#Chapter 84: Misconceptions

Noah Noah’s gaze followed Hannah as she brushed past him, her hips swaying in that infuriatingly alluring way that always made his mouth go dry. The scent of her shampoo—light and floral—wafted towards him, stirring his wolf’s interest despite his best efforts to quell it. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he watched her disappear through the heavy oak doors and back into the crowded ballroom. Even now, after all this time, he couldn’t deny the visceral attraction he had to her. His body begged for her, craved the taste of her skin and the warmth of her lips on his neck. It had been so long since they had been intimate, and the way things were looking right now, it might never happen again. Noah closed his eyes, drawing in a slow, steadying breath as the memory of that day he had heard about Hannah’s issues resurfaces… The family doctor had a frown on his face as he reviewed Hannah’s medical reports, using one finger to push his wire-rimmed glasses a little fu