Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 0377 

Chapter 0377 

“Perhaps I need that satisfaction,” I admitted. “But it’s not to try and win him back, if that’s what you’re thinking.” 

“I’d certainly hope not.” 

I nodded. “By the time the wedding comes around, it’ll be ancient history. I’m a different person now, stronger. So I’ll go. It’ll be fine.” 

After a moment of tense silence, Viona sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “Alright. If you believe it’s the right thing to do, then I trust you. But I won’t be happy about it.” 

I tossed a smirk in her direction. “I wouldn’t expect any less from you.” 

As night fell, I found myself lying in bed, the soft glow of my phone screen illuminating my face in the darkness. The last message from WhiteRabbit stared back at me, taunting me with its cryptic promise. 

7’ll be here when you change your mind.” 

My fingers itched to reply, to finally ask what that price was. 

This had been my nightly routine over the past months–reading that message over and over until my eyes grew bleary. 

I often found myself wondering if Noah himself had put the contraceptives in my diet pills. Had he made. up the nonsense about sex only during ovulation to avoid having an heir with me while he waited for Zoe to come back to him? 

I wanted to know for certain. If it was him, then I needed to know. 

But each night, including this one, I stopped myself from replying. I was Alpha now. I couldn’t engage in shady dealings with an online drug peddler, no matter how tempting the information might be. The risks were too great, not just for me, but for my pack and my unborn child. 

So I set my phone aside, the screen going dark, and placed both hands on my belly as I turned to my side. 

“We’re safe now,” I murmured to my unborn child, my voice hardly more than a whisper in the quiet room.” No one will hurt us. I promise.” 

The baby kicked in response, a reassuring flutter beneath my palms. I smiled, feeling a wave of love and protectiveness wash over me. Whatever happened at the wedding, whatever Noah may have done or whatever secrets WhiteRabbit might know, none of it mattered as much as this little life growing inside 

1. me. 

As I drifted off to sleep, my mind wandered to the upcoming wedding. I imagined myself walking into the ceremony, head held high, showing Noah and everyone else that I was stronger than ever. 

In my dreams, I was unshakeable, the perfect picture of grace and dignity, I dreamt about the surprised looks on the guests‘ faces, the flicker of regret in Noah’s eyes, the way I would lift my chin and meet his gaze steadily as though he couldn’t shake me in the slightest. 

But dreams, as they often do, gave way to a much different reality. 

I jolted awake in the middle of the night as I felt a sharp pain radiate through my abdomen. 

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