Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 25

Eileen

I turned, my heart sinking, and found her holding out her hand expectantly.

‘Leave some money for Gareth’s training fees,” she said. “They’ve gone up this term, and we’re a bit short.”

I stared at her, my throat tight, and then slowly reached into my bag and pulled out the small pouch of coins I’d been saving. I counted

out what I could spare, leaving just enough for the fare and the healer’s fee, and placed it in her palm.

She glanced at the coins, her mouth tightening. “Is that all?”

“It’s all I have,” I said quietly.

She made a dismissive sound and waved me away, and I turned and walked out of the house without looking back.

As the door closed behind me, I heard her voice, faint but unmistakable: “She could have left more.”

I didn’t cry. I didn’t even feel angry. I just felt… empty.

The clinic was exactly as I remembered it—a small, weathered building on the outskirts of the town near the academy, tucked between a blacksmith’s shop and a weaver’s stall.

Inside, the air smelled of herbs and old wood, and a middle–aged Beta healer looked up from her desk as I entered, her expression kind but weary.

“Can I help you, dear?”

I swallowed hard, my hands twisting together in front of me. “I… I need to be examined. I think I might be… I mean, I need to know if

I’m…

She nodded, understanding immediately, and gestured for me to sit. “Come. Let’s take a look.”

I followed her to a small side room, where she had me sit on a low wooden bench while she moved to a shelf lined with bottles and jars. She brought out a shallow glass dish and a small vial of clear, faintly luminous liquid–moonflower essence, I recognized it from the medical texts. When mixed with a pregnant she wolf’s blood, it would glow silver–blue.

“I’ll need a drop of your blood,” she said gently, holding up a small needle. “Just a prick.”

I held out my hand, unable to speak, and watched as she pricked my fingertip. A single drop of blood fell into the dish, swirling through the liquid in faint red tendrils.

For a moment, nothing happened.

And then–slowly, impossibly–the liquid began to glow.

It started as a faint shimmer, barely visible, but within seconds the light intensified, spreading through the dish in soft, pulsing waves of silvery blue that illuminated the healer’s face.

Two choices. Both impossible.

If I terminated the pregnancy, I would need to explain the recovery time to the academy, to my family. I would have to lie, and even then, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. The thought of ending this–this tiny, fragile thing that was somehow mine and his—made my

chest ache with a pain so sharp it tended my breath ext

But if I key Hood wedd be expetted. 1 would twee everything I’d worked for 1 would be cast not by my family, scorned by the pack. And f would be raising a child alone, with no resources, no support, no future.

1 pressed my hands to my stomach, feeling the faint warmth there, and closed my eyes,

What do I do?

The only answer that came was the one 14 been trying to wvold, the one that terrified me more than anything else.

i would have to tell him.

I would have to tell Regis

And I had no idea how