Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0219

Hannah

I shuddered as I looked at my phone: the forum post claiming to have proof of my divorce with Noah was up to 7,000 likes. Just 3,000 more, and the poster would supposedly post this so–called ‘proof‘… Whatever it may be.

“Hannah? Earth to Hannah?”

The sound of Viona’s voice snapped me out of my haze. I quickly shut my phone off and slipped it into my purse, meeting her gaze from across the table. For now, I would have to push the thoughts of that forum post out of my mind. After all, I was supposed to be out for dinner with my friend.

“You okay?” Viona asked, eyeing me from across the booth at our favorite restaurant. She dipped a chip into the nacho cheese, swirled it around, then took a big bite.

I forced a smile and shook my head, sipping my drink. “Yeah, I’m fine. My mind is just… elsewhere right now.”

Elsewhere. Still stuck on that night with Noah, more like. I still couldn’t get that image out of my mind: his Jarge form hunched over me, the heat between us, the way his face turned black before he stormed out. It

felt like the final nail in the coffin.

Viona raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it further. Instead, she changed the subject. “So, about Amber’s wedding. Can you believe it’s only a month away?”

I shook my head. “They’re getting married so fast… He only proposed a couple weeks ago.”

leaned in, lowering her voice. “This whole situation

during our girls night. I hadn’t mentioned it to Vional yet, or anyone,

I saw something the other night that makes me think you might be right,” I said, pursing my

eyes widened.

recounted what I had seen at the club–Jake with another man, their intimate body

Viona breathed, leaning back in her chair.

We don’t know that for sure,” I said, holding up a hand to

were in some kind of open relationship deal,

was right. Amber wasn’t exactly a closed book. “Okay, but what do we do

how do we get it is the ques-” Before she could finish, the chip slipped from her

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over my shoulder, and I turned to see

Speak of the devil.

the rain water off of his jacket, caught sight of us almost immediately–like he could sense us looking. He didn’t hesitate before approaching. “Ladies,” he greeted.