wracking. I shuddered at the thought of having to speak

noticing my shiver, offered. “Look over everyone’s heads, pause between every

my shoulders pulled back,” I finished for her, shooting my friend

was leaning against the window frame, shrugged one shoulder. “People will love you even if you

know it. Even the greatest acts of philanthropy can still

sound like a Luna,” Avis laughed. “Just

hard to accomplish throughout this whole process. If I didn’t hold onto my own values, then all those months I spent mourning the potential loss

E

tailoring studio, dressed in a blue-black