Alpha Noah ✔️

Chapter Eighteen

Word Count: 1725

~Abella

The persistent nudge of paper against my cheek wakes me.

Blearily, I blink my eyes open until I can fully see. I slept like a baby last night. After my meeting with Noah that morning, I worked all day with a genuine smile on my face, which is a change from my usual attitude. Noah didn't mention anything about my promotion, but I'm sure I'll start by next week. It might not be such a good idea to spend more time around him...

The smell of flowers reminds me of what woke me in the first place. Glancing to my right, I notice a small envelope sitting neatly on my pillow. Sitting up, I see my name scrawled onto the blush pink paper, that glimmers which each turn of the light.

Peeling it open, my mind wanders. Who could this be from? I'm convinced it's Noah, thanking me for our nice walk last night.

Instead, I see it's sent from Cian, my mate.

Abella.

I somehow get the feeling you have no interest in having a further conversation about our relationship. We are mates. I know this isn't what you expected, nor wanted, but I believe talking about this together will help you come to terms with this much easier. Understandably, this is hard, but I promise I can make this all worth it for you.

Call me whenever you please, and I will be there as soon as possible. I will be patiently waiting, my love.

Cian.

Loosening a breath, I place the note back down on my side table. As much as it pains me to admit it, I know he is right, in that I have to face this issue as soon as possible. I make a mental note to call him and agree to sit down with him. But for now, I need to go to work and pray my life can resume as normal. No Immortals, no Alpha's.

This mentality didn't last for long.

By the end of the week, thoughts began to plague my head, the I decided I needed to act upon. Noah's words in the garden did not pass me by. He offered for me to come visit him, to keep him company in his rather lonely life. It's been a tempting offer that I haven't been able to stop considering. I want to see him again, disguising my intentions behind a hope to find out more information on my promotion.

I decide tonight, at the end of my working week, to go visit him. Tomorrow, I will face Cian. For now, I'm hoping maybe Noah will be able to give me advice on what to do. If I call Sam, I already know what she would say. She already believes I've been blessed, despite my contradictory thoughts.

Tonight, I'm walking in through the front entrance, rather than the back. Noah truly does have a beautiful home, with magnificent pale pillars leading up to the front door, two lines of separate pool like features filled with glittering emerald water right by my feet as I walk.

I can't help but wonder why he keeps everything so immaculate in his life. Perfection, it seems.

The front door is large and looming, but I don't let that intimidate me. Knocking on the door, I want a few moments for someone to come and answer. Except no one does.

Knocking again, I wait a few more moments before considering whether I should go in or not. Surely, he isn't home. I remember him mention how the little staff he has, and how they don't stick around at night, when he prefers his privacy. He must be inside his large manor, and can't hear me knocking on the front door. Maybe I should come back tomorrow.

Just as I was about to turn away, the door opens. Much to my surprise, it's an unfamiliar man, who frowns at me. Suddenly, I feel like a criminal. Why did I think it would be okay for me to come here at this time of night to speak to Noah, as if him and I are friends? We haven't known each other for more than a few weeks.