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Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

Chapter 109
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Chapter 0109

Hannah

Noah and I stood in front of each other in the wake of the esthetician’s exit, clutching our robes in our hands. We

stared at each other in shocked silence.

Without a word, Noah turned to walk into the bathroom for sprivacy. But my hand shot out to stop him, and |

forced a teasing lilt into my tone.

“Don’t tellyou're getting shy onnow.”

Noah's jaw ticked almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing as he sighed and began unfastening his tie right in

front of me. | watched, feeling heat creep up the back of my neck, as he unbuttoned his shirt and inch by inch

his broad chest was slowly revealed to me.

It had been so long since | had allowed myself to be vulnerable like this in Noah's presence, to get fully nude.

Even during our intimacy nights, | had always wom lingerie. He hadn't seenfully naked in...

| couldn’t even remember how long. Too long...

| cut the thought off abruptly, my cheeks flaming. Shaking my head to dispel the memory, | quickly undressed as

well, refusing to let my mind wander.

Once | was fully undressed, | snatched up the plush white robe and wrapped it hastily around myself, fastening

the sash at my waist. When | glanced up, Noah was shrugging into his own robe, his expression unreadable.

“That's better,” | said with mock levity in my tone.

Noah was silent.

A few minutes later, the estheticians returned with the second massage table, which they set up right next to the

first one. Noah gestured forto take my place first, and | did-having to disrobe again in front of all of them

now.

The estheticians were professionals, so that didn’t matter to me. But Noah...

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| could feel the way his eyes wandered my body, even though he tried to hide it. And | couldn't help but think

about that moment at the picnic, when we could have...

No. Control yourself, Hannah.

| dropped my robe around my feet and climbed onto the table, keeping my face carefully empty. Out of the

corner of my eye, | watched as Noah mimicked my movements, dropping his own robe to reveal something thick

and warm and utterly delightful.

My breath caught in my throat, despite my best efforts. Goddess, | needed to get a grip. The longer | stared at

his manhood, the more obvious it would becthat | wasn’t used to seeing it. And we couldn't risk any more

rumors.

The massages began, and thankfully, | felt myself relax My esthetician worked with practiced ease, her hands

deft and knowledgeable. My muscles began to uncoil in places where | hadn't even realized | had been holding

tension, and | knew that | needed this.

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But then....

“Nngh...” A low, throaty groan pierced the silence.

| tensed despite myself, my eyes flashing open in surprise as sensations not entirely related to the massage

sparked low in my belly. Noah... that rich, rumbling sound had cfrom him.

| shifted instinctively, rolling my head across my arms to better see him. Noah's eyes were clenched shut, his jaw

slack as he laid on the table. Another soft, deep moan escaped his lips as his massage therapist dug into a

particularly tight spot around his broad shoulders, and | felt the urge to wriggle against the sudden heat

blossoming throughout my belly.

Goddess help me, the sounds of his moans were intoxicating. Arousing in a way | had not felt in so painfully long.

| found myself slipping into a fantasy, one that involved those moans over top of me, in tandem with mine. His

muscular shoulders blotting out the light. His narrow hips moving back and forth....

Noticing my discomfort, my therapist cleared her throat softly somewhere above me.

“Is everything to your liking. Luna Hannah?” she asked.

Grateful for the sound of her voice pullingout of my reverie, | dug my face down into my arms to hide my

blush and nodded.

“Yes,” | replied. “It’s perfect.”

We

e spent the remainder of the evening being given the celebrity treatment. Once our massages were done and

our bodies were practically slathered in massage oils, we were each given samples of the spa’s signature soaps

and salts and instructed to shower without wetting our hair just yet.

The warmth of the water felt good washing down my body, the scent of the soaps even more relaxing than | had

anticipated-and they seemed to wash away my dirty fantasies, too. | felt like a new woman when | cout.

But the night wasn’t over.

Next, we each got our facials. We laid face-up on our tables, our faces being exfoliated and smothered in lotions

and massaged until it felt like every pore was delightfully empty.

“My goodness, Luna Hannah,” my esthetician mused as she worked my skin. “You have lovely glass skin. It's

absolutely flawless.”

| couldn't help but smile; my skin was my crowning glory. | may have once considered myself fat and | may have

now been far too skinny, but my skin... my skin was always beautiful.

Before | could answer, though, Noah cleared his throat, “She has quite the skincare routine,” he said, not in a

cruel or judgmental way. He paused then, and what he said next made my cheeks redden even more.

“She does have beautiful skin.”

Next, we moved on to our hair. We were each given deep conditioning treatments, followed by scalp massages

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as the stylists washed our hair out in the sink. Noah's haircut was first-his hair was quite short, so it didn’t take

long-and | watched as the stylist deftly trimmed and styled his hair into a swept- back, effortless look. He looked

even more handsby now, and | had to look away just to hide my awe.

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Finally, it was my turn. | slid into the chair in front of the vanity and my stylist got to work, carefully trimming my

hair and layering it skillfully. She kept the style | always liked, but added subtle curtain bangs that madefeel

like a model or an actress. Noah watched from behind, his eyes occasionally meeting mine in the mirror. | wanted

to tell myself that he enjoyed watching the process of his wife being made even more beautiful, but....

| knew that he was just entranced by the methodic movements of my stylist, and nothing more.

“Hmm,” my stylist said softly, pinching a strand of hair between her fingers. “Your hair is quite dry still, Luna. You

may need another treatment.”

| couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “It’s been bleached within an inch of its life,” | admitted.

My stylist frowned. “But your hair is a natural blonde, isn’t it? Why bleach it more?”

Pausing. | glanced in the mirror and met Noah's gaze. His jaw was set hard, his face betraying no emotion where

there should have been. | had, after all, traded my beautiful honey blonde locks for platinum ever since we had

gotten married.

All so | could look more like Zoe.

Taking a deep breath, | finally answered with a sickly sweet voice. “My husband always preferred the bleach

blonde look,” | said with a dismissive wave of my hand.

The stylist chuckled, and | did as well-but | also glanced back toward Noah again, secretly hoping that my words

had cut him, at least a little bit.

But when my eyes darted toward the spot where he had been, he was now gone.