Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 0079 

Noah 

Noah strode into the library, his eyes immediately searching for Hannah. She should have been here by now, but… 

“Once upon a time… 

He heard her voice coming from around a corner, and followed it. A moment later, he found her sitting on a small stool in the center of a circle of children. She was holding up a picture book with one hand and wearing a dragon puppet on the other. 

The children watched with rapt fascination as Hannah told the story. Noah leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, listening to her do all of the voices for each character. 

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” a soft voice came from behind him, causing him to turn. “With the children, I mean.” 

Noah turned his head to see the librarian, an older woman with a pair of round spectacles on her face, sidling up next to him. He gave her a curt nod and returned his gaze to Hannah. 

“Yeah. She is.” 

Noah wasn’t lying: Hannah really was a natural. Far more of a natural than he could ever be, and despite all of Hannah’s shortcomings–although the list of them seemed to be getting shorter these days–he couldn’t deny it. 

Part of him wished that she would have his child, not only so he could have an heir to Nightcrest, but also because… he thought she might be a good mom. 

But that would never happen. She had made it abundantly clear, and besides… 

They were getting divorced. The date was ticking closer now, with only a little over two months left, and he was no closer to convincing her to stay. She seemed to be convinced that he was a bastard who was madly in love with his ex–girlfriend, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Dammit, he thought to himself, turning his head to look away from her as she reached the climax of the story and caused the kids to gasp as they wondered if the dragon might eat the princess. He knew he needed to stop having these thoughts, 

He and Hannah were getting divorced, and perhaps it was for the best. 

When Hannah reached the end of the book, her voice tapering off as she closed the cover with a dramatic flourish, the children erupted into a chorus of disappointed groans and pleading cries for another story. 

“I’m sorry, kids,” Hannah said with an apologetic smile, her voice a little hoarse. “My throat is getting a bit tired.” 

The kids‘ faces fell, their eyes downcast and lower lips jutting out in identical pouts. Clearly, they were fascinated with their Luna’s storytelling. But then, Hannah’s gaze flickered toward Noah for the first time since he had gotten here, and she gave him a look he couldn’t quite read before she turned back to the children. 

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