Mated to Her Alpha Instructor Chapter 50

Regis

"Yes. Eileen Wylde." I met his eyes steadily. "She's carrying our child. She's wolfless, and she's been targeted because of it."

For a moment, there was only the crackle of the fire. Then he stood, his presence filling the room. "Tell me everything."

I laid out the facts with cold precision: Andrew's harassment in the woods, his vile comments about Eileen's pregnancy, her use of the spray in self-defense, and Thomas's attempt to force her into signing a false confession under threat of expulsion.

When I finished, my father's jaw was tight. "And you've confirmed she's unharmed?"

"Physically, yes. But she's terrified, Father. She's been conditioned to believe she deserves this kind of treatment."

His eyes flashed with something dangerous. "The Blackwells have overstepped."

"I need you to remove Thomas from his position," I said bluntly. "And expel Andrew. They need to understand that threatening my mate—threatening any student—will not be tolerated."

My father studied me for a long moment. "I'll admit, I've been negligent in monitoring the elders. Thomas has served for years, and I assumed his integrity remained intact. That was a mistake."

He moved to stand before me, his expression grave. "I'll support your reforms to the elder selection and removal process. Thomas will be removed, Andrew will be expelled and blacklisted, and I'll personally pressure the Board to ensure no retaliation against the victim."

Relief flooded through me, though I kept my expression controlled. "Thank you."

My father's gaze softened slightly. "As for your mate… I'm glad you've found her, Regis. When the time is right, bring her to meet us properly. I'll apologize to her myself for what she's endured here."

Something in my chest loosened. "She'll appreciate that."

He gripped my shoulder briefly. "Protect her well, Regis. And don't let this change who you are."

I nodded once, then turned to leave. As I strode back through the hall, Valdor's rage had cooled into something sharper—purpose. We would make sure Andrew and Thomas paid for what they'd done. And we would make sure Eileen never had to face that kind of cruelty alone again.

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The walk back through the Academy's administrative building felt longer than it should have, each step echoing in the dimly lit corridors as evening shadows stretched across the stone floors. My wolf was still on edge, every instinct screaming to return to Eileen, to curl around her and guard her while she slept, to make absolutely certain she was safe and protected. But I forced myself to maintain control, to focus on the path ahead. There was one more thing I needed to handle first, one more message I needed to send.

As I rounded the corner toward my office, I nearly collided with Thomas Blackwell and his son.

Thomas stepped forward immediately, his expression carefully arranged into a mask of humility that didn't reach his calculating eyes. "Coach Vane, I wanted to apologize for my son's… reckless behavior earlier. He's young and didn't fully understand the consequences of his actions. Could we perhaps discuss giving him another chance? I'm sure we can come to some reasonable arrangement—"

I stopped, meeting his gaze with cold, unwavering precision. "No."

The single word hung in the air like a blade, sharp and final.

Andrew shifted behind his father, his face partially bandaged from the defensive spray, the skin around the edges red and blistered. I could smell the lingering chemical burn mixed with medicinal salve, and Valdor rumbled with dark satisfaction at the evidence of Eileen's resistance.

But then Andrew's expression twisted with resentment and wounded pride, his lips curling into a sneer, and he spat out the words that sealed his fate: "This is all because of that bitch! A worthless waste, and she's got you wrapped around her—"

I moved before the words fully left his mouth.

My hand shot out and slammed Andrew against the wall with enough force to crack the stone, the sound echoing through the empty corridor like thunder. My fingers elongated into razor-sharp claws, pressing against his throat hard enough to draw thin lines of blood that trickled down his pale skin. My eyes burned gold as Valdor surged to the surface with a roar of primal fury, and a guttural snarl ripped from my chest.

"Say one more word about her," I growled, my voice barely recognizable, vibrating with the full weight of an Alpha's killing intent, "and I will tear out your throat."

Andrew's face went white as snow, his eyes rolling back in sheer terror.

"Mr. Vane!" Thomas's voice cracked with genuine panic, all pretense of dignity abandoned. "Please, be reasonable—he's just a boy—"

But I didn't look at him. My focus was entirely, absolutely on the pathetic excuse for a wolf trembling in my grasp, the one who had dared to threaten my mate, my *pregnant* mate, with violence and degradation. The one who had made her feel unsafe in a place that should have protected her.

Valdor wanted blood. He wanted to finish this, to eliminate the threat permanently, to send a message written in torn flesh and shattered bone that would echo through every corridor of this Academy. My claws pressed deeper, feeling Andrew's pulse hammering frantically against the points, and it would be so easy—so *satisfying*—to just—

The bond pulsed.

Soft. Warm. Exhausted but alive, resting in my office just down the hall.

*Our mate needs us calm*, I forced myself to think through the red haze. *She needs us in control.*