Chapter 164
Noah hated these stupid fights. He hated them with a burning passion; he had always despised attending them when he was younger, back when his young male friends were obsessed with blood, sweat, and testosterone.
What baffled Noah, though, was that Hannah seemed to enjoy it now. She had never shown any interest in attending fights, and had never shown any interest in learning to fight herself, despite sparring training being common practice for healthy Alphas and Lunas.
In fact, on more than one occasion, Noah had tried to convince Hannah to try sparring. She always refused, saying it was brutish and that a “delicate” woman such as herself should never shed blood.
But now, apparently, that had changed. As the crowd roared and the announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium, as the fighters stepped into the ring in all their shirtless, muscular glory, Hannah was screaming and cheering along with everyone else, bouncing on her toes like a giddy kid in a candy shop. Noah was glad, at least, that they had box seats; a place fit for Alphas and Lunas. Something to set them apart from the creeps who might try to squeeze past Hannah and touch her hips or grope her. Goddess, but she did look hot tonight. Despite his anger and annoyance, Noah couldn’t help but let his eyes occasionally flicker down to her breasts or thighs.
She was wearing tight jeans and an equally tight, low-cut shirt—so different from her usual prim and proper attire. Her blonde hair was in loose waves over her shoulders, nearly reaching her butt. When had it gotten so long? And lately, she hadn’t been bleaching her hair as much… The darker strawberry blonde, her natural color, suited her better than the platinum crap.
If only they didn’t hate each other’s guts. Maybe then he would have put his arm around her like so many other couples in this place. Maybe he would have pulled her close against his side, letting his hand roam across her peachy rear end and her round hips. That, at least, would have made him not despise the entire occasion to his very core.
At the same time, though, Noah couldn’t help but glance over at Drake and grimace. Drake was standing right beside Hannah, cheering for the fight along with her. He was saying something in her ear, pointing at the two muscular men who were beating each other to a pulp in the middle of the ring. Every time the bell dinged, it was like Drake would shift a little closer. Soon enough, their shoulders were brushing, and Noah didn’t see Hannah showing any signs of moving away.
“I still think she’s fucking him,” Noah growled inwardly to his wolf as he sipped his beer. “In fact, I’m sure of it.”
His wolf bristled in response. “You’re still on that?”
“Of course I am. All the signs are pointing to her being pregnant, too… It has to be his kid, because we haven’t had sex in ages.”
It was true; it had been months since they had had sex. And unless Hannah was hiding an heir from him, Noah had an inkling that she was hooking up with Drake in private. Maybe she even had intentions of leaving Nightcrest to join Drake at his pack. Maybe they already had an heir of their own on the way, even though she and Noah had been married for years and had had sex during her ovulation every month like clockwork, and she had never gotten pregnant.
“It’s still possible that she only had food poisoning that night at the restaurant,” his wolf stated—always trying to be the logical one.
Noah pursed his lips. No, it wasn’t just that night at the restaurant that had him wondering; she had been showing signs of it for a while. Avoiding alcohol like the plague, always trying to touch her belly like he wouldn’t notice, suddenly caring about her health.