Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 11

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1 by the fox en med to my bed, curling up on my side. The one comparing mature was alcaby starting to wear off, could smart

daging bark in, wining with my own themomile like they belonged ther

They bars, I told yell firmly. We don’t belong together. He’s probably already forgotten. And run if he hasn’t, he’ll regret it the moment be reslices what I same

1 toured the mark one more time, feeling that pulse of warmth, that whinger of mine that seemed to echs from someback car in my ch

I’m sorry. I whispered to the empty room, to the stranger whone name I didn’t know, to the bond I was too afraid to adoledge. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I

by find me. I can’t let you see what I really am

Because if he but, if he locked at me with those ice–blue eyes in the clear light of day and sew the truth–saw the wollins grl who saved his life and then det um riam ber like it meant something–hed turn away. They always 64

Better to bude better to pretend it never happened. Better to let the bond fade, if it even could, than to watch him realize his mistake

1closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. Instead, I lay there in the darkness, feeling the mark pulse against my neck and trying not to think about the be locked at me in the moonlight, like I was something precious.

The weekend passed in a bar of avoidance and anxiety. I spent most of Saturday in the library, buried in textbooks I didn’t need to read, just to stay away from the biem and this worried gundes The scant dampening mixture worked, but I had to reapply it every few hours, and each time I did, I felt like a frand Like I was lading something shameful

Wad. I exped, I was

By Monday masing. I was exhausted, strung out on too little sleep and too much anxiety I dressed carefully, making sure the scarf was in place, the mitace spplied therally to every pada pet. is the morror, I looked almost normal. Tired, but normal

i could do this I could get through one day of classes, keep my head down, avoid Derek and his friends, and pretend that everything was fine.

I was almost out the doos when Mira taught me.

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The waters bens mais bon night through the mind fisk Her face seronched up apologetically–we both knew I wouldn’t have received if the më presinty by the way she always did when reminded of the unfairness I faved daily Starting raway, all heating track students have to take

My chopped “What? Why?

Betencies with the Blackthorne Pack. Apparently there ve been some incidents, and the academy wants to make sure everyone can protect Homeves the shrugged “Honestly, I think it’s a good idea. We’re so focused on healing that we’d be sitting ducks if anyone actually attacked

Whaching it? The question came out steadier than I felt.

“That the best part? Mira’s eyes lit up. The new instructor. Regis Vane. You know, the Alpha heir? He just got back from some joint training at the border, and amparvently has incredible. The senior students have been talking about him non stop. They say he’s the youngest High Combat Instructor the academy’s ever had, and he’s-

e fept talking, but I d stopped listening. My heart was pounding, my palms suddenly slick with sweat. A new instructor. An Alpha. Teaching combat vlasses starting today

It was fine. It was probably fine. There were lots of Alphas at the academy, lots of instructors. The chances of it being him were

Teen? You okay? You look really pale.”

3 forced myself to breathe. “I’m fine. Just… tired. Didn’t sleep well.”

Well, try to stay awake in class. From what I’ve heard, Instructor Vane doesn’t tolerate slacking. She grinned. “Come on, we should head to the training grounds I want to get a good spot.”

The wall across campus felt like a death march. With every step, the mark on my neck seemed to pulse harder, warmer, like it was trying to tell me sething 1 kept my hand pressed to it through the scarf, willing to be quiet, to stop drawing attention to itself.

The training grounds were on the far edge of campus, a massive open space ringed by stone benches and protected by ancient wards. By the time we arrived,

was already crowded at least a hundred healing track students milling around, chattering excitedly.

“band has wolf farm is massive, someone was saying. Like, bigger than any Alpha anyone’s ever seen.”

And his eyes–apparently they re this incredible ice blue color Like moonlight on snow.”

ice Ale

My heart stopped. No. No, it couldn’t be. It was just a coincidence. Lots of Alphas had blue eyes. It didn’t mean anything.

“Come on. Mira grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the back of the crowd. Let’s find a spot before–oh wow, is that him?

The crowd had gone quiet, parting like a wave as a figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the training ground.

I kept my head down, pretending to adjust my scarf, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.

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