Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

Chapter 0053 Hannah

Noah was silent for a long moment, his expression utterly unreadable in the dim glow of the parking lot lights. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and even. "We don't need to talk about love right now, Hannah."

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. Of course he would dwindle it down to that; down to nothing at all.

"No? Then when, Noah?" I demanded, taking a step closer to him. "When are we going to talk about the fact that you clearly still have feelings for your ex-girlfriend? That you've had feelings for her since.... forever?" "Hannah..." Noah pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a weary sigh.

"You're a coward," I spat out, the words rushing out of my lips before I could stop them. "You're too afraid to face your own emotions, and it's going to cost you everything in the end."

Noah's head snapped up, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger. "You don't know what you're talking about," he bit out.

"Don't I?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. "If you don't get your act together and start being honest with yourself, Drake is going to swoop right in and steal Zoe away from you for good. And then where will you be? Because I'm not going to be here for much longer, either. You won't have little old me to fall back on anymore."

Noah's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. For a long moment, he simply stared at me, his chest rising and falling heavily. Then, without a word, he turned and wrenched open the car door again, sliding into the driver's seat. "Get it," he said.

I stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say next. Part of me wanted to apologize, to take back the harsh words I had flung at him in my anger and frustration. But another part of me, the part that was still seething with resentment and jealousy, refused to back down.

The car rumbled to life, and Noah rolled down the window, fixing me with a hard stare. "Get in the car, Hannah," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Biting back a retort, I yanked open the passenger door and slid inside, slamming it shut behind me with more force than was strictly necessary.

The drive back to Nightcrest was tense and silent, the only sound the low hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of static from the radio. I sat with my gaze fixed out the window, my arms tightly bound across my chest.

As we pulled up to the front of the mansion, Noah put the car in park and turned to look at me.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Go on inside," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. 1 have some business to take care of."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look on his face made the words die in my throat. With a curt nod, I pushed open the door and stepped out onto the gravel driveway, watching as Noah pulled away without Chapter 0053

so much as a backward glance.

The next evening found me standing outside the doors of the community center, my palms sweating and my heart racing in my chest. Beside me, Viona offered an encouraging smile, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. "You've got this, Hannah," she murmured. "It's going to be okay."

I nodded, mustering up a shaky smile of my own. "Thanks, Viona. See you later?"

"Of course. We'll grab some nachos and you can tell me everything," she replied, giving my hand one last squeeze before turning and heading back to her car.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the doors and stepped inside, following the sound of muted voices down a long hallway. At the end of the corridor, I could see an open doorway spilling warm light into the dimly lit hall, and as I drew closer, the sound of women's laughter and quiet conversation reached my

ears.

I hovered in the doorway for a moment, my heart in my throat as I took in the scene in front of arving

I A circle of chairs had been arranged in the center of the room, most of them occupied by women of ages and backgrounds.