Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

ChapterHannah

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The kiss felt like a dam had broken.

I melted into Noah's arms despite my best efforts, my fingers clutching almost desperately at the crisp fabric of his tuxedo lapels. It had been so long-far too long-since I had felt the heat of his mouth against mine.

He hadn't kissed me in what felt like an eternity; we hadn't even locked lips during our monthly intimacy nights in ages, too focused on simply getting the job done. But now...NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

A soft, broken sound escaped the back of my throat, something between a gasp and a moan m**ed by the insistent press of his lips. Thankfully, it was drowned out by the music.

Too much, it was too much. And yet, somehow, it was nowhere near enough all at once.

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Just when I thought I might actually collapse from the sheer intensity of the moment, Noah was pulling away. Not far, just enough to allow us both to breathe a little. His hands remained pressed aroun his shoulders crowding around me like a solid wall. my jaw,

My eyes fluttered open slowly, dazedly, only for the breath to catch in my lungs once more at the fiery hunger blazing in Noah's eyes. The depths of those green irises seemed to burn with a fire I hadn't seen in well, forever, if I was being honest with myself.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to lean in and taste that smoldering heat with my lips one more time for good measure, or whether I wanted to turn and run as far from this place as I possibly could.

But it didn't matter, because it seemed as though the awe-stricken crowd had decided for me. Their lovesick Luna and Alpha had just kissed in public, after all. It was quite the spectacle. "Alpha Noah! Luna Hannah! Over here, please!"

We both startled, Noah's hands falling away from me as if he had been burned as he snapped his head. toward the sound. A sharply dressed reporter was pushing her way through the crowd, and I recognized her immediately. Emily, the journalist who I had once hired.

"Could I interview the two of you?" she asked as she approached. "Just a few questions?

Noah's expression had gone carefully blank, that brief glimpse of himself tucked neatly away once more. I glanced up at him, but found nothing there. Not even a whisper of that almost feral desire that I had seen moments before. The smart thing to do would be to politely decline. After all, I had had one interview with Emily before and Noah hadn't necessarily approved.

But I knew that Noah had likely invited her here for a reason. And who was I to shy away from a little more positive press?

"I'd love to," I said, looping my arm through Noah's once more. "What do you say, Noah?"

Noah paused beside me for a split second before seeming to force himself to relax, his free hand coming

up to rest on top of mine. "That sounds nice," he said.

The three of us made our way off to the side, ignoring the curious looks of the other guests as we found a table to settle at. Noah waved over a server, who set down various drink glasses and a tray of hors d'oeuvres in the middle of the table. "So," Emily said, laying out her notepad, "this event is quite exciting, and such a last-minute affair. May I ask what the reason for celebration is?" Noah cleared his throat smoothly before I could speak. It's our anniversary."

My eyes widened. Anniversary? We had gotten married in the fall, not...

"The anniversary of our meeting." he added, shooting me a pointed glance. I paused, trying not to furrow my brow. But we hadn't met on this date. He knew that, right?

"Oh, how romantic," Emily said, jotting on her notepad, "It's so sweet that you remembered. Most couples only care about their wedding anniversary, or the date that they started going steady."

"Yes, well," I started, trying not to show how perturbed I was as I tried to gather my racing thoughts. "Noah and I are="