Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 48

The sheets were tangled around my legs, evidence of a restless night spent fighting the pull of the bond and the insistent growl of Valdor in my mind. Go to her. Touch her again. Claim what’s ours. My wolf had been relentless since that moment in the carriage when I’d let myself brush the corner of her mouth,

when I’d tasted that tiny crumb of bread as if it were something precious.

It had been precious. Because it had been hers.

I could still feel it–the softness of her lip, the warmth of her breath, the way her scent had shifted in that instant, chamomile sweetening with a trace of desire that had nearly undone me. Through the bond I’d felt her response, the flutter of her pulse, the heat that had flooded through her small body.

And I’d wanted more. Goddess help me, I’d wanted so much more.

Valdor snarled in my mind, pushing against my control. Ours. Go to her. Mark her properly. Make her understand she belongs to us.

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, forcing myself to breathe slowly, to think rationally through the haze of want. There were reasons–good reasons–why I couldn’t simply go to her room right now, why I couldn’t give in to the primal urge that had kept me awake half the night.

She’s pregnant. The thought steadied me even as it made Valdor whine with protective need. Her body was fragile right now, carrying our pup in those :rucial early weeks. Any excessive intimacy could put them both at risk. My Alpha instincts screamed at me to protect her, which meant keeping my hands

o myself no matter how much it cost me.

And then there was the matter of the mark–or rather, what would happen if I marked her now. Her wolf–less body couldn’t sustain a claiming bite. If I gave n to instinct and marked her neck, she’d watch it fade within days, watch physical proof of our bond vanish from her skin. It would only confirm what she lready believed: that she wasn’t enough, that even a mark couldn’t stay on someone like her.

That would destroy her, I thought, my jaw clenching. I won’t do that to her.

There was also the undeniable fact that I was her instructor. The power imbalance was real, dangerous. I refused to use my position or my Alpha presence to

wressure her into anything, even if the bond hummed between us with mutual want.

Wait. I had to wait until she was ready, until her body was stronger, until the timing was right. Until she truly wanted this–wanted me–not just because of

he bond or because she felt she had no other choice.

The logic was sound. The restraint required to follow it was excruciating.

threw off the covers and headed for the bathroom, turning the shower to its coldest setting. The icy water hit my overheated skin like a shock, and I stood ander the spray with my head tilted back, letting it wash over my face and chest. My muscles tensed against the cold, every nerve ending screaming in protest, but I stayed there until my teeth chattered, until the desperate edge of need dulled to something I could control.

This was the second cold shower in as many days. Last night Id stood under freezing water for nearly twenty minutes, trying to banish the scent of het hom my senses, the memory of her sleeping just down the hall. The bond had transmitted her dreams Iragmented, restless and the knowledge that she was so :lose yet untouchable had been torture.

When I finally emerged, wrapped in a towel and staring at my reflection in the fogged mirror, I could still see the faint silver glow at the edges of my irises -Valdor’s frustration bleeding through despite my efforts at control. The beast wanted out, wanted to go to her, wanted to make her understand in the most primal way possible that she was ours.

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