Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 104: Chapter 104

Lena’s POV

Lena stood at the door of her apartment, keys still in her hand. The second she saw Anna’s message, her fingers froze right on the lock.

"What problem?" she asked at once, calling her immediately.

"Don’t get mad, okay? I’m just saying this as someone on the outside." Anna’s voice was soft, careful. "You know he might not love you, so why did you even ask what he was thinking about while he was kissing you? What were you hoping he’d say?"

Lena said nothing.

"’I was thinking about you’? You probably wouldn’t believe him. ’I was thinking about someone else’? Yeah, you’d kill him." Anna let out a quiet sigh. "In a moment like that, just enjoy it. Seriously, who cares what’s in his head?"

Lena pushed the door open, kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag on the floor, and went straight to the fridge. She pulled out a can of beer and took a long swallow.

"I just wanted him to say he was thinking about me." She didn’t think that was such a crazy ask. "We were literally kissing. If he wasn’t thinking about me, then who was he thinking about? How is that okay?"

"Babe, it’s obviously not okay. But asking won’t fix anything either." Anna paused. "I think the real issue is that you care way too much about whatever this thing is between you two."

Lena popped the tab fully open, her brows knitting together.

"You really haven’t noticed?" Anna sounded more cautious now. "You’re in too deep. Too invested in him, too invested in this whole relationship. Lena... I think you might actually be in love with him."

"I’m not," Lena shot back without missing a beat.

Anna laughed. "If you weren’t in love, you wouldn’t be on the phone with me this long. You’d be asleep by now, or out doing something fun. But instead, you’re here spiraling harder by the minute."

The beer tasted bitter. Maybe it was just her mood messing with her.

"Lena, you don’t feel secure with him. That’s the core of it." Anna’s tone turned gentler. "You caught real feelings, and now you need him to prove that you matter to him. That’s why you keep circling back to this."

"I’m not," Lena argued again on instinct. "I was joking."

"A lot of truth hides behind jokes." Anna’s voice softened even more. "There’s nothing wrong with loving him. But you need to either sit down and have an honest conversation about what this relationship actually is, or decide it’s not worth this kind of hurt and walk away before it gets worse."

Lena rolled the beer can back and forth in her palm. "It’s just a contract relationship. Once I get tired of it, I’ll end it."

After the call ended, she finished the rest of the beer and opened another one.

She rarely drank alone.

But today, she just couldn’t stop herself.

I’d always admitted I liked Dominic Voss, but liking someone and loving them? Yeah, those were two completely different things.

She knew where the line was. At least, she’d thought she did.

Lena Foster crushed the can in her hand until the aluminum buckled out of shape. She should not be wasting this much energy on a man who couldn’t even answer one simple question. She definitely should not be fighting a ghost over a relationship that had an expiration date from the start.

Sleep? Please. She’d slept alone for years and done just fine. She didn’t need him next to her.

She opened Instagram and deleted every post that had anything to do with Dominic. The ring. The cooking videos. Their hands clasped together in the dark. Gone. All of it.

Those posts had once been her weapons against Eliza, but that war was over now, and those pictures didn’t mean a thing anymore.

Her gaze dropped to the ring on her finger, the silver band catching the light in a cold little flash.

She slipped it off and set it on the nightstand.

Everything she’d done over the past few weeks—playing the flirting game on Instagram, posting the ring, poking on purpose—looked childish now. Embarrassing, even.

She should be the bigger person. Step aside. Let him be with the person he actually wanted.

But the thing was, she’d always been willing to step aside. Dominic was the one who refused to let go.

The more she thought about it, the madder she got.

She couldn’t terminate the agreement. She couldn’t get a straight answer about what she even meant to him. And somehow, she was the problem?

The anger sat heavy in her chest. She unlocked her phone, blocked Dominic’s number, and deleted his contact.

Then she opened Instagram again and scrubbed every last trace of him from her profile.

Dominic’s POV

Back in the office, he stared at the documents spread across his desk. Black words on white paper, yet every line seemed to blur and rearrange itself into Lena’s furious face.

He shut his eyes. There was no way he could work like this.

He forced himself to finish the urgent files first, then called Samuel Clarke and asked him out for a drink.

Samuel had just wrapped up with a client. By the time Dominic arrived, Samuel was still in his office, and a bottle was already sitting on the desk.

"One glass each," he said, setting the bottle down. "You’re not fully recovered yet. After this, switch to water."

Dominic dropped into the seat across from him. Samuel poured the drink. Dominic picked up the glass and drained it in one go, like he was trying to burn something out of his chest.

Samuel watched him for a second, then raised a brow. "You fought with Lena again?"

Dominic said nothing.

"You two argue more than any couple I’ve ever seen." Samuel leaned back in his chair and lazily swirled the liquor in his glass. "Seriously, I thought people without feelings in the mix weren’t supposed to fight this much."

"She just won’t let the Eliza thing go."

Samuel tilted his head, looking at him like he was already over the excuse. "Correction. She won’t let you go, because you’ve never actually explained the Eliza thing properly."

Dominic’s eyes locked on him, sharp and cold. "What exactly did I fail to explain?"

Samuel shrugged, totally unbothered. "Figure that out yourself."

"I already told her to stop bringing Eliza up. Eliza doesn’t matter." Dominic’s voice turned harder, edged with impatience. "So why is she so hung up on someone who means nothing?"

Samuel shook his head and let out a quiet breath. "And that’s exactly why I stay out of relationships. Having a past is a total disaster zone. I stick to business. Way simpler, way less drama."

Dominic’s expression darkened on the spot.

Samuel had already lowered his head and started scrolling through his phone. Then, all of a sudden, he straightened. "Wait. Did Lena block us, or did she delete her posts?"

Dominic shot him a glance.

"Check your phone," Samuel said, now fully alert. "Are there still any posts about you on her Instagram?"

Dominic frowned. He didn’t want to look. Not even a little. But after a beat, he still reached for his phone and opened Lena’s profile.

The ring. The video of him cooking. That photo of their fingers intertwined in the dark.

Gone. All of it.

"She deleted everything." Samuel kept scrolling through her page, searching fast, his face turning more serious with every second. "Every single post connected to you is wiped clean."

Dominic’s jaw tightened so hard it almost hurt.

"Try texting her," Samuel said, looking up at him. "See if she blocked your number too."

I opened our text thread and typed: "Why did you delete everything?"

Sent. Failed. Message undeliverable.

I stared at the screen.

Samuel leaned in. The second he saw the failed message, he tried—really tried—not to lose it. His lips pressed into a line, shoulders locked up tight. Then he cracked.

He shot to his feet, staggered to the wall, braced one hand against it, and laughed so hard he could barely breathe. "She blocked you. She actually blocked you. Oh my God."

I clenched my phone so hard my fingers hurt. My chest felt tight, like a steel band had been cinched around it, and my wolf kept slamming against my ribs from the inside.

Samuel wiped at the corners of his eyes, still shaking. "Lena blocking your number? Yeah, you crossed the line for real. This isn’t her throwing a fit. This is a verdict."

His phone buzzed.

He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and the laughter died on the spot.

He nudged his glasses up and looked at me. "You need to hear this."

"I don’t want to know." My voice came out flat, calm even, but it was fake. I cared. Way too much.

"You do want to know." Samuel’s tone turned serious, all the humor gone.

I looked him in the eye.

"Lena just texted me." He lifted the screen so I could see it. "She wants me to handle things between you two. She asked me to draft the paperwork to terminate your agreement."

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