Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 139

ust as I was about to open the door, however, a firm hand shot out and shoved it shut once again. I stopped in my tracks, my hand still lingering on the doorknob, as I looked up to see Noah’s tall form towering over me. 

“Why are you leaving?” he whispered, leaning closer. “What about the car?” 

I simply shrugged and placed one hand on my hip. “I figured you could call the driver to come and pick you up whenever you’re ready,” I said, glancing around the comer to see Zoe still bustling around the kitchen with a satisfied smile on her face. “Although, you seem cozy enough here. Maybe you should stay. here for a few days” 

Noah visibly bristled at my words, his ears turning a new shade of red. 

“Why would I stay here?” he growled. 

I didn’t bother to answer; I simply tilted my chin down at him and shot him a scathing look through my eyebrows before roughly yanking the door open, causing him to lose his grip and stumble backwards. I then held my hand out flat and waited. 

Noah clenched his jaw for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth across my face, before he finally sighed. Fishing his car keys out of his pocket, he plopped them in my hand and stalked off. 

Without so much as glancing back, I strode down the path to the car and drove away. 

Pulling the car over to the side of the road, I put it in park close to the small sign and peered through the windshield. 

“Bake Sale,” the sign read. “Children’s Center Fundraiser.” 

My stomach was growling again, and the idea of a muffin sounded appetizing–and besides, I didn’t feel like going home. Out of spite, I felt like taking Noah’s precious car on a bit of a joyride. Maybe I would take it to the next town over for some shopping later, too. 

As I walked inside the small community center, I was immediately hit with the sweet scent of confections and the sound of soft music. Tables were scattered around containing various baked goods, and I slipped my sunglasses up onto my head as I browsed. 

“Luna Hannah? Is that you?” a soft voice suddenly asked. I lifted my head to see a middle–aged woman in an apron walking up to me, a group of young children watching from afar. 

“Hello,” I said with a smile. “How can I help you?” 

The woman beamed at me and wrung her hands a bit as she nodded her head toward the kids. “I’m Maggie, one of the instructors at the pre–school. The kids recognized you and wanted me to ask if you’d like to join us for our dreamcatcher–making session. 

Quirking an eyebrow, I peered past the woman at the group of kids; they were all quite small, wearing matching little aprons and watching with wonder on their tiny faces. 

Instantly, I felt whatever anger I had been feeling before ebb away. I offered the woman a grin and nodded. “I’d love to join. Thank you for inviting me.” 

I followed the woman to the kids, who shyly greeted me with bashful looks on their faces. Crouching 

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down to each of them, I greeted them all by name, taking my time to comment on their hair or their face paint or their aprons. 

Over the next half hour, I joined in on the dreamcatcher session; I sat on the floor with the kids, helping them to properly wrap the string and attach the beads and feathers.