Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 135

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Hannah 

“Eat.” 

Noah held the steaming plate of casserole in front of me, thrusting it a little closer into my face. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned away, shooting him a wary look. 

I’m not hungry.” 

“Yes, you are. You have to eat something.” 

Yes. 

Dammit. Noah was right, I was starving. But I wasn’t about to eat that, and especially not in front of him. Not when the comb he used when he spent the night with another woman was sitting just a few feet away from me. 

Turning my head, I waved him away. “I’m fine. I’ll eat later.” 

Noah sighed and circled around the couch, coming to sit next to me. “I know you have been starving yourself again,” he said. “You need calories to survive, Hannah. You know that, right?” 

1 swallowed, thinking back on the night when I had died–the night that he still didn’t know about. If only he knew. If only he knew that I had firsthand experience of that. 

But even then, that little eating disorder voice was strong in the back of my mind. I would not eat tonight. 

“I haven’t been starving myself,” I lied. 

“Is that so?” Noah suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, holding it up to the light so we could both see. His large hand fit easily around my wrist with space between–not that I was surprised. He just had big hands. But then, almost as though he were reading my mind, he began to slide his hand up my arm. I felt a shudder ripple through me at his warm touch, his calloused palms brushing against my skin. 

It wasn’t until his hand went past my elbow and halfway up my upper arm that his fingers stopped being able to reach all the way around it and he finally stopped. 

“See?” he said. “I shouldn’t be able to fit my fingers around someone’s upper arm, especially not with space still in the middle.” He dropped my arm and shoved the plate closer. “You may be making efforts in public to show that you’re in recovery, but you’re not following those same practices in private.” 

I felt my breath catch, realizing that he was right; despite all of my public efforts, such as attending that group counseling session, I wasn’t doing much in my personal time to get better. Sure, maybe here or there I would eat a nibble of something or try to use my mantra, but… 

It wasn’t enough. 

Finally, I took the plate with a sigh. Noah watched quietly as I speared a piece of pasta with my fork and raised it to my lips. My hand trembled as the fork hovered there in front of my mouth, the tantalizing scent of garlic and rich, creamy sauce wafting through my nose. 

But I couldn’t do it. Inside of me, it was like that little voice was screaming: Too many carbs! Don’t eat it! No! Nooo! 

The fork fell back to my plate with a clatter. Almost as though a switch had gone off, my eyes began to 

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prickle with hot tears, and it was all I could do to keep them from spilling over.. 

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, shoving the plate back into his hands. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to eat.” 

I 

For several endless moments, Noah simply stared at me with the plate in his lap. I figured that he might give up and leave, just as he always did. That he would go to Zoe’s bedside instead and give her the attention that I really needed. That he would later accuse me of not being in control of my emotions, that he would use this moment against me somehow when the divorce came. 

But… He didn’t 

Rather, he picked my fork back up and held it out to me. 

“Just one bite,” he said softly, leaning close so that his breath ruffled my hair as he spoke. “Please. For 

me.” 

I felt a knot form in my throat as I lifted my gaze to meet his. I hadn’t realized it, but a tear had escaped and streaked down my face, the salty liquid curving into my lips and touching the tip of my tongue. Noah’s green eyes remained fixed on my face, his hand steady as he held the fork out to me. 

“Just one bite, and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Swallowing, I nodded stiffly and opened my mouth. My lips trembled as Noah gently leaned forward, his eyes wandering down to my tongue. He hesitated there for a moment, and for the briefest of seconds, I saw his own tongue dart out to wet his lips. 

And then he gently pushed the pasta into my mouth. Shuddering. I closed my lips around the fork, pulled the pasta off, and chewed. 

Flavor exploded in my skull, rich green beans and savory cheese coating my tongue. I felt as though I had just taken a drug–my pupils dilating, my heart beginning to race in my chest. 

Noah, noticing this, smiled a bit and speared another piece. “One more?” he asked. 

I nodded quickly and took the second bite much more easily, chewing rapidly. It was delicious–truly delicious. And I was fucking starving 

Without a word, Noah gently handed me the plate. Over the next ten minutes, neither of us spoke as I sat there, eating every last piece of pasta on the plate. I didn’t care if it made me sick or if it made me hate myself. My body needed this nourishment. It craved it. With each bite, I felt less and less weak, the color returning to my skin and my tears turning into tears of joy. 

All the while, Noah sat quietly and patiently, just… watching me. 

When I was finished, I covered my mouth in shame and went to stand. “I’ll go wash-” 

“Relax,” Noah suddenly said, grabbing the plate from me. “I’ll wash the dishes.” 

Before I could even protest, Noah was already striding into the kitchen. I watched him go with wide eyes. A few moments later, I heard the sink running and the soft clinking of cutlery as he cleaned up.