Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0135

Hannah

“Eat.”

Noah held the steaming plate of casserole in front of me, thrusting it a little closer into my face. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned away, shooting him a wary look.

I’m not hungry.”

“Yes, you are. You have to eat something.”

Yes.

Dammit. Noah was right, I was starving. But I wasn’t about to eat that, and especially not in front of him. Not when the comb he used when he spent the night with another woman was sitting just a few feet away from me.

Turning my head, I waved him away. “I’m fine. I’ll eat later.”

Noah sighed and circled around the couch, coming to sit next to me. “I know you have been starving yourself again,” he said. “You need calories to survive, Hannah. You know that, right?”

1 swallowed, thinking back on the night when I had died–the night that he still didn’t know about. If only he knew. If only he knew that I had firsthand experience of that.

But even then, that little eating disorder voice was strong in the back of my mind. I would not eat tonight.

“I haven’t been starving myself,” I lied.

“Is that so?” Noah suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, holding it up to the light so we could both see. His large hand fit easily around my wrist with space between–not that I was surprised. He just had big hands. But then, almost as though he were reading my mind, he began to slide his hand up my arm. I felt a shudder ripple through me at his warm touch, his calloused palms brushing against my skin.

It wasn’t until his hand went past my elbow and halfway up my upper arm that his fingers stopped being able to reach all the way around it and he finally stopped.

he said. “I shouldn’t be able to fit my fingers around someone’s upper arm, especially not with space still in the middle.” He dropped my arm and shoved the plate closer.

right; despite all of my public efforts, such as attending that group counseling session, I wasn’t doing much in my personal time to get better. Sure, maybe here or there I would eat a nibble of something or try to use

It wasn’t enough.

lips. My hand trembled as the

couldn’t do it. Inside of me, it was like that little voice was screaming: Too many carbs! Don’t eat it! No!

Almost as though a

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all I could

whispered, shoving the plate back into his hands. “Leave me alone. I don’t

I

Zoe’s bedside instead and give her the attention that I really needed. That he would later accuse me of not being in control of my emotions, that he would

But… He didn’t

my fork back up and held it

that his breath ruffled my hair as he

me.”

I hadn’t realized it, but a tear had escaped and streaked down my face, the salty liquid curving into my lips and touching the tip of my tongue. Noah’s green eyes remained fixed on

bite, and

my tongue. He hesitated there for

mouth. Shuddering. I closed my lips around the

savory cheese coating my tongue. I felt as though I had just taken a drug–my pupils dilating, my heart beginning to race in my

smiled a bit and speared another piece. “One more?” he

and took the second bite much more easily, chewing rapidly. It was delicious–truly delicious. And I

me the plate. Over the next ten minutes, neither of us spoke as I sat there, eating every last piece of pasta on the plate. I didn’t care if it made me sick or if it made me hate myself. My body needed this nourishment. It craved

sat quietly and