Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Regis

I guided Eileen through the Academy gates as dawn light spilled across the grounds, my hand steady at the small of her back. She no longer concealed the mark at her throat or suppressed my scent clinging to her skin–a declaration that twisted something fierce and protective in my chest.

Students parted before us, heads bowing in respect. “Alpha Vane.” The words rippled through the morning crowd, most voices carrying genuine warmth.

When a young Beta addressed her formally, she offered a gentle smile. “Please, just call me Eileen. Eileen’s shoulders tensed beneath my palm, but she met

his gaze with a composure that made Valdor rumble approval.

The simplicity of it–her refusal to hide behind titles, her instinct toward kindness even after yesterday’s cruelty–made my throat tighten.

At the teaching hall entrance, I allowed myself only a brief kiss to her forehead, acutely aware of the watching eyes. Through our bond, I felt her reluctance

to part, mirroring my own.

“Be safe,” I whispered. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

Her fingers tightened on my sleeve for a heartbeat before releasing. “You too.”

I watched until she disappeared into the building, pride warring with unease. The Council meeting loomed ahead, and I couldn’t shake the sense of

approaching storm.

The Council chamber felt oppressive, shadows clinging to corners despite the morning light filtering through high windows. I took my place at the head table, Kieran positioned to my right in his official capacity as my second. This wasn’t the first full session since Father had formally transferred senior Academy oversight to me–a test, he’d said, of my readiness to lead.

The elders arranged themselves in clear factions: my supporters on the left, Cornelius’s bloc to the right, with a handful of undecided voices scattered between. Cornelius himself sat directly across from me, that calculating smile never quite reaching his eyes.

Elder Marcus, who’d presided over these meetings for decades, rapped his staff against the floor. “We convene to address the disciplinary matter of students Derek Ashford and Celeste Frost, whose actions in the quad yesterday constituted assault and harassment of Luna Eileen Vane,

A flicker of satisfaction warmed my chest, quickly tempered by Cornelius’s continued silence. He was waiting, letting others exhaust their arguments before striking.

I understand Alpha Vane’s protective instincts toward his mate, Cornelius began, his tone measured and reasonable–which made it more dangerous. ‘However, we must consider whether barring them from border training is excessively harsh. This penalty delays their graduation by a full year, potentially destroying their future prospects.”

Several neutral elders shifted uncomfortably.

“Furthermore, Cornelius continued, warming to his theme, “Derek Ashford’s father has been a significant Academy benefactor. His son faces severe consequences for what was essentially a verbal altercation-

“Assault, Kieran interjected coldly. “They cornered a pregnant woman and threatened her.”

Cornelius waved a dismissive hand. “Heated words between students. Regrettable, certainly, but is it worth creating a political incident with one of our major donors?”

My claws threatened to extend beneath the table. Through our bond, I felt Eileen absorbed in her morning classes, unaware of how they were minimizing what she’d endured.

Then Cornelius played his true hand.