Hannah
I squared my shoulders, steeling myself as I approached Noah’s idling SUV. With a sharp rap on the tinted window, I made my presence known, watching as he startled slightly before rolling it down.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his tone clipped.
I arched a brow. “You’re the one lurking outside the pub like some kind of creep. I should be asking you that question.”
Noah’s jaw tightened fractionally. “I wasn’t lurking,” he countered. “I just happened to come here for a drink.”
I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. “Right. And I’m the Alpha of Nightcrest.”
His eyes narrowed at my sarcasm. “Believe what you want, Hannah. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
Smirking, I leaned down until I was eye-level with him through the window. A piece of my hair caug
