One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 276

Edwin

It was a quiet day at the estate. The first touches of winter were reaching the barren treetops outside, the scent of cold air permeating the house.

I’d needed a little time to myself, so I had made an impromptu weekend trip out here. Audrey had decided to stay at the apartment, claiming that she still had more work to do for the fashion show on Monday. But really, I knew she was just agonizing over tiny details.

Not that I minded a little time alone.

I stood in the exercise room, staring blankly at the punching bag in front of me. Did I really want to do this?

It felt dangerous to get back into boxing, especially without Audrey here to ground me. But since I’d gotten here last night, I couldn’t stop feeling the pull to my boxing gloves. I think that was really why I came, after all.

Like my body was yearning for the sort of release that only the punching bag could give me. And I think even Audrey knew that, which was really why she hadn’t come.

“Alright,” I muttered under my breath, slipping the gloves on and flexing my hands beneath the leather. “Let’s see if I remember how this goes.”

I started with a few hesitant jabs, pulling each punch. The bag barely moved, and inside, I felt my wolf growling annoyedly at my weakness.

Sighing, I took a step back, rolled my shoulders, and let out a slow breath. Memories surfaced, unbidden–the endless hours I’d spent in the gym when I was younger, trying to impress a father who only saw what he wanted to see. A strong son. An obedient son. An angry, cruel son.

A son just like him.

I gritted my teeth, pushing those thoughts away, and landed a harder punch. The bag jolted back. So did I. The sting in my knuckles wasn’t something I had missed much over the years, but it woke something up inside of me.

Before I knew it, one punch was turning into another, and another. The world outside the gym faded away; it was just me and that old punching bag and nothing else.

As the flow came back, I felt it–the energy, the intensity, that spark that had always been there. And with it came the part of me I had buried for so long; the bright–eyed kid who just wanted to fight and impress his father.

Only this time, I didn’t care if I impressed him. I was almost glad that I had never filled the mold he wanted me to fill so badly.

the chain vibrating with the impact. I stood

standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a small

tugging off my gloves. “The hell are you

in you,”

a short nod as I grabbed my water bottle. “I guess it’s like

my chin, then

Charles told me you were here,” he said. “Someone wants to talk to

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stepped aside. Another figure stepped into view:

Malakai.

to do with my workout. Malakai–the middle brother with a heart of ice. The one who had never stood up against our parents, not even when it might have made a real difference. The brother who always remained silent, often doing our parents‘

you doing

shifted on his feet, looking

came to talk,” he said quietly,

“Just to talk.

here at our father’s request–likely trying to convince me and Audrey to ‘forgive‘ our father. Which we were definitely

sensing my trepidation, shook his

us upstairs to the kitchen. I kicked my sneakers off by the

Yeah,” Malakai said. “Coffee would

kept it bitter, just in case Malakai was here to stir up

couldn’t bear to look at me. Although whether that was from fear, indignation, or something else, I couldn’t

seemed to settle on staring at

started, his voice hoarse. “I know I’ve been… a bastard. A coward. I don’t expect you to

arms crossed over my chest. “Then why

never stood up to

off, shaking his head. “I stayed in line because I was afraid of what happened to you happening to me. But

hung between us, raw and heavy. I glanced at

changed?” I blurted out, honestly still waiting for him to drop some

Malakai looked back at me, his eyes filled