All Chapters of Regretting and Rejecting: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MicahI was able to rearrange our days so I could spend most of my time with Hannah. We did training together with the pack as well as with my dad. My mom had started discussing Luna training with Hannah. She said I couldn't go to that with her and I pouted a little, but Hannah didn't change her mind.I had noticed Hannah eyeing me all day, every time I caught her eye, she'd blush a little and look away. She was normally so confident and sassy, the bits of shyness had me curious. I felt through our bond and sensed a bit of nervousness from her and I

MicahI sink into her warm, wet heat and nothing has ever felt so amazing. She's tight around me, sparks flowing everywhere my body touches her soft, naked skin. I try to go slow, but I hear her hiss in pain. I immediately still and look down into her eyes."You ok, sweetness?" I ask concerned. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. She nods and grips my face with her hands."Yes, just kiss me." She

Micah"Fuck, dude. You don't have to be so aggressive. It's called 'sparring' not 'take the other guys' head off'." I complain to Griffin as he tosses my ass to the ground again."You're future Alpha, Micah. You should be able to kick my ass no problem." He scoffs as I roll my eyes."You're a the size of a fucking refrigerator." I shoot back and he smirks back because he knows I'm right.

HannahAlpha worked quickly when it came to his parties, and the man enjoyed throwing them. He only gave the pack a week to prepare for the festivities. I tried to ignore that it was happening at all, but when Micah put on dress pants and a button down shirt I all of a sudden wasn't quite so annoyed."You look beautiful, sweetness." He murmurs in my ear. His eyes are bright with excitement as he helps me slip a necklace around my neck. I smile shyly at him and look down at my pale blue dress a little hesitantly.

Epilogue4 Years Later...Hannah"God damn it!" I mutter to myself as I lift Drake out of the mess he just made. I groan in frustration as I prepare to clean up the fiftieth mess for today."What's wrong, sweetness?" I hear Micah call from the doorway as he closes the door behind him. I feel tears of frustration start to trail down my face as he walks in the room despite my efforts to sniffle them back. He looks around then his eyes land on me and his face drops."Baby, what's wrong? Is the baby okay?" He asks, worriedly, running to me and holding my belly gently. I nod and then cry even harder, feeling guilty for making him worry."What's wrong, love? Just talk to me." He begs and I take a few shuddering breaths."Drake spilled milk all over the place and he's just been a handful all day and my back is killing me." I whine and a little smile spreads across his face."Well, that all sounds like things I can handle. Com