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

""But you're not every Alpha," I mused quietly. "Neither am I."

Noah shook his head and laughed wryly. "No, we're not Which is exactly why I wanted to do this for you. For us." He paused, his eyes searching the night sky for a moment before he turned his gaze to me once more.

"I trust you with my life, Hannah," he said, taking a step closer. "You are my mate, my love, the mother of my child... But you are also my Luna and my Beta and my Alpha wrapped into one. My partner. I'd rather have you by my side than anyone else." "Noah..." I started, but he cut me off.NôvelDrama.Org content.

"I believe in us," he said, his tone firmer now. "I believe we could create something incredible together. Something lasting. But only if you want it. I'm not going to push this on you, Hannah. It has to be your choice."

For a moment, I was silent, my mind still racing to make sense of all of this. No wonder Noah had decided to take me on this impromptu trip; he did have something special planned after all. Something very special. And now it was on me to decide just how special it would be in the end.

"Is this..." My voice caught in my throat. "Is this a proposal, then?"

Noah's lips curved into a slow, teasing smile. "Not yet. But that's coming." His smile widened as he glanced down at the document in my hands. "This is just me showing you that there is a way. If being married is what you want, then we can make it happen in a way that works for us."

He gestured toward the document with a slight tilt of his head. "So? What do you say? Are you ready to make Silvermoon and Nightcrest one? We could call it Silvercrest. Or something else. Whatever you want."

"Silvercrest..." I repeated the name softly, letting the sound of it settle in my mind. It felt right. "I... I like it," I said, smiling at the simplicity of it. "Silvercrest."

Noah's face lit up. "Really? You like it?" He sounded almost relieved, as if my approval was the final piece of the puzzle.

"It has a ring to it."

With that, he produced a pen from the pocket of his robe, his grin widening as he held it out to me. "Then all we need to do is sign. If you're ready, that is."

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the pen in his hand. This was it-the moment everything would change. Was I ready for this? Could I really step into this role, into this future we were building together?

But then I looked into Noah's eyes again, and the answer came to me as clear as day. Yes. I'd been ready for this my whole life.

Without a word, I took the pen from his hand. My fingers trembled slightly as I brought it to the document, but with a deep breath, I signed my name.

Noah followed, his signature flowing effortlessly beside mine, When he was finished, he set the pen down and took a step back as if he'd just completed surgery.

Neither of us said a word after that-the only sounds between us that of the hot tub bubbling, the crickets chirping, and our collectively held breath.

But then the enormity of what we had just done hit me like a tidal wave, and instead of fear, all I felt was pure, unbridled joy.

With a breathless laugh, I threw myself at Noah, my arms wrapping around his neck.

""Noah, I love-"

Before I could finish, the force of my impact sent him stumbling backwards. We tumbled back into the hot tub, a mess of tangled limbs and laughter.