Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

Chapter 0126 Chapter 0126 Hannah

"Hannah... Hannah..."

Noah moved on top of me, his warm member sliding back and forth with soft, gentle strokes. He cupped the nape of my neck in one hand and peppered kisses along my neck and collar bone. I arched my back away from the bed and gave in to the pleasure radiating out from my lower belly. "Oh, Noa Noah..."

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As I arched my back, I felt his lower pelvis grind gently into my c**t. He began moving slow circles, his green eyes watching me as my own began to roll back. "he said softly, his voice low and and like music to ears. "Come..." I couldn't hold it in anymore. It felt as if something in my belly exploded, throbbing heat emanating outwards. I felt every muscle pulse, ripples of cooling goosebumps trailing up and down every limb until I was certain I would go numb. "Hannah..." Noah...

Suddenly, I awoke with a start. The throbbing sensation remained, but what was left of Noah slipped away like liquid through the cracks between my fingers. He was gone-he had never been here. It had all been a dream. Well. Well, most of it, at least.

Only once the aching throb ebbed away did I finally dare to open my eyes. I was still laying in the center of my bed, my arms stretched out to either side. Something warm and pleasant had taken up residence in my panties. Something wet. I quickly sat up, feeling my cheeks flush hot beneath the sensation. Carefully, I moved my fingers down between my legs where the wetness was. When I pulled them away, they weren't red; just warm and a little sticky.

My face turned an even brighter shade of crimson as I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Turning, I let out a soft gasp when I saw the small wet spot where I had been laying.

Had the dream really been so intense, so realistic, that I had managed to have an o***m in my sleep? If the tingling in my fingers and toes was any indication, then I must have; and all at once, I felt utterly ashamed. It wasn't that the Idea of a w*** ashamed me. W***ms were common, especially among pregnant women with all those hormones raging constantly.

But to have a dream like that about Noah, the man who I had lost all love for... it felt like a betrayal.

As I jumped into the shower and quickly scrubbed away the feeling, I couldn't help but chide myself. If only I had more control, I kept thinking to myself, then maybe it wouldn't have happened. If only... If only... If only. Chapter 0126

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Somehow, by the time I got out of the shower and got dressed, I felt as though I had come to a shocking conclusion: I hadn't been strict enough with myself lately. Yes, that had to be it. And the next best thing to help regain control? ***ng breakfast.

"I'll just have a coffee," I muttered to myself as I pulled my hair back into a bun in front of the mirror. Yes, just a coffee-even though I was already trembling from a lack of food. I'd have lunch later, but for now, I needed to regain control. Control. Everything needed to be under control.

I slipped out of my bedroom and began heading down the hallway toward the kitchen, painfully trying to decide whether adding a splash of cream to my coffee would be a sin. It didn't take long before I began to convince myself that the cream wasn't necessary, that the extra calories would only make matters

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Even though my legs were shaking and my knees were buckling.

Maybe I was too lost in my head. Maybe I was thinking far too much about the d***n coffee and about the w***am to think clearly.

Maybe that was why I missed the last step.

Suddenly, just as I was thinking to myself, I'll just measure out my creamer with a half teaspoon so it's not too much, the world tilted. I felt my stomach drop and my hand shot out for the railing, but it was too late -the next thing I knew, my feet were up over my head, and.... The edge of the step connected with the back of my head and everything went black.

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I should have just had the f***g creamer.

"I gave you this second chance for a reason," her voice called out in the darkness. "I gave it to you for a reason... Do you not appreciate my gift?"

I strained my eyes, whipping my head around to find the source of the voice. "No, I... I do appreciate it! appreciate it more than anything!" I cried out.

The Moon Goddess was silent for a moment. I stopped whirling around, I think because a part of me realized that her voice was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Trying to look at her was futile.

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.Then stop treating it like a burden," she finally said. "You have to make the most of this second chance Because I won't give you a third."

When I awoke again, the first thing I noticed was the throbbing ache in my skull-like someone had cracked me upside the head with a cricket bat. Then, the next thing I noticed was the softness underneath me.

For a moment, as I collected my bearings and gathered the familiar scents of my own bedroom, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Perhaps I was waking up now for the first time all day, and that the

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entire episode with the w***t dream and the coffee creamer and the stairs had all been a nightmare.

But then I tried to turn my head and winced at the pain, and I felt the warm hand withdraw from my leg, and I knew that it had all happened. Someone had just moved me to my bed. "Hannah?"

The sound of Noah's voice floated through the void, and I finally cracked open my eyes. I found him sitting in a chair beside my bed, his chin propped in his hands as he leaned over his knees. He looked concerned, his green eyes searching my face. But he didn't touch me. Not anymore, at least. Of course he would pull away the instant I showed signs of waking up. "What... What happened?" I muttered, my voice cracked and strained.

Noah sighed and stood. "You had a nasty spill on the stairs," he said. "But you're alright. The doctor came and said that you just broke the skin. No concussion or anything."

I pursed my lips, attempting to push myself up to my elbows but ultimately failing. Even that movement felt like too much. Naturally, my hand fluttered to my belly, although Noah likely only read it as a random movement. "Was the doctor certain?" I asked.

"Positive," Noah replied. I strained my eyes against the dim light to see him already crossing toward the door.

"Noah-"

"I have to go," he interrupted, checking his watch with an air of impatience that made my stomach clench violently. "You'll be fine."