Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

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ChapterThe book went sailing through the air before my mind could fully process the familiar tone of Noah's voice. It whipped right past his head, thudding hard against the wall.

Noah stepped out of the doorway then, his hands raised in a placating gesture. His gaze traveled between the book lying haphazardly on the floor and back to me, his mouth slightly open. We simply stared at one another for several long, excruciating moments. Then, finally, I found my voice again-although it emerged as more of a breathless whisper. "I was down the hall. Heard you call out my name. Is everything okay?"

"... I thought you were an intruder," I stammered out, my towel slipping a little further down my chest as my arms fell limply to my sides. "I didn't... I didn't know you were home." Noah's brow furrowed slightly. "If you thought I wasn't home, then why did you call out my name?"

I opened and closed my mouth, grasping for an excuse that didn't immediately spring to mind. Finally, my shoulders slumped. "I don't know. I was frightened. It was... instinct, I suppose."

My cheeks flushed hotly under his gaze, certain he would interpret that particular admission as some deeper, more meaningful thing. And, from the way Noah's expression softened ever so slightly around the edges, his face laced with smug satisfaction... he had. Taking a step toward me, then another, Noah closed the distance between us until we were nearly chest to chest. Up close, I could smell the warm, familiar scent of his cologne, just as I had earlier that day in the bathroom. It made my mouth go dry.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his gaze wandering my body in a way that reminded me that I was wearing nothing but a towel. Instinctively, I clutched at the towel, attempting to keep it from falling.

Noah's lips quirked upward at the movement. Lifting one hand, he extended his index finger to toy idly with the loose edge of the towel where it hung dangerously low over the swell of my breasts.

"You know... it is the night of our monthly intimacy, isn't it?" he said, the words dripping with heavy insinuation as the towel slipped a few tantalizing inches lower.

My breath hitched sharply at both the realization and the burning trail left in the wake of Noah's fingertip grazing along the top curve of my breast. Suddenly, the scent of his skin, his proximity, the familiar hardness of his body-it all began to make my head spin. Goddess, I wanted him.

But I knew I needed to step back, to put some space between Noah and myself before I did something I would regret-before I made things even more complicated than they already were.

Just as Noah's finger curled, clearly prepared to simply yank the towel off entirely and have his way with me right here, right now, I managed to get a grip on myself. I took a step back, looking away with a clenched jaw,

"There's no need for that anymore," I managed, my voice sounding more confident than I really felt in that moment. "Those nights are over."

Noah arched one eyebrow at me, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of something I couldn't quite read as

he looked at me. "Is that so?" he asked. "And why is t

As he spoke, he moved closer still until his body was washing over me in waves. Noah's hand came up to c mouths were aligned.

"Unless you're finally pregnant?" he murmured, his bre

I felt the blood drain from my face at the words, my st he-?

But then Noah laughed again, louder this time, and to

"I'm just messing with you," he said, tugging on his shi no intruders in the house-not while I'm here."

With that, he strode out of the room. My towel slipped