Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 18

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we umelor complete the bound couldn’t hire him back–the mark started to fade within two weeks. The Beta felt the incompleteness, the rably then hem half and with frustration and pain Eventually, he told her… Kieran’s jaw tightened. He told her that if she couldn’t hold his mark, the bid him either the tch the pack after that My mother said she probably died alone in some border town, too broken to ever try again.”

The word embed file stones in my gut. I turned away, gripping the windowsill hard enough that my knuckles went white.

Valdor snarled in my mind. Never abandon her. Never.

brem what my re thinking. I said quietly. And you’re right. I won’t be like that Beta. I won’t,”

Then whats this about? Kieran pushed off the door, came to stand beside me. ‘Regis, talk to me. What’s going on?”

So tell him. About the forest, about the girl who’d saved me, about finding her here–a student, wolfless, terrified. About the mark I’d left on her throat and the way she’d tried to hide it with herbs and scarves. About the conversation that had just ended with her running from my office in tears.

Eser listened without interrupting, his expression growing more serious with every word. When I finished, he was quiet for a long time.

“She’s your true mate, he said finally. It wasn’t a question.

“And she thinks you want to reject her.”

Bir exhaled slowly, shook his head. “Then maybe the mark fading is a blessing, Regis. If it disappears completely, you can start over. Approach her as just another instructor, earn her trust, let her see who you really are without the weight of an accidental bond hanging over both of you.”

I wanted to argue, wanted to insist that the bond was sacred and shouldn’t be erased. But Valdor, surprisingly, was silent–listening, considering.

You then I should let it fade, I said slowly, “Pretend it never happened.”

Tis Kansas’s voice was firm. I think you should let it fade so she doesn’t feel trapped. So when you pursue her–and you will pursue her, I know you–shell beats because you want her, not because some primal instinct is forcing your hand. He paused. “But before that, you need to make sure she

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thing you never wanted to reject her. Not for a second.”

The truth of it settled sover me like a weight. He was right. If Fileen believed I saw her as a burden, as a mistake, then nothing I did afterward would matter. The damage would be done.

1 pulled out say communicator, stared at the blank screen Typed a message, deleted it. Tried again.

Too formal, Valdor muttered Shell think you’re just being polite.

I tried a third time. A fourth. Each version felt wrong too cold, too desperate, too much or not enough.

Finally, I forced myself to stop overthinking and just wrote what I needed her to know:

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tive to times on the bowering over the send button. Then, before I could second guess myself again. I pressed it.

The vanished into the ether. I set the communicator down on my desk, stared at it as if I could will a response into existence.

Back to Valdem said, but he sounded uncertain. Won’t she?

rm, I admitted quietly. But I have to give her the choice. Even if it kills me.”

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