#Chapter 216: Home

Noah & Hannah Noah’s POV Noah’s eyes were fixed on the businessman sitting across from him at the conference table, but his mind was far away. So far away. So far, in fact, that the man’s droning voice sounded like it was underwater. He was saying something about stocks and expenditures, but it sounded garbled, meaningless, silly. Noah’s mind was on one thing. Or rather, one person. The hurt in her eyes last night, the fear in her voice—it haunted him. Hannah had lashed out at him, tossing and turning like an angry lioness all night. When he’d tried to touch her, she had flinched away. At some point, even in sleep, she had even snarled at him when he tried to pull her close. But he couldn’t blame her. The procedure she was facing was terrifying, and he should have been there with her. With his... mate. His wolf stirred restlessly inside of him, pacing and growling as if Noah’s mind was a cage. “You have fallen in love with her after all,” hi