Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 97

Eileen

The library smelled of old parchment, dust motes dancing in the thin beam of moonlight that filtered through the high windows. I’d been here for hours, cross–referencing the plague chronicle against Professor Ward’s field notes, my fingers cramped from copying formulas and my eyes burning from squinting at faded ink.

But I’d done it.

The formula sat finished on the workbench before me. According to the chronicle, it had to be prepared during the two days leading up to the full moon, as

lunar energy surged toward its peak. Now, with less than twenty–four hours remaining, the final window was closing fast.

I checked the proportions one final time, my heart hammering. The recipe warned that dosage errors could trigger violent reactions in the patient, but it was explicit: without treatment, the parasitic infection would consume its host within days.

Marcus had maybe three days left.

My hands trembled slightly as I sealed the preparation jar. This could work. It had to work. Not just for the warriors, but for every soul counting on me to prove I belonged here–that a wolfless healer could stand among them and contribute something real.

Through the bond, I felt Regis’s steady presence like an anchor. Even across campus his calm confidence reached me. I let it settle my racing pulse before sending a message to him.

[I did it. I found the cure.]

The response came immediately, warm and fierce. [Of course you did, little wolf. I never doubted.]

My throat tightened. Two weeks ago, I would’ve been terrified to claim such confidence. Now, wrapped in his absolute faith, I let myself believe.

[Will you… could you come see? When the testing happens?] I bit my lip, suddenly uncertain. [I know you’re busy, but I wanted-]

[I want to be there.] His mental voice was firm, brooking no argument. (I’ll arrange it. When?]

[Tomorrow afternoon. Professor Ward approved the first trial on Marcus.

I smiled despite my nerves, tucking the formula carefully into my satchel. Tomorrow would prove everything, I had someone who believed I could do this

“I know the risks. I met her gaze. “But he’ll die anyway without intervention. At least this gives him a chance.”

She studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Very well. You have authorization to proceed with supervised testing. But Miss Wylde–this is your responsibility. If there are adverse effects…”

I accept full responsibility, Professor.”

The words felt heavy leaving my mouth, but they were true. I’d chosen this path. Whatever came next was mine to own.

The healing ward buzzed with tension when I arrived that afternoon. Word had spread about the experimental treatment, and what seemed like half the combat division had crammed into the observation area. Through the glass partition, I could see Marcus’s gaunt face, his breathing shallow, the blackened infection spreading like roots up his arm.

My stomach churned, but I forced myself forward.

Mira squeezed my hand once before I entered the treatment room, her grip fierce with encouragement. “You’ve got this. Remember–you saved an Alpha. You can save them too.”