Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 201

Mated to Her Alpha Instructor

Chapter 201

Regis

The forest path unrolled beneath my horse’s hooves in an endless ribbon of moonlit silver and shadow. I’d been riding for three hours straight since leaving the academy, my mind replaying every moment of Father’s interrogation of Cornelius–the way the old bastard’s face had crumbled when confronted with evidence of his conspiracy, how his hands had shaken as he’d surrendered those damning letters about Silas’s “special action” planned for the full moon.

Two weeks. We had two weeks to find Silas before whatever twisted plan he’d concocted came to fruition.

Through the mate bond, I felt Eileen sleeping peacefully back at the medical station, her presence a warm steady pulse against my ribs. The connection had grown stronger since. Even now, miles away and riding through darkness, I could sense her contentment, the way our child’s presence had settled into something she no longer fought against but drew strength from instead.

Valdor stirred beneath my skin, my wolf’s consciousness brushing against mine with impatient hunger. See our mate. Now.

Soon, I promised silently, though my own instincts screamed the same demand. Every hour away from Eileen felt like abandoning my post, leaving her vulnerable despite Kieran’s patrols and the medical station’s fortifications.

The night air carried early spring’s bite, cold enough to frost my breath but lacking winter’s brutal edge. I inhaled deeply, automatically cataloging scents–pine resin, damp earth, the musky trail of deer that had passed hours ago. Then something else threaded through the familiar forest perfume, so faint I almost dismissed it.

Blood. Old blood, mixed with infection and the acrid chemical signature of fear.

I moved quickly, tearing strips from my cloak to bind the worst wounds. The injuries were hours old–vicious tears across shoulder and throat, half–healed by werewolf physiology but badly infected. Rogue wolves didn’t clean their fangs, and bacteria from rotted meat festered in every bite.

Mate will fix, Valdor rumbled with absolute certainty as I lifted Owen carefully onto my horse. Mate fixes everything.

The thought brought an involuntary smile despite the circumstances. Valdor’s faith in Eileen bordered on religious fervor, and honestly, I couldn’t argue. She’d saved my life in that forest months ago when I’d been the one lying half–dead and bleeding. Now she’d save Owen’s too, because that was simply who she was–a healer down to her bones, incapable of turning away from someone in need.

As my horse carried us toward the medical station at a controlled canter, pieces clicked into place. Adrian was holding a Luna ceremony–finally completing the mate bond with Morgan Reid after two years of circling each other like wary combatants. The invitation, delivered by Owen himself rather than a simple courier, spoke to the ceremony’s significance.

Under normal circumstances, I would have accepted without hesitation. The chance to strengthen our alliance, to celebrate a friend’s joy, held obvious value both political and personal. I genuinely liked Adrian, respected the steady way he led Northridge Pack into prosperity while maintaining fierce military readiness.