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

Chapter 0150 Hannah

I tightened my grip on Noah's arm, my nails digging ever so slightly into his flesh as I yanked him back toward me. He stumbled slightly, an irritated frown creasing his brow as he turned to face me. "What the hell is your problem?" he snapped, trying to shrug his arm out of my grasp.

With a huff, I held my grip firm on him and led him away to a more secluded spot behind a nearby food truck that appeared to be closed for the day-its doors and windows shut and the interior dark. Practically pressing the two of us up against the cold metal, I finally whirled to face him and leveled him with a withering glare.

"You want to know what my problem is?" I echoed, arching a challenging eyebrow at him. "Why don't you. tell me what your problem is, Noah? Why are you really here with Zoe?"

He opened his mouth, no doubt to spout off some excuse or another, but I cut him off with a harsh laugh and waved my free hand dismissively, I noticed some people watching, so I quickly softened my gaze into a false smile and stroked his arm, trying to make it appear as though we were just having an intimate conversation. Noah, noticing this, did the same. "Actually, let me guess," I said with a sarcastic smile, not giving him room to speak. "You felt bad for Zoe, so you decided to take her out? Did you decide to come here because you knew I'd be here too?" I scoffed, looking away. "As if you haven't already twisted the knife enough." A muscle twitched beneath the taut skin of Noah's jaw, but he didn't deny my accusation-of course he wouldn't. He had always been Zoe's white knight, rushing to her rescue at the slightest provocation. Even when I had been laying in bed after a nasty fall, he had gone to her. Slept in her bed. "Maybe I did want to make her feel better," he growled through grit teeth that looked like nothing more than a gentle smile from afar. "You have been out with her ex-husband, after all. She's already going through enough, and now you're the one adding salt to an open wound." "Drake and I are just friends," I said with a huff. I trailed the fingers of my free hand up his chest, admittedly noticing how he shuddered as I did. "We have no interest in each other in that capacity. We never have, and we never will."

Noah narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah, well, Zoe doesn't know that."

I couldn't help the growl from rumbling somewhere deep in my throat. "Why do you care what she thinks?"

"Because," Noah said, "she's my... friend."

"Friend." I scoffed at the obvious lie. "You always put her first, you know?" I retorted, no longer able to keep the exhausted sort of bitterness from seeping into my tone. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe if you had been the one to offer to take me out to try new foods, I wouldn't have gone out with Drake in the first place?"

Noah bristled at my tone, his nostrils flaring. He leaned over me, pressing his hand into the cool metal above my head-effectively locking me in between his firm body and the food truck. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

Chapter 0150

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"That's not true, and you know it," he whispered. "I've been nothing but supportive of your recovery, Hannah. I'm the one who's been there for you every step of the way, whether you realize it or not."

"Oh, like feeding me a casserole once is enough to consider 'supportive of my recovery," I said, struggling to stifle the urge to shiver beneath his touch. "Viona is the one who has been taking me to my support group. You haven't even been around long enough to check on me at home-hell, you left me alone with stitches in my f***ing head after that fall, and I'm-

Suddenly, my mouth snapped shut like a puppet's jaw. Lalmost divulged the fact that I was pregnant, yet again; Goddess, how long could I keep up this lie