Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211

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I made it three steps into the room before my legs stopped working.

Not collapse–I didn’t allow myself that. Just a sudden, mechanical halt, like a clock whose gears had seized. I stood there in the middle of the floor, hands clenched at my sides, while my heart hammered against my ribs hard enough to bruise.

Breathe. Just breathe.

But breathing meant inhaling the scent I’d carried back from the dining hall. Cedar and rain. Clean and utterly devastating, because my body had recognized it in a way I couldn’t ignore.

Mate.

The word surfaced in my mind unbidden, and I shoved it down viciously. I didn’t use that word. Didn’t acknowledge that concept. It belonged to them–to wolves, to the species whose blood I’d spent years trying to deny.

But my heart was still racing. My skin still felt too tight. And somewhere deep in my chest, something pulled toward the door, toward him, with an insistence that made me want to claw my own ribcage open.

I crossed to the window and pressed my forehead against the cool glass, forcing myself to slow my breathing. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Pain helped–I bit down on my lip until I tasted copper, and the sharp sting gave me something concrete to focus on.

The moon hung fat and smug in the sky. Of course.

“Ironic,” I said aloud to the empty room. My voice came out flat, emotionless. Good. That was the goal.

I’d spent years learning to suppress this half of my blood. The wolf half. The part inherited from whichever nameless rapist had fathered me in that cage where they’d kept my mother. I’d starved it, ignored it, pretended it didn’t exist. I was a witch’s daughter. That was all.

And I’d almost convinced myself it was working.

Then Adrian Cross walked into that dining hall, and my body had reacted without my permission. Heart rate spiking. Lungs forgetting how to function properly. That pull in my chest like a fish hook lodged behind my sternum.

My body had followed wolf instincts I’d thought I’d killed.

So much for control.

I turned from the window and began unpacking my bag with mechanical efficiency. This wasn’t complicated. I’d been in worse situations and survived by staying rational. This was just another problem requiring a logical solution.

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My wolf–blood had responded to Adrian Cross as a potential mate. This was a biological reaction, not a choice. It didn’t mean anything about who I was or what I wanted–it was simply my body following its species‘ programming.

And Adrian had already chosen a mate. Morgan. A proper wolf from a proper pack, whole and uncomplicated and exactly what an Alpha should have. They were having a ceremony tomorrow to formalize it.

Logical conclusion: My body’s reaction was irrelevant. He’d made his choice. She was better suited. This was settled.

So why couldn’t I make my hands stop shaking?

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at my trembling fingers. Not from fear. From the effort of holding everything in place–keeping my breathing steady, my expression neutral, my thoughts clinical and detached.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. The Moon Goddess–if she even existed–had a vicious sense of humor.

You want to deny your wolf–blood? Here’s a mate bond to remind you what you are.

You think you can live outside our world? Let me show you that even when we try to give you something, you’re still the mongrel daughter of

rapists, still the thing that doesn’t fit.

I’d watched Morgan at dinner. Confident, warm, comfortable in her skin. She’d touched Adrian’s arm with easy affection, smiled at him

like they shared a language I’d never learn. She belonged–to him, to this world, to the simple category of “wolf.”

I was a half–breed born of violence. Of course he’d chosen her instead.

It made perfect sense. I wasn’t even angry about it.

That was the worst part. I felt… nothing. Just that cold, hollow certainty that this was exactly how it should be. Morgan represented everything I wasn’t–everything I couldn’t be even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. I’d spent too many years fighting this part of myself to

suddenly decide I wanted into their world.

But my body hadn’t asked my opinion.

A knock at the door made me straighten. I had maybe five seconds to smooth my expression before I heard Eileen’s voice.

“Nina? It’s Eileen. Morgan’s here too–we brought dessert.”

Perfect.

I stood, checked my reflection in the dark window–face blank, shoulders level, no visible tremor–and opened the door.

Eileen held a plate of honeycake. Morgan beamed at me with the kind of open warmth that should have been comforting. Behind them,

the hallway was empty.