Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

Chapter 192

Chapter 0192

Hannah

The chair across fromremained suspiciously empty, and all | could do was nervously fidget with my napkin.

The waiter had cby three times already, each visit more pointed than the last. | checked my phone again-

still no word from Zoe.

| kept telling myself that she would come, even though | had been sitting here for more than thirty minutes past

our meeting time. Scott had assuredhe had set up this meeting. He wouldn't lie, right?

Soon, an hour passed. Then two. The sympathetic looks from the staff were becoming unbearable. | had gone

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from sipping my coffee to practically gulping it down, my nerves frayed and my patience wearing thin.

Finally, frustration overtook my patience. | stood up abruptly, tossing scash on the table for my now- cold

coffee.

“To hell with this,” | grumbled, storming out of the restaurant.

The drive to Zoe’s house was a blur. Why hadn't she shown up? Did she hatethat much? Was she really that

angry? | only wanted to make amends, to apologize and treat her to dinner. She had promised to come, or so

Scott had said.

And yet...

By the t| pulled up to her driveway, my knuckles had gone white on the steering wheel. Taking a deep

breath, | forced myself to calm down before approaching her door. This was about making things right, | kept

telling myself, not letting my temper get the better of me.

| knocked, perhaps a bit too forcefully. After a few moments, the door swung open. Zoe stood there in flannel

pajamas, her hair messy and her eyes bleary. She blinked atin confusion, clearly not expectingto be

there.

1, too, blinked in confusion-because to see the usually perfect Zoe so mussed and unkempt was perhaps the

rarest occurrence in all of history.

“Hannah?” she asked, her voice hoarse as though she had just been napping. “What are you doing here?”

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| stared at her for a moment, my prepared speech dying on my lips. “Zoe, don’t... Don’t you know we were

supposed to meet?” | muttered.

Zoe's brow furrowed. “What are you talking about? | haven't heard anything about a meeting.”

My stomach dropped. “But... Scott said he called you. Set up a tfor us to talk at the cafe.”

“Hannah, | never got a call from Scott,” Zoe said, shaking her head. “This is the first I'm hearing about any of

this.”

| felt like | had been punched in the gut, my mind whirling. Either Scott had outright lied to me, Zoe had

forgotten about our meeting, or Zoe was the one who was lying. Either way, | was confused and, frankly,

annoyed.

“I, um...” | stammered, suddenly feeling sheepish beneath her gaze. Better now than never, | supposed. Look, |

wanted to meet so | could apologize for the whole Drake situation. So... I'm sorry. Really. | didn’t