Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

Chapter 0087 Chapter 0087 Noah

Noah strode out of the conference room, his face set in a stern mask as he tugged at the cuffs of his suit jacket. The meeting with the foreign diplomats had been grueling, every little movement having to be as calculated and precise as the last. Just another day in the life of the Alpha, he mused, rolling his broad shoulders to work out the lingering tension.

His phone chimed in his pocket, prompting him to fish it out and glance at the screen. It was a message from Scott-and from the looks of the brief line of text, it was a matter of some urgency. "Need to see you ASAP. Meet at your office?" Noah's brow furrowed slightly at the cryptic text, but he didn't hesitate in tapping out an affirmative response. If his Beta and half-brother felt the need to meet in person rather than simply relaying whatever issue had arisen, he knew that it must be delicate in nature. Not even an hour later, Noah was striding up to to the front door of his office away from home. Scott was already waiting for him there, and rose from the small bench just outside the door to greet him as he approached. "What's going on?" Noah asked without preamble as he unlocked the door to his office and swung it open. "This have anything to do with that commerce situation we discussed last week? The topic was mentioned at my meeting."

To his surprise, Scott shook his head grimly and followed him into the office. "I wish it was something that simple." He paused, pulling out his phone and tapping at the screen a few times before extending it toward Noah, "Here. Take a look at these." Noah frowned, but took the phone and began swiping through what appeared to be a series of high-resolution photographs.

His eyes widened ever so slightly as the images slowly registered-a sleek black motorcycle idling at the curb, the rider's jacket and helmet unmistakable despite the clear attempt at concealing their identity- Drake. Anyone who knew who Drake was could tell. And wrapped intimately around the rider's torso... was Hannah.

A muscle ticked in Noah's jaw as he flicked to the next photo, then the next, his chest constricting painfully at the sight of them. Hannah's arms were wrapped tightly around Drake, her body molded to his frame.

Her breasts were pushed up against his back, and although her face was obstructed by the dark visor of her helmet, her expression wasn't necessary, their close proximity spoke volumes.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

in a few of the shots, they appeared to be stopped at some kind of scenic overlook. Hannah had her helmet off now, and was turned, facing Drake with one hand on his shoulder.

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were sent over by some paparazzi agency just a little while ago," Scott said as Noah scrolled through the photos.

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"Have they posted them yet?" Noah asked, handing the phone back.

Scott shook his head. "Thankfully, no. But they are looking to sell the whole set for a pretty hefty sum... otherwise, I would wager those pictures will be hitting the front pages any day now. Along with whatever twisted narrative they want to spin about Hannah and Drake." Noah felt his stomach twist at the implication in Scott's tone. He had warned Hannah, and now....

Goddess, Drake probably had this planned all along. He wanted to make Noah look like a cuck. He was sure of it

But Noah wasn't about to let that happen.

"How much do they want for the pictures?" Noah asked simply, casually straightening his cuff links and sitting down behind his glass-topped desk.

Scott quirked an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Noah's willingness to even entertain the idea of paying off the shady agency.

"A pretty hefty sum," he repeated gruffly. "Six figures.

A hard laugh twisted Noah's lips at that, although it contained no real humor. "Fine. Get them on the line. Tell them I'll pay whatever they want for the entire set, no questions asked." His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching.

"Just so long as this doesn't get out."

"You're e sure?" Scott asked.

"Don't question me."

"Alright."

With that, Scott turned and left, already raising his phone to his ear to contact the agency. Noah watched him

go, and only once he was finally alone did he slam his hand flat down onto the glass top of his desk. #

What the hell were Hannah and Drake playing at, gallivanting around with each other where anyone could see? Letting things drift so far into dangerous territory that the paparazzi was now involved? The move reeked of recklessness and disrespect, a blatant disregard for the position Hannah held.

More than that, though, it stung his pride in a way Noah hadn't anticipated. He was her husband-yet Hannah had been so quick to cozy up to another, to allow that level of casual intimacy to transpire behind his back. It didn't matter that things between them had grown so painfully strained of late, that a divorce was impending.

That was no excuse. Dancing with random men at a party was one thing, but this....

This was too far. Noah needed to speak to Hannah immediately. He needed to set her straight.

By the time Noah reached Hannah's office back at the mansion-a small, chaotic little room that she most often used for reading, writing in her journal, and answering the odd email, although she had been using it more lately with her sudden interest in Luna duties-the anger working its way through his veins had turned into full-on fury.

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ChapterWithout knocking, he simply turned the handle and shoved his way inside, his narrowed gaze seeking out his wife.

It didn't take long to locate her. Hannah was seated at her desk... immediately

Her chin was resting on her folded arms and her long chestnut hair was splayed in silky disarray across the scattered documents surrounding her. She was fast asleep, her features relaxed and exquisitely peaceful in the golden afternoon light filtering through the windows. Noah's steps slowed despite himself, his breath catching ever so slightly in his throat as he looked down at her.

With the hard mask of bitterness and condescension that she typically wore stripped away in sleep, Hannah looked... innocent. Youthful and unbearably lovely, a stark contrast to the hard exterior she had put on recently.

In that moment, she seemed far more like the soft-hearted young woman he had fallen for all those years. ago. The one who had bound herself to him. The one who, once, did truly love him.

When was the last time Noah had seen her sleeping? He couldn't remember the last time he had spent the night with her.

No, he thought to himself. This wasn't the time to be fawning over her sleeping form. He was supposed to be angry. Furious, even.

Shaking his head sharply, he closed the distance between them and towered over her, opening his mouth to shout at her to wake up.

But before he could say a word, his gaze drifted over the chaotic disarray of her desk then, his eyes catching on what appeared to be an array of documents covered in Hannah's handwriting. His eyebrows drew together slightly as he leaned in for a closer look Detailed plans for the rapidly approaching Lunar Festival celebrations, it seemed-not just the festival itself, but leading up to it as well. And no matter how much Noah tried to deny it, the plans were... really good.