Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 159

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Mated to Her Alpha Instructor

Chapter 159

Eileen

The second day at the outpost began with the sharp scent of antiseptic and mountain air. Dr. Hawthorne gathered us in the main hall, outlining the daily rhythm: morning rounds, practical training, evening reviews. Cora distributed worn manuals and blank ledgers with a warning that border medicine didn’t follow textbook rules.

I nodded along, trying to focus, but everything felt slightly off. There was no warm breakfast waiting, no Regis appearing with that soft look in his eyes. My fingers drifted to my neck–the mark was less raised than yesterday, the skin beginning to smooth. Without his presence to reinforce it, the bond made his absence feel almost physical, a dull ache I couldn’t ignore.

But he was enduring the same thing, wasn’t he? Supporting my work here despite the separation. I owed it to him–to both of us–to make this count. I straightened my shoulders and refocused on learning and working.

The afternoon brought us to the practice yard, and that’s when Mira’s disaster struck.

She’d been tasked with preparing a simple clotting salve–powdered root, binding oil, heated gently until combined. I was working on my own mixture nearby when I heard her yelp.

“Uh… Eileen?”

I looked up. Mira stood frozen, staring into her mortar with an expression of pure horror. Inside was a thick, viscous sludge the color of pond algae, clinging

to the sides like medicinal tar.

Cora appeared at her shoulder, lips twitching. “Well. That would certainly seal a wound. The patient might lose some skin peeling it off, though.”

Mira groaned, covering her face. “I swear I followed the instructions!”

I set down my pestle and moved to her side, examining the mess. The brazier beneath her workspace still glowed fiercely–far too hot. “You had the heat too high, I said gently. “This kind of salve needs a slow, steady flame. If it gets too hot too fast, the oil breaks down and the powder clumps together.”

She peeked through her fingers. “Like… cooking?”

‘Exactly like cooking.” I reached for a cloth to help her clean up. “Think of it like stewing meat. High heat burns the outside before the inside cooks through.

You need low, even warmth to let everything blend.”

Her face lit with understanding. ‘Oh! I see.”

She threw her arms around me so suddenly I nearly stumbled. ‘Eileen, I’m clinging to you for dear life. You’re the only thing standing between me and a camp full of poisoned warriors.”

I laughed despite myself, steadying us both. Nina, watching from across the table, made a sound that might have been a snort of amusement. Dr. Hawthorne approached, surveying the now–cleaned workspace. “Miss Wylde,” he said thoughtfully, ‘you have a gift for teaching. You should consider mentoring someday.

The words settled into me, warm and strange. I’d spent so long thinking of myself as the one who needed help. The idea that I could guide someone else felt almost foreign–but not unwelcome.

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Chapter 159

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After finishing today’s mission, we went back to our shared quarters, and Mira collapsed onto the couch with theatrical despair. My brain is soup.”

I handed her a cup of water and settled into the chair across from her. Nina slipped past us without a word, disappearing into her room and shutting the

door softly. Mira watched her go, then leaned toward me. “Does she ever actually talk? Or is she just… permanently frozen?”

“Maybe she’s not used to people,” I murmured.

Mira sighed into her tea. “Well, at least I’ve got you.”

Her words wrapped around me like a hug, and I smiled despite the exhaustion pulling at my limbs.

Once Mira had gone to bed, I retreated to my own room and pulled out the communicator. It pulsed faintly with stored messages, and my heart gave an eager leap as I activated it.

“How was your day? Are you feeling all right?”

I smiled, tracing the script with my fingertips as if I could touch him through it. “Exhausting but good. I think I actually helped today. How are you?”

His reply came almost immediately. “Busy, but nothing I can’t handle. I’m glad you’re settling in.”

A pause, then: “I miss you.”

My throat tightened. “I miss you too. I wish you were here.”

“I’ll come see you as soon as I can manage it. Try to rest tonight, love.”

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why are the chapters duplicated?? very frustrating!

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