Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 57

The border inspection had run late–three skirmishes, two territorial disputes, endless reports. By the time I turned the carriage toward home, dusk had already painted the academy grounds in amber and shadow. Valdor had been restless all afternoon, a low growl of unease I’d attributed to post–patrol tension until I crossed our threshold and caught the scent.

Wrong. Everything was wrong.

Her chamomile–and–apple fragrance had taken on a sour edge–fever–sweat and distress. The house felt too quiet, and when I called her name, only silence answered. I took the stairs two at a time, Valdor snarling alarm.

Her bedroom door stood ajar. She lay curled under the blankets, still wearing her shoes, face flushed and damp. The sight hit like a blow–this stubborn girl who’d promised to rest, now burning with fever while I’d been miles away dealing with territorial disputes that suddenly seemed criminally unimportant.

I pressed my hand to her forehead. Too much heat. When her eyes fluttered open, they were glassy, unfocused.

“Regis?” Her voice came out thin. “You’re back.”

“How long have you been like this?” I kept my tone measured despite Valdor’s clawing panic. She tried to sit up, and I caught her shoulders, easing her back.

“Stay still. When did this start?”

“I’m fine. The automatic response cracked something in my chest. “Just a little warm. If I sleep it off-”

“Eileen.” I took her hand, felt how her fingers trembled, how her pulse fluttered too fast. “Please. No more pretending.”

She looked away. “I thought I could handle it.”

Why does she always push through, even when she’s hurting? I’m certain her needs have never truly been acknowledged. Was it her family who taught her to swallow pain like this? The thought made something primal in me bristle—Valdor’s growl rumbling low in my chest.

“I’m calling a healer. Don’t argue.” I was already reaching through the pack link for Thaddeus, “Your body is supporting two lives, A fever isn’t minor. Let me

take care of you.”

She subsided against the pillows, looking small and exhausted. I gripped her hand, transmitting an urgent summons. Emergency. My mate. Pregnant and

feverish. Come now.

Twenty minutes, came Thaddeus’s calm response.

I sat on the bed’s edge, not releasing her hand.

Thaddeus arrived in eighteen minutes, medical bag already in hand. The older Beta examined Bileen with professional efficiency–pulse, eyes, gentle

palpation of her abdomen. I stood by the window, giving him space while Valdor prowled anxiously.

Finally, Thaddeus straightened, his weathered face grave. Her body is consuming energy at an alarming rate–far beyond normal pregnancy demands. She’s wolfless, carrying a wolf pup. The pup requires substantial lupine energy she cannot provide. Her body is compensating by drawing from her own life force.”

I crossed back to the bed. “How serious?”

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Chapter 57

“We caught it early. But within a month, this becomes critical. His tone was clinical but concerned. The fever, exhaustion, fragility–her body is sending warnings.”

“What fixes this? My voice came out rough.

Thaddeus looked between us. “In normal pregnancies, the mother’s wolf provides necessary energy and bonds with the pup. Your mate lacks that mechanism. However, regular intimate bonding would allow your energy to flow directly to both her and the child. The pup would sense stable bonding between its parents, reducing the drain on her.”

Understanding crashed over me. “We need to complete the bond.”

“Soon.” Thaddeus’s expression was grave. “The longer you wait, the more dangerous this becomes. For a wolfless carrier, the Alpha’s energy isn’t beneficial-

it’s essential for survival.”

Eileen had gone very still, face pale except for fever flush. I reached for her hand.

“Thank you, Thaddeus. We’ll discuss it.”

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