One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 252 Audrey

They always kept the interrogation room cold-to make the prisoners uncomfortable, and thus more likely to spill their

secrets.

It was too cold in here for me, but it had little to do with the temperature. I never liked being in here, having to use my Silver Star powers to root out evil. I'd rather be in the gala hall, using my abilities for charity and healing.

Sophia sat across from me, dressed in an orange jumpsuit. Her usually-immaculate hair hung down around her face, framing the dark circles under her eyes. She was going to crack. She had to.

And yet she met my gaze, unflinching, with a faint smile playing on her lips. It wasn't the warm smile I'd come to know-it was the smile of someone who believed they were still in control

"Sophia, I would really prefer if we could do this the easy way," I said, trying not to come across as angry as I felt. "Just tell me why you've been sending kids to Coldclaw and where you've been sending them, and maybe we'll consider reducing your sentence." Sophia shook her head. "We both know that's not true, Luna Brooks. Even if I told you anything, and I won't, you're not actually going to do anything to help me."

Sighing, I narrowed my eyes and reached out with my mind, pushing past the surface of her memories. But the moment I tried, I slammed into a barrier so solid that it was like running headfirst into a brick wall.

The force of it made me gasp. Pain shot through my skull like I'd just been shot. I immediately pulled out of her mind, pressing a trembling hand to my temple.

Sophia just sat there. Calm. Unmoving.

"What's wrong?" Edwin's voice echoed through the bond, instantly sensing my pain and confusion. "You okay?"

"She's blocking me somehow," I replied silently. "I've never felt anything like this before. I knew it was possible, but... not quite to this extent."

I could feel my mate's frustration simmering through our bond. I tried again, this time pushing harder against the invisible wall in her mind. But the first beads of sweat began to form on my forehead, and the pressure mounted, like I was trying to break through steel with my bare hands.

Soon enough, I felt a warm trickle running down my upper lip.

"Alright, that's enough." Edwin was suddenly beside me, his hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me away from the table.

I hadn't even realized that he had entered the room, nor had I noticed just how long I'd been straining against the adamant walls surrounding Sophia's mind.

As Edwin pulled me out of the interrogation room, I reached up and wiped my nose, my fingers coming away smeared with red blood. But I didn't care. I needed to find out what was happening to those kids.

weakly, although my body was useless against

smugly in the interrogation room-but he was frustrated with me. "You've

I sputtered mentally, glancing at the clock on the wall of the sterile prison corridor. "I

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with something dangerous as he turned his glare on Sophia one last time before we left

interrupted smoothly, folding her hands neatly on the table. She was smiling again, that same placid smile, as if we were discussing nothing more important than the weather. "Perhaps the Luna

but the pounding in my head kept me from retorting. Edwin's

handed me off to him. I leaned into my

away, and my legs were trembling too much to resist. "Come on, little star," he said,

glimpse of Edwin, his back turned to us as he faced Sophia. The door closed behind us, blocking out his rising voice before I could hear what he

small round table while Peter prepared the coffee. A few

made it too bitter-but I sipped

after a beat of silence. "How is it that the

an answer to, little star," he said quietly. "But

wasn't so sure about that, but I

the orphanage?" I asked.

abilities,

messy hair, his expression darkening. "Nothing. Whatever she's doing with those kids, she's covering her

some of the coffee sloshing over the rim and onto the table.

it again and

time would tell,

tired to say much more. Not that there was anything to be said, anyway. All we could do was wait and strain our ears to listen to the sound of Edwin's furious voice echoing down the hallway. Finally, after what

into the breakroom with an

although we already

"Put her in solitary confinement for a couple of nights. Maybe some time alone will loosen her

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