Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

Chapter 0040 Hannah

Noah pulled me onto the dance floor with perhaps a bit more force than was strictly necessary, his grip firm around my waist as the music swelled around us. His brow was furrowed, jaw set in a tense line as he met my gaze head-on.

"What was that about giving Drake a tour of the pack?" he bit out without preamble, his tone laced with a mixture of exasperation and... something else. Jealousy, maybe? No. Not jealousy. Why would Noah ever actually feel jealousy toward me and not his precious Zoe? I arched a brow, feigning nonchalance despite the sensation of my heart fluttering in my chest. "Does it matter? It's not really any of your business anymore, is it?"

Noah's eyes flashed at my words, but I pressed on before he could retort. "But if you must know, I agreed to show him around the pack's territory tomorrow. He seemed... interested in learning more before he makes any decisions about the Lunar Festival."From NôvelDrama.Org.

A muscle ticked in Noah's chiseled jaw as his grip on me tightened ever so slightly. His fingers dug slightly into my lower back, their warmth pressing through the soft silk of my dress. "And you just couldn't wait to accommodate him, could you?" he asked. Bristling at his accusatory tone, I opened my mouth with the intent to deliver a scathing retort-but the words caught in my throat as Noah abruptly dipped me low. My heart stuttered as his face hovered just inches from mine, our bodies pressed flush together from thigh to chest.

"Listen to me very carefully, Hannah," Noah growled in a low, dangerous tone that sent a flush of heat radiating outwards from my belly to my throat. "You need to stay away from Drake while he's here."

My breath came out in a ragged pant as the scent of his cologne overwhelmed my senses. Noah's eyes were blazing, his pupils practically taking up the entirety of each iris as they raked over my parted lips.

For a dizzying moment, it felt like the entire world had narrowed to this-just the two of us, the sound of my blood rushing through my ears, the sensation of his fingers gripping one of my thighs and pulling it against his side.

Then, with a sharp tug. Noah hauled me upright again-putting an abrupt end to the heated tension that had built up between us. As I struggled to catch my breath and collect my scattered wits, I saw the warning flickering behind Noah's eyes.

So he was jealous, Undeniably, irrevocably jealous-of Drake and the implication that there could be something between us.

The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending a shock through my core-and filling me with an unexpected sense of satisfaction. Squaring my shoulders, I tightened my grip on Noah and offered him a coy smile.

"Is that what you're worried about, Noah?" I practically purred, arching into his touch as our bodies swayed together, "You didn't seem to care when you were so busy making eyes at Zoe every chance you got."

Noah's jaw ticked again, but I didn't give him the chance to speak. Boldly, I reached down to guide his hand lower, settling it at the swell of my hips, just above the curve of my backside.

"You know," I breathed, dipping my chin to look up at him through my lashes, "When we were dancing earlier, Drake couldn't seem to keep his hands off me right... here."

As if to emphasize my point, I pressed Noah's palm down more firmly-letting the words and implication hang heated and potent between us. Noah's throat bobbed with a harsh swallow, but he made no move to extricate himself from my grasp.

I hated the fact that the look in his eyes made me feel a sense of satisfaction; and that maybe, just maybe, Drake had been right in a sense. I wanted to make Noah jealous, not to keep him with me necessarily, but to make him realize what he was missing by the time we finally got divorced.

I had him wrapped around my little finger now, spellbound and burning with jealousy.

But as quickly as the haze of desire descended, it dissipated again-leaving Noah's gaze sharp as steel. "We'll discuss this later," he bit out in a tone that left no room for argument. "I still need to talk to you."