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

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I turned to head upstairs and pack my things, but then paused at the foot of the staircase. My fingers. curled around the banister, my arm trembling.

"I died and came back for you," I said softly, my voice breaking. "Now I just see it was a waste."

Noah simply shrugged, unmoved by my revelation. "There's a car waiting outside to take you to Silvermoon," he said, as if discussing the weather. "I'll give you thirty minutes to pack your shit and get the hell out." Choking back a sob, I rushed upstairs to our-no, his-bedroom. I threw open the closet, grabbing a duffel bag and shoving whatever clothes I could reach into it. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely zip it closed.

For a moment, I paused, looking up at the pink dress that he had torn off of me last night. I grit my teeth, thinking back on those minutes in the clearing when the fabric had been hiked up around my waist and he had made me howl for all of the party to hear. Now I knew that it was just an act. A... A humiliation.

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When I finally came back downstairs with one minute to spare, Noah was still waiting by the door, arms folded across his chest. Indifferent-he just looked bl***y indifferent at what he had done. At how he had treated me.

"Go to hell," I hissed, shoving past him.

Just as I reached for the doorknob, I felt Noah's hand close around my wrist. "Hannah, wait-"

I turned, startled, and went to bite into his hand, but I froze.

His eyes were wide, almost... pleading, as if there was a part of him that didn't want me to go.

Before I could react, he pulled me close and kissed me deeply. Through our Mindlink, I heard his voice, clear as day: "I love you. Only you. I promise."

Stunned, I pulled back, searching his face. "Noah, what's happening...?" I asked, hope fluttering in my

chest.

But as quickly as it had appeared, the moment of tenderness had vanished. Noah's eyes clouded with hatred once more, and he curled his lip back in a hideous sneer. And he... He laughed at me. Jeering, like I was some kind of freakshow. "Goddess, you really are an idiot," he spat, releasing my wrist as if he'd been burned.

The hope that had begun to blossom withered and died.

In that moment, something inside of me snapped.

"F***k you." I drew back my hand and slapped him across the face with all the strength I could muster. The sound echoed through the foyer like a gunshot,

Noah stumbled backward and fell against the table, sending a vase and those divorce papers flying. He

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gasped, clutching his rapidly-reddening face, his hair falling into his wide eyes.

I didn't wait to see if he would recover, I grabbed my bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind me with enough force to rattle the windows.

Outside, the night air was cool against my tear-stained cheeks. True to Noah's word, a black car was waiting at the end of the driveway. The driver stood beside it, his expression carefully neutral. "Luna," he said, inclining his head slightly as he opened the rear door for me.

I almost corrected him. I wasn't the Luna anymore.

But I couldn't find the strength. I feared that if I opened my mouth to speak, I might wind up falling to my knees in a pile right then and there.

So I shoved my bag into his hands and climbed into the car, slamming the door behind me.

My entire body trembled as the driver loaded my bag into the trunk. I buckled my seatbelt with shaking hands, rage and confusion and fear and hurt and humiliation washing over me in waves.

All of it-every moment, every look, every tender touch-had been an act.

And Noah was right: I was a fool for ever believing it. A goddamn fool.

As the driver climbed into the front seat and began to pull away from the mansion, I saw the front door open. A tall form stepped out, a pair of green eyes glowing bright in the night. I thought I saw Noah's mouth open as if calling for me, but I looked away and told the driver to keep going. I wouldn't fall for his tricks again, wouldn't humiliate myself further.

And so the facades of the place that had once been my home faded into the night.

The full moon slipped behind a cloud, and the forest went dark.