Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

When did she even meet Vane? How-

The memory hit, sharp and unwelcome: Eileen in the library weeks ago, carrying a confidence I didn’t recognize. Looking at me not with admiration or hurt, but with dismissal. Like I wasn’t worth her time.

And then Alpha Vane had shown up–had taken her away. Not a coincidence. They’d been pretending in front of me.

I’d thought that scene made it look like I was bullying her, that it might catch Vane’s attention. I’d even considered making up an excuse when I got called to the office.

I’d told myself she was just putting on airs by refusing me.

But no–she’d already moved on. Moved up.

Way, way up.

My fingers tightened on the stem of my glass. She’d rejected my offer as my lover–a discreet arrangement where we could both get what we wanted without

the mess of public expectations.

And now here she was, sneaking off with an Alpha instructor in his private carriage, heading somewhere that definitely wasn’t campus.

The hypocrisy of it settled in my gut like a stone.

Everyone talked about Alpha Vane like he was some kind of saint. Honorable. Disciplined. Above the messy entanglements that trapped lesser wolves. He’d

turned down advances from half the eligible daughters in the territory, earned a reputation for being untouchable.

And yet.

He was bedding a student. A no–wolf student, no less, Someone so far beneath his station that the match would be laughable if anyone knew about it.

Which meant they were hiding it. Keeping it secret.

Just like I’d suggested with Eileen.

She’d turned me down for wanting discretion, but apparently discretion was fine as long as it came with an Alpha’s title and a family fortune. She’d just been holding out for a better offer.

I drained my wine, the bitterness on my tongue matching the taste in my thoughts.

No, I wasn’t bitter. I’d moved on. Celeste was beautiful and well–connected, Lyra was sweet and uncomplicated, and I had options.

But Eileen had made me feel small tonight. Had made me question things I’d been certain about.

And I didn’t like it.

Sooner or later, someone would notice. Someone would put the pieces together–the Alpha who suddenly smelled of chamomile and apples, the no–wolf girl who’d gone from invisible to confident overnight.

Someone would talk.

I smiled to myself as I walked back toward my dormitory, the pieces already shifting into place in my mind.

Some people wear masks their whole lives. They preach honor and restraint while indulging in secret.

But masks always slip eventually.

And when they do, the fall is so much harder.