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

Chapter 0394

Hannah

Noah held his jacket out to me, the warmth of the soft fabric all too inviting against the coldness of the room. "Here," he said softly. "To cover yourself."

I blinked owlishly at him for several long moments, my mind and my heart warring against each other. On one hand, it was so, so relieving to see a familiar face here, particularly Noah's face. But on the other hand, I hated him. I hated his very being with every fiber of my

own.

In that moment, whatever shock and excitement I'd first felt upon seeing him was quickly replaced with

rage.

Without thinking, I smacked the jacket out of his hands, the fabric landing on the floor with a soft thud.

"I don't want your filthy jacket," I spat, wrapping my arms around myself. The thin material of my robe did little to ward off the chill of the space, but I would be damned if I deigned to accept anything from him.

Noah sighed as he stooped to pick up the discarded garment. He straightened, dusting it off and stepping toward me. "Hannah, please. You're practically naked, and it's freezing in here. I'm just trying to help-"

But I was already turning away, my bare feet slapping against the cold tile as I stormed over to the door. Guard!" I called out, banging on the hard steel. "Take me back to my cell! I want a real lawyer!"

The guard didn't come. Suddenly, Noah's hand caught my arm. His touch sent an unwelcome jolt through me, a mix of familiar comfort and burning betrayal. I yanked away as if burned, my skin tingling where his fingers had been. "Gua-"

"Hannah, wait," he cut me off, his voice low and urgent. "Your father called me. I'm here to help you."

I whirled around, fury bubbling up inside of me like molten lava at that. "My father called you? Why the hell would he do that? He should have called an actual lawyer, not... not you!"

I grit my teeth, thinking back on the night my daughter had been born-the way that my father had asked if we should call Noah. The hopelessly romantic bastard... Didn't he know that I despised my ex-husband? I would have words with him once I got out of here, that was for sure.

Noah ran a hand through his hair, a gesture so familiar it made my chest ache with memories I had tried so hard to bury. Dammit. I had to look away to hide the sudden flush creeping up my neck.

"He thought I might be able to help more than a regular lawyer," Noah explained. "As an Alpha-"

"Ha! As an Alpha," I cut him off ruefully, my voice dripping with sarcasm. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. "Right. Because that title means so much when it comes to me, a woman, doesn't it? When I'm the one being dragged out of my home in my robe? Away from my baby? Being leered at like I'm a piece of steak?"

His eyes, those damn forest green eyes that Melody had inherited, widened. They were so full of concern. It made it hard to maintain my anger, but I clung to it like a lifeline. I knew he was full of shit. He was likely

just here to mock me, to

"Hannah, please," he pleaded. "Just tell me what happened so I can help you."

The whirling thoughts in my head suddenly stopped.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Was he...?

I wanted to refuse, to tell him to go to hell, to tell him that I saw right through his ruse. But something in his gaze made me hesitate. The last time I saw him, he had looked so... harsh. Aloof. Calculating. But now Against my better judgment, I found myself speaking.

"Fine. If you want the story, then here it is: Alpha David tried to force himself on me last night," I said. The memory of David's filthy hands on me, his alcohol-laced breath hot on my neck, made me shudder. But ! controlled myself and continued, "So I beat the shit out of him. That's why I'm here."

Noah's expression darkened for a moment, a flash of anger crossing his features before a small, proud smirk tugged at his lips. "You beat him up? On your own?"

Despite myself, I felt a flicker of satisfaction at his reaction. "Yes, I did. And now I'm here, arrested for defending myself. Because apparently, that's what happens when you're a female Alpha."

Noah nodded, his face growing serious again. "This is clearly a case of self-defense, Hannah. I can help you. As an Alpha, I have enough power to get you out of trouble. One word from me and you would be freed."

The injustice of it all felt like a knife in my gut. Noah could swoop in here and save the day, and meanwhile, my word as an Alpha had been completely disregarded.

"It's not fair," I muttered, more to myself than to him.

"I know it's not," Noah said softly, taking a step closer. "But Hannah, Melody needs you. This is the fastest way to get you home to her. Just let me help you."

At the mention of my daughter, I felt my resolve weaken ever so slightly. I could almost hear her cries, feel her tiny body in my arms. But then I remembered everything Noah had done, how he had accused me of cheating, how he had doubted Melody was even his Anger flared anew, hot and sharp in my chest. To hell with his so-called 'help'. I didn't want it.

"Keep her name out of your mouth," I said firmly, turning away from him. "I'd rather rot in a cell than accept help from you. You'll just use it against me to get Melody anyway. That's why you're here, isn't it? To get leverage to bring her back to Nightcrest now that you know she's your true heir?"

"Hannah, I won't-"

"Save it," I cut him off, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. "I don't believe you. Thank you for coming, but I'll handle this myself." I strode over to the door again, raising my fist to bang on it. Where was this damn guard, anyway?!

But before I could reach the door, Noah was there. In one swift motion, he spun me around and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was desperate, urgent, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. His lips were warm and familiar, and...

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel his breath, warm and quick, fanning across my face.

"Hannah," he whispered, his voice so low I could barely hear it over the buzzing fluorescent lights and my own racing heart. "I remember. I remember..."

Before I could process his words, he was kissing me again. My eyes widened in shock, my mind reeling as his lips moved against mine.

What did he mean, he remembered? Remembered what?