Chapter 440

Hannah arched her back, slipping her leg to the side, strawberry blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. Pale blue moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, illuminating her skin like liquid silver. Noah couldn't stop himself from wondering if this was real. Even as his lips brushed her cool skin, his fingers working slow circles between her legs, her quiet gasps rising into the air, he felt like he was dreaming.

Hannah was his again. His mate. After everything, they had been given another chance.

Ever since Hannah had told him her rebirth was real—that it wasn't a joke or a story—he'd wondered why the Moon Goddess had given her a second chance at life. It seemed impossible, completely unheard of. The Moon Goddess bringing someone back from death and giving them a chance to fix what had led to their demise… Noah couldn't believe it at first.

But when Hannah had spoken so sincerely about everything—every detail of her life, death, and rebirth—he realized he had to believe her. For both their sakes, he needed to believe her, even if it felt impossible. He had. But it wasn't easy to understand why this had happened.

At first, he thought Hannah had been brought back for their child's sake—to give Melody a chance in this world. Maybe there was something special about their daughter, and the Moon Goddess thought it necessary to keep her on this earth.

Then, he considered that Hannah herself was special; perhaps she had a purpose to fulfill. Noah knew it to be true. Hannah had a destiny of her own, and she was still young. If she’d already experienced so much, surely there was far more to come.

And then Noah wondered if Hannah's second chance was given because of what had been done to their mate bond—almost severed, but not quite. A few threads remained, even after Zoe's ritual. Therefore, when Hannah had died, she was still Noah's fated mate, even if neither of them knew it.

Maybe that meant the Moon Goddess wanted to give them a second chance, too. Or maybe it was all of those things, Noah thought as he grazed gentle kisses across Hannah's skin. Maybe it was Hannah, Melody, and their mate bond that were special and needed saving. But in the end, it didn't matter; what truly mattered was that she was here. Now. In bed with him.

Slipping his shirt off, Noah knelt between Hannah's legs. She trailed her cool fingers down his torso, sending a shiver through him.

“I’ve missed you,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve missed… this.”

Chapter 441

Noah couldn't help but smirk as he caged her against the bed, just as he had done so many times before. Hannah propped herself up on her elbows, tilting her head back to look at him for a moment before easing down onto the pillow.

“You know, despite everything that happened,” Noah whispered, the head of his cock gently pushing against her opening, “I never forgot about that night in the woods.”

Hannah's cheeks instantly flushed pink at the memory—as if she weren't already fully nude in front of him, her breasts completely exposed in the moonlight. As if they hadn't made love hundreds of times before.

“You mean when I…”

Noah's smirk widened. He pressed a little harder against her, and the tip slipped in just enough for her to let out a tiny whimper, her hips greedily moving forward to take more of him.

“Yes. When you howled loud enough for the entire party to hear,” he finished for her. He pulled back a little so she couldn't get him too deep, resulting in a frustrated growl from her. But not just yet; he wanted to tease her. Savor her. Taste every part all over again, painstakingly, even if it took all night.