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

Chapter 0467 Hannah

"Tell me everything, Alvin."

My cousin sat in the chair across from me, manacled hands clasped together on his lap. Aside from a cold metal table and an orange jumpsuit, there was nothing between us. Nothing to keep me from lashing out at him in the way that I'd been dreaming of for months now. And yet Alvin was as cool as a cucumber.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said calmly, tilting his head to the side. "Why have you called me here, anyway? I'll have you know I was perfectly happy playing cards with the other inmates when you showed up."

I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to leap across the table and throttle him.

"You're already in prison, Alvin. There's no point in playing stupid." I leaned back and folded my arms across my chest. "I know you were working with Noah's father to give me those contraceptives."

Alvin's eyes widened a little, but he quickly schooled his expression back into one of innocent confusion. Who? Noah's father? Never met the guy."

I'd had enough of his lies. Shoving my chair back hard enough for it to scrape loudly on the concrete floor, I slammed my hands into the table-and made no effort to hide the sharp edges of claws extending from the tips of my fingers. "Bullshit. Tell me what you were doing with him. Why were you working with him to begin with?"

My cousin remained silent.

Growing annoyed by now, I snapped my fingers toward the nearest guard, who walked over obediently. He was a particularly burly guard, standing around six foot three and probably at least two hundred pounds, sporting a buzz cut and a long beard. I'd seen him earlier when I walked into the prison and personally requested for him to be in the room for

this very purpose.

"You may have been protected by the Alpha Council before you were sentenced, Alvin," I growled. "But you're in my prison now. And even if the Council came to hear your plea, do you think the guards would snitch on their own Alpha?" Alvin chuckled dryly. "Are you threatening me? What are you going to do, tickle me to death?"

"Talready beat the shit out of Alpha David," I hissed. "You'd be an easier target." (1)

At that, my cousin seemed to pale a little. His throat babbed as he glanced back and forth between me and the burly guard before finally averting his gaze.

"My daughter might be in danger if Marcus has his way whatever that may be," I continued, taking my seat once more with all the calm authority I could muster. "Maybe, if you tell me what you know, I'll consider reducing your sentence." Alvin glanced up at me, hope momentarily written across his face. He hesitated for a moment, licking his

lips, before he muttered, "You won't tell him that I told you anything?"

I nodded as I recalled the similar look of fear on Doctor Patel's face. Marcus had no doubt threatened Alvin in some way or another, just as he'd threatened the doctor into silence.

"You're safe, Alvin. Marcus won't hurt you here."

Alvin nodded and cleared his throat. "Very well. Yes, it's true. I worked with Noah's father to keep you from getting pregnant."

"Why?" I asked.

He shrugged one shoulder. "Marcus and I met at your wedding, and got to talking. One drink led to another, and soon I was revealing that I wanted to be the heir to Silvermoon, and that you stood in my way."

I shook my head. "But I was married. You were the next heir in line after me, since Lily doesn't possess the Alpha gene. I wasn't standing in your way. Not then, at least."

Alvin scoffed. "I know you, Hannah. I knew you'd find some way to wrest control of Silvermoon, I knew you would have an issue with me if I took over as Alpha and you'd cause... problems."

Iclenched my teeth and held his gaze. He was right, as much as I loathed to admit it. Alvin never wouldThis content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

have made a good Alpha.

Even Noah, if he'd still hated me, would have agreed with me and would have done everything in his power to keep anything bad from happening. We couldn't exactly let an allied pack go up in flames.

"So," Alvin continued, "Marcus offered me a solution: work for him and he'd ensure that you wouldn't stand in my way of taking control of Silvermoon. All I had to do was make sure you got those stupid 'fucking pills."

My stomach clenched at the reminder-how Alvin had expertly manipulated White Rabbit, also known as Jen, into selling me the drugs. He thought he'd be keeping himself safe from getting caught if things went south, but look how that turned out. "Did Marcus ever say why he wanted you to do this?" I asked.

Alvin paused for a moment, thinking, then shook his head. "No. He never said anything other than it was imperative that you didn't get pregnant."

"And you didn't think to ask?"

"Would you?" Alvin scoffed. "Marcus is a scary man, Hannah. I just knew he had his reasons, and that it was best if I didn't find out what they were."

He wanted to kill me, I wanted to say. He did kill me, only I was reborn. I wanted to tell Alvin the truth, to tell him that I believed there was far more to Marcus's plot than simply keeping me from getting pregnant, but I couldn't.

"Anyway," Alvin continued with a wave of his hand, "I did what he wanted. I made sure you got the contraceptives. Unfortunately, the plan clearly didn't work. And now there you are, and here I am."

I couldn't suppress the curl of my lip at that. "Yes. Here I am, and there you are," I repeated in a low voice. "Is that all you have to tell me?"

Alvin nodded. "That's genuinely all I know, Hannah. The rest... well, you figured that all out in court, didn't you?"

I smirked and rose from my chair again, smoothing down my skirt. "Yes, I did." With that, I turned on my heel and made for the door, calling to the guard over my shoulder. "Move him to the high security wing," I commanded. "See to it that he doesn't try to get out." "Yes, Alpha."

As the burly guard advanced on my cousin, Alvin shot to his feet, his handcuffs rattling against the chain attached to the floor.

"W-Wait!" Alvin cried out. "You promised you'd reduce my sentence if I told you everything! What about that?!"

I paused, my hand on the doorknob, and looked at my cousin over my shoulder. I made no effort to hide the pure, unbridled hatred in my face; the sort of hatred that only a mother who watched their baby die on the floor could feel.

"I said I would consider it, Alvin," I cooed, throwing him an evil little grin. "And I have considered it."

Without another word, I flung the door open and strode out into the corridor.

The last thing I heard before the steel door slammed shut behind me was the sound of my cousin's

screams.