Chapter 0336

"Luna Hannah! Alpha Noah is in a meeting," the receptionist called, but I didn't care. To hell with meetings. This was important.

I slammed through the glass doors leading to the conference room, where Noah was indeed mid-meeting with several business associates. Their heads turned, eyes widening in surprise as I screeched to a halt before the long table, panting and heaving like a madwoman.

Noah looked up, surprise and annoyance flashing across his face. "Hannah, I'm busy—"

"We need to talk. Now." I grabbed his tie, forcefully yanking him from his chair with unexpected strength. I could hear the other men chuckling and muttering as I dragged Noah from the room, but I didn't care. Their voices faded as I pulled him into the hallway.

Once alone, Noah pulled away, straightening his tie. His face flushed with anger, his green eyes flashing. Maybe yesterday, I would have crumbled at the sight of him, writhing and half-begging for his attention—he looked so Goddess-damned handsome in his gray suit and deep blue tie. But not today.

"What the hell is your problem?" he hissed, glancing back at the conference room door.

In response, I thrust my phone at him, the damning post displayed on the screen. "This," I said, my voice shaking, "this is my problem."

Noah's face paled as he read the post, his eyes widening as he listened to the audio. When it finished, he looked up with an expression like he'd seen a ghost.

"Hannah," he said, his voice low and controlled, "what the hell is this?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself even though the hallway felt like it was spinning. I explained everything.

When I finished, Noah's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "And you didn't think to tell me about this sooner?" he hissed.

I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have, but it just… it got lost in everything else. I had other, bigger things to deal with." The excuse sounded weak, even to my own ears.

Noah ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. But then his expression changed, becoming more focused. "How did they get this audio?" he asked sharply. "That was a private moment in your bedroom."

The realization hit me like a truck, making my stomach lurch. "Oh, Goddess," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "There must be… there must be cameras or microphones or something in my room."

Noah's face hardened, his eyes glinting dangerously. He pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number. "Scott," he said when his Beta answered, "I need you to go to Hannah's room and scan for hidden cameras or microphones. Tear the fucking place apart if you have to. Now."

Those words weren't directed at me, but even I flinched at the grim authority in his voice.

He hung up, then turned back to me. I tensed, wondering if I was about to receive a lifetime scolding for not telling him sooner. I certainly deserved it. I should have told him before it got this bad.

But to my surprise, his expression softened slightly as he took in my terrified face. "It's going to be okay, Hannah," he said, his voice gentler now. "We'll handle this. I promise."

I nodded, unable to speak. My throat felt tight, like I was being choked.

Noah, seeing this, stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. I stiffened, my arms slack at my sides, stunned by the sudden affection. Even more so when I felt his lips press against my forehead in a soft kiss, his breath warm against my skin.

But then, before I could react, he pulled away. The loss of his warmth left me feeling suddenly cold and vulnerable, and I had to press my hand against the cold gray wall to steady myself.

"I need to make some calls," he said, already moving away. "Go home. I'll handle this."

With that, Noah rushed off down the hallway, leaving me standing alone, reeling from his touch.