Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

C Chapter 0013

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The day of the charity ball, I wore the dress that Amber had found and a pair of black stilettos. I made myself up with a smokey eye and scarlet lipstick, and my hair cascaded down my back in loose waves. Completing the ensemble was a small black clutch to hold my cell phone and As I s I waited for Scott to arrive to take me to the charity ball, I admired myself in the mirror. I had not looked this good outside of Noah's and my intimacy nights since we got married. It sent a surge of warmth through my body, and I giggled to myself. I might have just wanted a straight-up divorce from Noah, but I had to admit that there was a sort of justice to getting him back while I waited out the next month. I would teach him to delay my satisfaction and betray me for another woman. I would not be the one to be embarrassed and undermined this time.

The security app alerted me to someone at my door. I checked it and saw that it was Scott, dressed to the nines in his black three-piece suit with a navy-blue ble. Although not as handsome as his half-brother, he certainly could cut a figure, and he was very handsome just for a chauffer. I took my time getting to the door, not wanting him to think for a minute that he had any control over me. When I opened the door, I grinned at Scott's wide-eyed reaction to my outfit.

a Hannah..." he trailed off.

"Good evening, Scott," I replied. I tilted my head almost sweetly at him. "How do I look?"

..don't know what to say," Scott said. "Are you sure that you want to wear that dress? Noah definitely won't appreciate it."

My lips pursed. That was definitely not the response that I had expected.

"I need you to be my chauffer, not Noah's repeater," I snapped.

Scott frowned. Scott

"Everything that I do is to make things work out between you and Noah," he asserted. "What you're wearing is too... provocative, and it won't do you two any favors."

I waved my

hand dismissively at Scott, effectively telling him to shut up. He blushed, and I felt a surge of pride at my ability to make him do so. I gently pushed past him and started walking to the black Porsche. "Come on," I said over my shoulder. "We're going to be late."

Scott parked the Porsche while I walked into the charity ball, alone. As I walked inside, I found long rectangular tables arranged into a parallelogram around the dance floor, with Noah's and my seat up at the head. I immediately spotted Noah standing near our assigned spots. My Li blood boiled as I saw whom he was with: Zoe. blood

Noah wore a maroon three-piece suit and tie. Zoe wore a matching maroon mermaid gown, her hair tied up in a neat side bun. Where did she got that elegant gold heart-shaped locket? "Have you seen who the Alpha is hanging out with tonight?" I overheard one of the waiters ask a waitress. "Yeah, she's so beautiful. Is that the Luna?" the waitress remarked, +266 BÓNUS

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The waiter shook his head.

"No, that's his childhood friend, Zoe," he whispered. "They're so in tune with each other today. It's almost like they're a team."

"Wow,

I never would have guessed," the waitress replied. "I wonder what the real Luna is going to look like. Do you think that she'll top her?" "She'll have to try hard if she's going to."

The waiter

walked up to Hannah and lowered his tray to her.

"Bacon-wrapped date, ma'am?" he asked.

I offered him a half-hearted smile.

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"Thank you," I said, gingerly taking one of the hors d'oeuvres from the tray.

My chest ached as I chewed, and the treat tasted bland. Was this really how people saw me now? As an outsider in my own relationship?

I finished the hors d'oeuvres and tossed my hair over my shoulder. It didn't matter. I would shine on my own that night.

I walked up to one of the waiters carrying wine and motioned for him to pour me a glass.

fred. I eyed him, and he filled the glass to the brim.

With a flourish, he poured half a f a glass of red. IContent provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thank you, sir," I said, tilting my glass toward him before taking a sip.

He flashed me a smile and replied, "Anything for a beautiful woman."

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I smiled and covered my lips in mock surprise. I then took a seat, not carrying to whom it had been assigned,

"Who's that hottie?" a male voice asked a couple seats down. "She seems familiar."

"I don't think I've seen her before," said his female companion, "but she is gorgeous. She looks like a black swan!"

I sat a bit straighter and sipped at my wine, drinking in the stares and whispered compliments. I would have never gotten these kinds of compliments with Noah. I would have been nothing more than his shadow. Now, I was the light.

I stiffened slightly as I felt someone slide into the seat next to me.

Calm down,

I told myself. It's just someone taking their seat. At worst, they noticed how beautiful you are and wanted to get a closer look.

I forced myself to calm down but remained guarded in case the person did not come with good intentions. Suddenly, a waiter came and placed a tonic and gin in front of me. I looked over at the waiter, who tilted his head towards the person next to me. I turned around to see a handsome blonde gentleman with sparkling blue eyes sitting. He flashed me a

brilliantly white smile, and I could not help blushing.

"My compliments, of course," the man said in a surprisingly deep and soothing voice.

"Well, thank you," I said, taking a sip of the new drink so as to not offend the man. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Being the most beautiful woman in the room."

I giggled, though it was one of the cheesiest lines I had ever heard.

"Aren't you sweet?" I said, briefly touching his hand.

Heat splashed across his cheeks, but he maintained his composure otherwise.

"It's just one of my many amazing c qualities.

I almost barfed at that assertion, but I did not let it on. In truth, I was enjoying the attention, even if he was

a bit self-centered and not entirely my type. It just felt good to be looked at like I once was as a schoolgirl.

"So, who is this amazing man that I have the pleasure of speaking to?" I asked.

The man took a business card out of his breast pocket and slid it across the table to me.

"Mickey Jackson, lawyer," he said.

"A lawyer, huh?" I said as my hand hovered over the card.

Mickey nodded.

"And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" he asked. "An angel, perhaps?"

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suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.

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"Hannah."

I froze as Noah approached us. The icy look upon his face sent chills down my spine, but I did not recoil or back down. "I don't think that's what my Luna should be wearing."