Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 132

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Hannah
Zoe’s house was a mess.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped into the living room. What was clearly meant to be a sleek, modern living room was instead covered in unfolded laundry, dirty dishes, and used takeout containers. The surfaces were cluttered with books, mail, and other random junk, and several pairs of muddy shoes were sitting by the front door in a heap.
“The kitchen is just through here,” Noah said, seemingly unfazed by the mess. He led me through the living room and into what should have been a beautiful and spacious kitchen, but somehow, the kitchen was even worse than the living room.
Immediately, I was hit with the smell of a full garbage can. Fruit flies buzzed around a bowl of fruit on the counter, and the sink was full of dirty dishes.
I scrunched up my nose as I set the casserole dish down on the counter and looked around. How was this possible? Zoe had never seemed like such a messy person.
Maybe she got too used to the servants living with Drake, I thought to myself with a self-satisfied smirk; that had to be it. Surely the princess had become accustomed to the life of having someone else pick up after her and had forgotten how to do it herself. Or….
My eyes wandered the living room again, and I suddenly became aware of something else: Adam’s things. Toys, school reports, drawings stuck to the fridge. Jars of dried Play-Doh sitting open on the dining room table, half-used crayons, overflowing backpacks, muddy overalls
Suddenly, I felt my heart twist a bit.
Maybe I had been too cruel to Zoe; she was a mom, after all. And a single mom now. I could already picture her scrambling around to keep up with Adam, trying to keep him occupied and happy while his parents were in the midst of a divorce.
Late nights spent trying to get him to sleep. Driving back and forth to school for parent-teacher conferences, too tired to cook so she would stop for takeout. No one to help her do the dishes after, her feet so sore she couldn’t even bear to stand in front of the sink.
“I’ll just do the dishes in the morning” she’d likely say to herself. But then the next morning would come and it would be the same routine all over again.
For the first time, I felt truly empathetic toward Zoe-for all I knew, this could become my life soon. With a newborn, no less. I would have it better than her, too, since I would be returning to my rightful pack as the female Alpha.
Here, in Nightcrest, Zoe was nothing more than a typical single mom. And I was just another **jack*who was making fun of her rather than offering help.
Snapping my gaze over to Noah, I said, “We should clean up before she gets back.”
Noah shot me a surprised look. “Why?” he asked. “You don’t have to-”
“If you were Zoe, would you want to come home to a mess like this?” I asked, gesturing around us. “She’s
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probably exhausted from being a single mom, and then to add a burst appendix to it… It’ll only take us a little while if we both work fast.”
Noah paused for a moment, clearly still in shock, before he nodded. “Alright, well… Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
“I’ll take care of the dishes and laundry.” I said, already pushing up my sleeves. “You take care of the garbage and vacuuming. Oh, and let’s toss all of Adam’s toys in that basket over there…”
Before I knew it, Noah and I were scurrying around Zoe’s house, cleaning up the mess. The dishes were cleaned and put away, the counters were wiped down, laundry was thrown in the washing machine, floors were vacuumed, toys were picked up, and the bathrooms were cleaned.
Soon, the cute house that laid beneath the mess was slowly exposed. I wandered the house with a laundry basket, picking up anything that I missed. Pausing outside of Zoe’s bedroom, I took a deep breath before entering.
Just like the rest of the house, the bedroom was a mess; laundry laid strewn about, the bed unmade and the vanity scattered with makeup and other things. Sighing, I made my way around the room and tidied up. The bedroom felt more personal, so I avoided touching too much, instead focusing on simply picking up trash and dirty laundry.
As I was making the bed, though, I was given pause. There, on both pillows, were dents-both pillows had been used. I frowned as I tugged the sheets up, my hands wandering to touch the soft fabric.
Perhaps Adam had slept in Zoe’s bed? He was still a little kid, likely scared of this new house. Maybe… My eyes then wandered over to the nightstand. The drawer was open a bit. Glancing over my shoulder to make sure that Noah wasn’t watching, I carefully pulled the drawer open the rest of the way.
Zoe’s journal stared up at me.
My fingers itched to pull it out, to open it and read what was written inside. Surely there was some juicy information-perhaps even something about Noah. Oh, who was I kidding? There were probably entire chapters about my husband. My own name was probably in there countless times as well.
Slowly, I reached for the journal, just dying to see what was written. My pupils practically dilated at the thought, and as my fingers brushed the soft leather…
No, I thought to myself, pulling my hand back quickly as though I had been burned by the journal. This was too far, I may have had a lot of thoughts about Zoe and my husband, but I wasn’t about to go snooping into her journal like this.
That was just… wrong.
Shuddering, I quickly closed the drawer and finished making the bed, taking care to fluff the pillows. I grabbed the laundry basket and turned, striding toward the door.
But then my eyes caught something else: a comb on the dresser by the door, A men’s comb.
A men’s comb with straight, dark hair.
1 felt my breath catch as I saw it. This was not Zoe’s hair, nor was it Adam’s or even Drake’s-both Adam and Drake had slightly curly hair.
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No, this hair was all too familiar. This hair belonged to Noah..
Momentarily forgetting about the laundry, I picked up the comb with shaking fingers and inspected it in the light. Yes, this was certainly Noah’s hair-not quite jet black like Drake’s, more of a dark brown and perfectly straight.
My fingers curled instinctively around the comb, my eyes snapping up as I felt my blood begin to boil.
So he had slept here before. I looked over at the pillows I had just fluffed, wondering if he had laid his head on one of them. Surely he had.
“Noah!” I growled without thinking, storming out of the room with the comb in my hand. “What is this-”
My words died in my throat, however, as the sound of a female voice caught my attention: Zoe’s voice. I heard the front door shut, and saw the shadow of Noah’s back as he ran over to help her inside.
With my heart in my throat, I panicked and chucked the comb under the sofa just as Zoe and Noah walked into the room.
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