Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 0043 

Chapter 

0043 

Noah’s jaw went slack as I pressed my left hand into his chest, the other working at his belt. His hands curled up into fists around the sheets, just like mine had so many countless times. I could see his obvious arousal tenting the fabric of his trousers, straining for friction and release. 

“But I want so much more than that,” I murmured as I tugged his belt out of the clasp, then began unbuttoning his trousers. “I want dates. Weekly dates. I want respect. I want to be showered not only with gifts, but with love and affection and everything that a wife deserves.” 

Once his belt was free, I worked my hand into my pants and grasped his hot, rigid length in my palm- giving him a few languid, teasing strokes that had him bucking up into my touch with a strangled groan. 

“And I don’t just want to be your wife,” I continued. “I want to be your Luna, in every sense of the word. There should be no doubt, not in anyone’s mind, that I’m wholly yours and you’re wholly mine.” 

For a moment, I allowed myself to stroke up and down the warmth of his cock, my fingers tight around his skin. I allowed myself to relish in the sound of his strained groans, in the sight of his clenched jaw. 

But then, I released him–leaving him panting, flushed, teetering on the razor’s edge with no relief in sight. 

“But you and I both know you’d never do any of those things, would you?” I hissed, striding over to my robe and slipping it back over my shoulders. “You would never cherish me like I deserve to be. You would just rut into me with your eyes closed, thinking of someone else…” 

My eyes met my own reflection in the mirror. My face was redder than I had anticipated, and it was only then that I noticed the tears misting over my eyes. Behind me, I could see Noah fixing his belt, avoiding 

my gaze. 

But it was the diamond necklace around my throat that my eyes flew to in the end. Just seeing them there made me sick, made me feel as though they were constricting me, their sharp edges cutting into my 

skin 

Blinking the tears away, I turned on my heel and yanked the necklace off, breaking the clasp without a care. Then, I hurled the glittering diamonds squarely at Noah’s heaving chest–relishing the dull thud as they struck home. 

“You can take your pretty little trinkets and shove them, Noah,” I spat, suddenly weary to the bone as the anger left my body in a hot, breathless rush. “I’m done pretending this was ever about more than just 

tics for you.” 

Noah’s fingers curled around the necklace, his eyes finally meeting mine with shock and anger, I simply lifted my chin, steeling my resolve against the tiny sensation of doubt and heartache that insisted on creeping in. 

“Now get out,” I hissed. “Before I forget myself and do something we’ll both regret.”