Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah)
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Chapter 0165

Chapter 0165

Her health... She had put on a bit of weight lately, which was a good thing. Noah had been watching her belly in particular, though. If she was pregnant, she hadn't begun to show yet-but Noah would notice whenever she did.

Unless they got divorced before that happened.

The bell rang loudly, signifying the end of the first fight. Noah snapped his attention back to the group as Drake, Hannah, and Zoe turned to him.

Drake held up his empty beer bottle. "I need a refill," he said, shaking the bottle slightly. "Anything for the ladies?"

Zoe shrugged. "Another beer for me."

Drake nodded. "Beer for Zoe, and Hannah, I'm getting you a soft pretzel whether you like it or not. Got it?" Hannah giggled coyly, causing Noah to bristle. "Sure, I'll take a pretzel. And a diet soda, too?" No alcohol for Hannah, of course.

"Come with me, Noah?" Drake asked then. "I might need help carrying stuff."

Despite the fact that being close to Drake made Noah want to vomit, he begrudgingly agreed. They walked over to the food stands together and Drake put in their order for three beers, a soda, and four soft pretzels.

"So." Drake said as they waited for their food, "how's everything going? With you and Hannah, I mean."

Noah raised an eyebrow, "What business is that of yours?" he asked.

Drake shrugged, seemingly unaffected by Noah's bitterness. "Hannah just seems a bit sad lately, that's all. And I'd be lying if I said that she didn't mention you two are having some... issues."

Noah felt his blood pressure go up at that. Had Hannah really been opening up to Drake, of all people?

"Anyway," Drake continued, "I just wanted to ask if you're doing alright. Hannah's a good woman. Maybe we can talk about it, man to-"

"Like hell." Noah's fury got the better of him, and before he knew it, he was curling the front of Drake's shirt into his fist and pushing him up against the wall. His upper lip curled back to reveal his fangs, and he snarled, "I know you're trying to fuck my wife, you pig. Drake's eyes widened into saucers. "Noah, what the hell?"

For a moment, the only sounds between them were that of their harsh breathing. Noah tightened his grip on Drake's shirt, grateful for the chaotic atmosphere that kept others from paying them any mind. Fights outside the ring were commonplace here, after all. "Look, man," Drake finally breathed, holding his hands up in surrender, "Hannah is my friend. I'm just trying to help. That's all "

ahut his teeth, his eyes flashing with hatred. "Don't try to

"Yeah, well, mind your own business." bullshit me. I know your angle. And I know your reputation."

Chapter 0165

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There was another long silence, Drake's Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard. Then, finally, his upper lip curled back to reveal a sneer.

"I have no interest in having sex with your wife," he snailed, leaning closer so that their noses were almost touching. "But I will say, you make her feel so lonely that it would probably be pretty easy if I wanted to."

Noah grit his teeth, his grip tightening around Drake's shirt. Instinctively, he pulled his fist back, aimed to land a sickening punch right in the center of Drake's gut.

But suddenly, the sound of Hannah's voice gave him pause. "Noah? Drake? Where'd you go?!"

Noah let out one last warning growl before releasing Drake's shirt and stalking away.

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