Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 289

Chapter 0289 

And now… Now here it was, healthy and alive, with the tiniest beating heart that I could have ever imagined. 

screen. 

I was vaguely aware of Noah gripping my arm tightly, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the 

For a moment, I almost reached for Noah’s hand, seeking some sort of connection in this overwhelming moment. But I stopped myself at the last second, remembering all the reasons I was angry with him. 

The ultrasound came to an end and the technician left us alone. It was only then that I realized that Noah was still gripping my arm. “Hannah, I- 

Before he could finish, I bared my fangs at him and roughly pulled my arm away from his grip. His face hardened instantly, the brief moment of connection shattered. Our baby was inside of me, but I still hated him 

The doctor, oblivious to the tension, smiled brightly as he strode into the room and reviewed the results. “It looks like the pregnancy is progressing beautifully,” he said, “However, given your history of anorexia, Luna Hannah, I would like to put you on a strict weight gain and vitamin plan. You have made some impressive progress, but we need to ensure you’re gaining enough for a healthy pregnancy.” 

I nodded stiffly. He scribbled out a prescription, which Noah immediately snatched up. “I’ll make sure she takes everything as directed,” he said firmly. 

The doctor beamed and handed the prescription to Noah without a second thought. “Such a doting Alpha,” he remarked, shooting me a wink. 

I had to bite my tongue to keep from snapping at both of them. Doting? More like controlling. Bastard. 

As we checked out, Noah immediately scheduled another appointment for three weeks later–an appointment which, of course, he would be attending alongside me whether I liked it or not. Once we were back in the car, I couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“So I guess I’m a prisoner for another three weeks,” I said bitterly. 

Noah sighed. “Like I keep saying, you’re not a prisoner, And we’re in this for life, not just for three weeks.” 

“I’m not allowed to leave, so I’m a prisoner,” I shot back with a snort. “And you just turned my sentence into life.” 

Noah fell silent, his jaw clenching as he focused on the road. I found my hand moving to my belly, a protective gesture that I could, at least, finally act on; that was one benefit to all of this, at least. Not having to hide it anymore. 

But then, without warning. Noah reached out and placed his hand over mine. As if he had a right to. As if, just because I carried his DNA inside my belly, he thought he could touch me. 

The sharp slap that followed was instinctive. I curled my upper lip back, noting with satisfaction the red mark I had left on the back of his hand. Noah clenched his jaw again, but remained silent. 

After a few more minutes of tense silence, Noah tossed his phone to me. “Put in two–hour slots in my calendar,” he instructed. “Every day. We’ll spend that time together–doing whatever you want. We can go out, watch movies, play games, anything.” 

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