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 there, breathing hard, feeling a little

the

gloves.

had it in you,” he said, sounding a little

guess it’s like riding a bike. You

deep chug, water dribbling down my chin,

Charles told me you were here,” he said.

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answer, Peter stepped aside. Another figure stepped into view: taller and

Malakai.

heart pounded in my chest, but it had nothing 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

you doing here?” I finally

shifted on his

talk,” he said

“Just to talk.

from him. He had to have been here at our father’s request–likely trying to convince me and Audrey to

trepidation, shook his head. “Just hear

kicked my sneakers

said. “Coffee

our hands. I kept it bitter, just in case Malakai was here to stir up more shit. It burned

if he couldn’t bear to look at me. Although whether that was from fear, indignation, or something else, I couldn’t be sure. I just stared

to settle on staring at

don’t deserve anything from either of your he started, his voice hoarse.

my chair, arms crossed over my chest. “Then why are you

know why I never did anything. Why I never stood up

of them–of Dad, especially. The way Mom tormented us…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I stayed in line because I was afraid of what happened to you happening

words hung between us, raw and heavy. I glanced at Peter, who just

blurted out, honestly still waiting for him to drop some hammer on me–maybe ask for money or

eyes filled