Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah)

Hannah

"Is this... a sex contract?" Noah lifted his gaze, looking up at me with a hint of amusement behind his eyes.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I swallowed hard and looked away. "Yes." "Why...?"

"I've been thinking about what you said, about the need for regular... release during pregnancy," I explained. "And I believe you might be right about its benefits for my health."

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as Noah continued to stare amusedly at me, but I forced myself

to maintain a neutral expression. I clasped my hands behind my back to hide the fact that they were trembling slightly, although I knew he could tell. He could always tell.

"I'm willing to give such an arrangement a shot for our baby's health," I continued with surprising calmness. "But I want to lay down some ground rules first."

Noah leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. He slowly, almost painstakingly, set the contract down on the desk. "Alright. I'm all ears," he said, his tone carefully neutral.

I cleared my throat, pointing to a paragraph on the first page of the contract. "For example, I want to ensure that you will not use this... arrangement against me when the divorce comes. So you must sign to promise that you will not, under any circumstances, bring up our arrangement during divorce court."

Noah nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. For a few moments, he said nothing, the only sound between us that of his fingers drumming on the arm of his chair.

"Hm. That seems fair," he finally said after what felt like an eternity. "I have no intention of using this against you, Hannah, but if it makes you feel better, I'll sign off on that."

"Good. Furthermore," I continued, my voice gaining a little bit of strength, "I don't want this to impede on our daily two hours together. Those two hours are meant to be used for things like shopping for baby supplies, going to appointments, and having meals together to ensure that I'm getting all the nutrients I need. Not sex."

"Understood," Noah said, his lips quirking up into the smallest of smiles. "Anything else?"

I gestured to the contract, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. "There are other things in there, which you are welcome to read yourself. But those are just some examples."

Noah picked up the contract again, his eyes scanning the pages more carefully this time. The rustle of paper seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. After a few minutes, he looked up at me, his expression unreadable.

"Okay. I'll sign it," he said, "but under one condition."

I felt my stomach clench, my newfound confidence wavering. "What condition?" I asked, trying not to sound too begrudging.

He tossed the contract back onto the desk so that it slid in my direction. "I want you to add an amendment stating that we will share a bedroom from now on."

I blinked, taken aback. The request was so unexpected that for a moment, I was sure I had misheard him. "What? Why?" I managed to stammer out.

Noah leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. The movement brought his face closer to mine, and I could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, tiny wildfires in the forest.

"I have my own needs, Hannah," he said gruffly. "I'm tired of sleeping in the guest bedroom, which doesn't have as nice furnishings or as nice of an en suite bathroom. I want to sleep in the master bedroom, which has a bigger and softer bed that will be better for my back." I frowned. "We can just swap bedrooms if that's the issue."

"It's not just that," Noah said, his voice softening ever so slightly. "I also want to do this because I want to be in the same room in case you need me at any point during the night. I would feel safer having you close by. If you we