Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

Chapter 0093 Chapter

He knew.

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He knew exactly where to touch, which seemingly innocuous spots made my knees go weak and a needy ache bloom between my thighs. As if to prove it, Noah's hand drifted lower, his fingertips now grazing across the top of my breasts. "I know all the spots that make you tick," he murmured as his hand trailed lower, over my abdomen and toward the slight swell of my thighs. "All these years, when we had our monthly intimacy nights, you thought I wasn't paying attention..." He paused, letting his fingers rest just on my hip bone. When he spoke again, his voice was huskier than

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But I was taking notes," he finished, and then dug his fingers into my hip and pulled me flush against his body once more.

I couldn't help it-a tiny whimper slipped away from my lips as our groins pressed together, my eyelids fluttering helplessly as my head tipped back against the mirror. My body was reacting on pure muscle memory, unable to deny the instinctive response that Noah's skilled touch invoked. He was right. Even after all this time, after all the strain and hurt between us, Noah knew exactly which buttons to push to have me melting into a pile of wanting desire.

Slowly, I trailed my eyes up his hard body and toward his deep green eyes. I held his stare for a moment through my lashes, and that was when I felt it: something warm and hard pressing against my leg.

I couldn't help it. Smirking, I bucked my hips just so against him. He tried to hide it, but I could see the way his jaw clenched beneath his skin and the way his eyes rolled back when he blinked feverishly. For a moment, I allowed my eyes to slide over to the bathroom door. It was still locked, the bathroom empty except for us.

We could....

The realization was like a jolt of electricity through me. This right here-the physical intimacy we still craved from one another, the insatiable hunger that clearly had yet to be extinguished despite everything- was precisely what had gotten us into this mess in the first place. We were hopeless, the both of us.

With a harsh inhale, I wrenched my eyes open fully once more and shoved hard against Noah's chest, putting some much-needed space between our bodies

"That's enough," I hissed, shooting him a scathing glare despite the way my skin still tingled from the ghost of his touch. I smoothed down my shirt and turned back toward the mirror. "I'm not interested."

Noah blinked at me in the reflection of the mirror, his expression one of startled bewilderment at my abrupt rejection. Before he could find his words again, pulled my lipstick out and uncapped it, dragging it across my lips as I spoke.

"If you're really that desperate for some action, you'd be better off going to Zoe." The words tasted like acid on my tongue-and I knew that they were going directly against the promise I had made to Drake-

but I forced them out anyway, driven by an irrational desire to wound him the way he had wounded me with his accusations and heavy-handed seduction.

A flicker of hurt flashed across Noah's features at the low blow, quickly replaced by an icy mask o

of indifference.

"You're my wife," he bit out, his voice hard. "Not her."

I couldn't help but scoff. "Not for long."

Noah's glare hardened, his jaw clenching. Without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him with enough force to rattle the mirror behind me. I watched him go in the mirror, my shoulders slumping only once the door was fully shut. I let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly and looking upwards in order to not cry and ruin my perfect makeup. Da***it.