Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Eileen

When we arrived, Regis stepped down first and offered his hand. His grip was firm but careful, guiding me from the carriage. His palm lingered at my waist

for a heartbeat longer than necessary, as if making sure I was steady before letting go.

The ride had lulled me into a quiet haze. Lately, I’d been tiring more easily–sometimes even feeling a faint dizziness that came without warning.

The warmth of the house wrapped around us as we stepped inside, chasing away the chill from outside. I felt much better and wanted to say something to

prove I wasn’t just someone to be looked after.

“I can help with dinner,” I said quietly, but with intent. I’d been thinking about it since our last meal; I couldn’t keep letting him do everything on his own.

Regis shook his head with a gentle smile, hanging up his coat. “You’ve been in classes all day. That’s exhausting enough.” He took my bag from my shoulder without asking, setting it neatly on the side table. “Rest for now. If you enjoy cooking, there’ll be plenty of chances later.”

For a moment, I hesitated. I’d wanted to prove I could contribute, to show I wasn’t just taking up space here. But the way he spoke–quiet, certain, as if my well–being mattered more than the work–made the protest die on my lips.

The care in his voice wrapped around me like a blanket, unfamiliar yet comforting.

“Alright, I agreed softly, turning toward the stairs.

But I’d barely made it halfway up the stairs when the world tilted sickeningly. My vision darkened at the edges, the wooden banister suddenly the only solid thing in a spinning universe. My breath came short and sharp, my heart hammering against my ribs as if trying to escape. I grabbed the railing with both hands, my knuckles white, my legs trembling as they struggled to support my weight,

“Eileen?” Regis’s voice came from behind, sharp with concern. “What’s wrong?”

I opened my mouth to answer, to say I was fine, but the words wouldn’t come. The stairs beneath my feet felt less stable than water, and I could feel myself swaying despite my death grip on the banister.

Then he was there, taking the stairs two at a time. “Easy,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, soothing tone that always seemed to cut through my panic. “I’ve got you. Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”

“Dizzy, I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. ‘Everything’s… spinning.”

His hand came to rest on my back, warm and steady through the fabric of my dress. Alright. I’m going to pick you up now, is that okay?

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and then his arms were around me one supporting my back, the other sliding beneath my knees. He lifted me as easily as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest, and the world steadied slightly at his touch. The bond hummed with his sudden spike of alarm and fierce protectiveness.

*Just breathe,” he murmured, already moving up the stairs with that careful urgency that maile me feel both protected and fragile. Slow, deep breaths. Focus on my voice.”

His chest was solid and warm beneath my cheek, and I could feel his heart beating fast–faster than usual, driven by worry. The scent of him surrounded me. that mix of cedar and mint that my body recognized as safe, as home, as mate. Some instinct I didn’t quite understand made me want to burrow closer, to: press my face against his throat and just… breathe him in.

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2:39 pm

Chapter 52

I felt his body go rigid for just a heartbeat, a tension that sang through the bond, before he forced himself to focus on getting me to the bedroom. He

shouldered open my door and laid me gently on the bed.

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