One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Audrey

Edwin and I emerged from the small room, his hand still resting protectively on my back. The hustle and bustle of last- minute preparations immediately hit us, assistants running back and forth, models being ushered into position, and the soft hum of the audience’s chatter drifting through the walls.

“I guess no one would have noticed our little tryst anyway,” Edwin mused under his breath with a smirk.

I glanced up at him, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. But a sound caused us both to whip our heads toward the dressing

area.

“Owww! My ankle!”

Exchanging worried glances, Edwin and I rushed toward the sound. A small group had gathered in a huddle near the back of the dressing area. In the center of the commotion was a young woman, one of the models, seated on a chair with her head in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she cried out.

I hurried over, Edwin following closely behind.

“What happened?” I asked, kneeling in front of the model. She looked up at me, her face pale, tears clinging to her lashes. “I–I twisted my ankle really bad,” she stammered, wincing as she shifted her foot slightly. “I was fine earlier, but it hurts to put any weight on it now…”

Someone behind her chimed in, “She tripped backstage. I thought she’d just shaken it off, but…”

I glanced down at her ankle, which was already beginning to swell slightly under the delicate straps of her shoe. The show was minutes from starting. Panic might have been setting in, but I couldn’t afford that luxury–not now.

I took a calming breath, tapping into that silver pool of energy inside of me. With a reassuring smile, I reached out to touch/ her ankle. “May I?” I asked.

She winced, flinching away.

“It’s alright,” I murmured. “I’ll help you.”

the model finally

touch her ankle.

flow of my healing power flow from my fingertips. It started off as a cool stream, like

in the model’s ankle release, her muscles relaxing as the pain ebbed away. She let out a low

I whispered, pulling my hand back. “Try

her foot, flexing her ankle with a look of surprise and relief on her face. Her tears began to fade

hurt anymore,” she breathed, a smile breaking

rising. “It’s what I’m here for. Now, get into place–you’re

relief from the surrounding crew was palpable, and

as

the stage manager said, clapping her hands together. “It’s go

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fell over the audience.

the first model stepped into the

by Edwin, in his classic Brooks Designs style: a matching trousers and blazer set with an oversized, masculine

to stitch everything together glimmered

arm bands making her look as if she was bound by gold threads. Her hair was long

sketches, and the dreams the

focused on the runway but his approval humming through the bond. My mother

the audience’s murmurs of appreciation grew louder, a few exclamations of awe reaching my ears as each new design was revealed. It

it was time for

around Edwin and my mother. I hoped that this piece wasn’t too out there,

nonsense.

music shifted, switching to a haunting melody as the final model stepped onto the runway. I held

the flowers and birds and rays of sunlight. But there were also the darker ones, the shadows, the scars from his past.

into the train at the back of

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