Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“Easy, love.” Regis was already at the wardrobe, efficiently retrieving a soft sweater and loose pants for me. “She can wait a few more minutes.”

He helped me dress, an act intimate enough to bring fresh heat to my cheeks, but I didn’t refuse. When I was finally presentable, he reached up to smooth my wild hair, his fingertips grazing my cheek with exquisite gentleness. “Beautiful,” he said softly, looking at me as though I were something rare and precious.

I rose on tiptoes to kiss him quickly, then before stepping away, my hands moved automatically to his shirt, carefully fastening each loose button and straightening his collar. His eyebrows rose, the smile deepening on his lips, but he said nothing, merely stood still beneath my ministrations while those ice-blue eyes watched me with unmistakable warmth.

When we finally made it downstairs and opened the door, Mira practically flew inside. “Eileen!” She threw her arms around me with enough force to make me stumble. “I was so worried about you! You haven’t answered any of my messages for a whole day!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice muffled against her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just… a lot happened.”

She pulled back to study my face, her sharp gaze sweeping over me, then Regis, then back to me. I caught the flash of understanding in her eyes, that gleam of curiosity she couldn’t quite hide, but she only said gently, “You scared me. When I heard Vane also took leave, and then you didn’t reply to me… I thought something terrible happened.”

Regis cleared his throat. “Make yourself comfortable.” He disappeared toward the kitchen.

“I need details.”

My face—

“I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Stop it,” I protested weakly, though I couldn’t suppress my smile.

Hearing her tease like this sparked something strange in me—not quite embarrassment, more like… jealousy? No, not jealousy exactly. Possessiveness. I shouldn’t have let Mira see him that way, disheveled and fresh from bed, those private moments that should belong only to me. This house was saturated with his scent, my scent, our scents intertwined in ways too intimate for others to witness.

She was my best friend, not an outsider. How could I think such things about her?

I shook my head, trying to clear these confusing thoughts. “Do you want to go to the back garden?” I suggested suddenly. “There’s a nice sunset view, and we can talk there.”

Mira nodded eagerly. “Sure! I could use some fresh air anyway.”