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

The next morning, I woke with another beaming smile on my face.

My lower belly still radiated with warmth, a delicious reminder of the night's activities. We had made love well into the night after the party had ended, over and over until we were both sore.

Now, with sunlight streamed through the curtains, my eyes found my pink dress from the party hanging on the back of the closet door. It was miraculously intact despite Noah's feral passion last night. We'd hardly made it back to the room before he was growling in my ear and ripping my dress off of me.

I rolled over, reaching for him, but found his side of the bed empty and cool.

Frowning, I sat up, wrapping the sheet around me as I looked around the room. "Noah?" I called out, but there was no response.

Slipping on a robe, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, and I found Ana bustling about, cleaning up some remaining platters and bowls from the party.

"Good morning, Luna," she greeted me with a warm smile. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Morning, Ana," I replied, stifling a yawn. "Just coffee for now, thanks. Have you seen Noah?"

Ana nodded as she poured me a steaming cup. "Alpha Noah left early this morning. He didn't say where he was going, just that he had some important business to attend to."

I took the coffee gratefully, my mind instantly going to one thing: Zoe. He'd said that he would talk to her today, and I had a feeling that was exactly what he was doing now.

My heart fluttered at the thought. To think that he had actually listened to me and was taking action... It

made me love him even more.

The day passed slowly, and I didn't see Noah all afternoon. I tried to keep myself busy preparing the speech I intended to give my parents when we'd inevitably discuss combining Nightcrest and Silvermoon, but my thoughts kept drifting to him and wondering how his conversation with Zoe was going.

By the time evening rolled around, I was a bundle of nerves.

It was late when I finally heard the front door open. I jumped up from the couch where I'd been pretending to read, my heart pounding.

"Noah!" I called out, hurrying to the foyer.

There he was, looking tired but handsome as ever in his suit. I moved to kiss him, a smile spreading across my face. "I missed you today. How did everything-"

But as soon as my hands reached him, Noah shoved me away roughly, as if I'd just burned him with myPublished by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

touch.

I gasped, stumbling backward so hard that my back hit the wall.

"What the hell?!" I snarled, wincing. "Why did you do that?"

As I looked up at him, I felt a chill run down my spine. His eyes were cold and icy, nothing like the warm, loving gaze I had grown accustomed to over the past weeks. There was no trace of the man who had

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made love to me in the moonlight just hours ago.

Instead, his face was a mask of anger and... was that hatred?

It was then that I noticed the bundle of papers in his hand. My stomach dropped, a sense of dread washing over me.

With a growl, he tossed the papers onto the nearby table. They scattered across the surface, and I caught glimpses of official-looking letterheads and blocks of text.

Notice of Divorce, the papers read.

""Noah?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

His eyes met mine, cold and hard as steel.

"Sign these," he growled, "and get the hell out of my house."