Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 0182 

A grimace tugged at my upper lip. “Well, even if the divorce thing gets out, we’re nearing the end of our three–month agreement,” I said. “So we could handle that. But as for the affair…” 

Viona shot me a withering look. “Just tell me, Hannah- 

“Oh, Goddess, no.” I waved my hand before she could even get the question out about me and Drake.” Never. Not in a million years.” 

She huffed. “You’re sure? With all that stuff you guys have been doing lately.. I mean, I’m not judging, but it’s risky, Hannah.” 

“I’m not. I swear,” I growled. “It’s never gonna happen. Drake and I are just friends.” 

Viona, believing me, nodded and leaned back in her seat. “Well. I think that you should talk to Noah about this at the very least. If someone is traipsing around with this kind of gossip, it could spell the end for you. And with your little one on the way… 

Her voice trailed off, but the implication remained; with a baby on the way, I needed to be careful. I couldn’t risk any public upset until I was safely back in my rightful pack as the female Alpha. 

“I know,” I said softly. “I’ll keep an eye on things.” 

“Hannah.” Viona narrowed her eyes at me and folded her arms across her chest, leveling me with a stern glare. “You have to tell Noah. You have to tell him everything.” 

My eyes widened into saucers. “You mean- 

“Yes, Hannah. You have to tell him about….” She mouthed the last two words: “Your baby.” 

“No. No way.” I shook my head, waving both hands together. “Not happening, Viona. He can’t know. He. 

Can’t. Know.” 

She furrowed her brow. “Why not?” 

“Because,” I huffed, “if he finds out that I’m pregnant with his baby, he’ll forbid the divorce. You know I can’t stay with him. I can’t live like that, and neither can my child.” 

“So you’d rather put your child in danger?” she asked. “Hell, Hannah, you’re making all of these assumptions about him and-” 

“I’m sorry, Viona, but I know him better than you do.” 

Viona quickly shut her mouth and sighed. “Fine, fine. I understand,” she said. “But I think it’s worth considering. If someone really is out there trying to start shit on this scale, you’ll want him–the Alpha of Nightcrest–on yours and your baby’s sides.” 

Another retort died in my throat. Viona was right, of course; it would be safer with Noah knowing the truth. We could tackle whatever nefarious bullshit that was going on together. He wouldn’t let anyone do anything that would harm our baby, and that was a fact. 

“Listen,” Viona said softly, reaching across the table to touch my hand, “you could just talk to him. Tell him what you want. Maybe you could still have a divorce while figuring out something that works for your two and the baby..” 

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