Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

Chapter 0092 Hannah

Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge. But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refusing to be cowed by his intimidating presence looming over me. "I wasn't with Drake," I stated firmly, squaring my shoulders. "At least... not in the way you're implying."

Noah's deep green eyes narrowed to slits at my response. "Don't lie to me," he growled, leaning in even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. "I saw you two together just a few minutes ago. Hugging. Looking awfully cozy." Anger flared hotly inside of me at the baseless accusation, my cheeks flushing. "It was just a friendly embrace, Noah," I shot back, lifting my chin. "Is that not allowed now, either? Am I just supposed to completely isolate myself from any human contact besides you?" A muscle ticked in Noah's chiseled jaw, his nostrils flaring slightly. For a moment, I thought het lash

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out-either verbally or physically, not that he had ever laid a finger on me before. The air between us thick with tension, crackling like a storm of electricity.

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"Oh wait," I pressed on, a tiny little part of me almost enjoying the way my words angered him. "I'm not allowed to have any contact with you, either. I almost forgot how I offended you just by touching your arm when you were talking to your precious Zoe." "That was different," Noah insisted, pressing his body harder against mine as something hungry-feral, almost-seemed to take over his eyes.

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh as I ran one manicured finger up his strained forearm. "You're just jealous," I murmured coolly.

For another few long moments, Noah glared at me with his jaw clenched-and this time, I thought he might either storm out or ravish me right there on the bathroom sink.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

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But then, at last, he seemed to deflate somewhat, shoulders slumping minutely as he tore his gaze from mine. He took a step back, and finally I could breathe now that there was some space between us. "Maybe I am jealous," he admitted in a low grumble, almost too quiet for me to properly hear.

1 blinked, my amusement faltering in the wake of the unexpected confession. "What?"

"Maybe I'm jealous," Noah repeated, a bit louder this time as his eyes snapped back to mine, filled with a sudden intensity that made my breath catch in my throat like a shard of glass. "Because even if you do... sleep with Drake-" He spat the words like they were acid on his tongue- "He'll never really know you. Not like I do."

My mouth opened and closed slightly at that, a scathing retort dancing on the tip of my tongue.

"You don't know the first thing about me anymore," I murmured, my voice hardly more than a whisper." Maybe you never have. Because you never make the time for me.

"Is that what you think?" he asked.

I nodded. "I know it's the truth. We're strangers, Noah.

Before I could utter another word, Noah was suddenly in motion-closing what little distance remained between us until every solid inch of his body was pressing against mine once again.

His hands came up to bracket me on either side, his fingers splaying against the cool marble of the sink behind me.

"Very well. But you have to admit, at the very least," he purred, leaning over so that his lips brushed against the soft flesh of my earlobe, 1 know every inch of this body better than anyone. Maybe even better than you do."

To emphasize his point, one of Noah's cool hands slid from the counter to trail as light as feathers across my collar bone, his fingertips trailing a scorching path over my clothes. My breath hitched sharply in the back of my throat, a jolt of electricity working its way through me at the deceptively gentle contact.

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