Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Samuel’s POV

Before Samuel could even finish speaking, Dominic was already at his side, eyes locked on the phone screen like he wanted to burn a hole through it.

Samuel typed back: "Terminate the agreement with Dominic?"

"Yes." Her reply came almost instantly.

Dominic’s breathing hitched, just barely. Tiny, really. But Samuel was close enough to catch it.

"What are your terms?"

"None. I just want out."

Dominic clenched his jaw so hard Samuel could hear his teeth grind.

"Nothing at all? No assets involved?"

"Nothing. I don’t want his money. I just want the agreement ended."

Dominic straightened up, then turned and walked back to his seat. He sat down and stared at the empty glass in front of him. His face gave nothing away, but his knuckles had already gone white.

"Looks like she means it," Samuel said quietly. "She doesn’t want a single thing. She just wants to leave you."

He set the phone down on the table between them. "Your turn. Am I taking this case or not?"

Dominic kept staring at the screen. When he spoke, his voice was ice-cold. "You’re my lawyer. Ask her where she is."

Samuel let out a short laugh. "I’m not your messenger boy. If I can’t represent her, I’ll refer her to another damn good attorney."

"Samuel."

"Oh, full name now? Wow. So we’re really doing this." Samuel shoved his chair back a little. "She came to me because she trusts me. No, I can’t take her case, but I’m not going to grill her for you and trash that trust either."

Dominic looked like he wanted to smash something. Preferably Samuel’s face.

He stood up.

Samuel immediately frowned. "Where are you going?"

Dominic didn’t answer. He walked straight out and yanked open the car door.

"You’re drunk," I shouted at his back. "You can’t drive like this!"

That finally made him stop. His hand froze on the edge of the car door.

I called Daniel. While waiting for him to pick up, I leaned against Dominic Voss’s car. "I checked. Lena Foster went out. She’s at some bar."

He finally looked at me for real. "Which bar?"

"Hold up. First tell me this—did you totally lose it?"

"No."

"Wow, that answer came out fast." I lifted a brow. "So what, you’re really gonna drag this out forever?"

"Why do you care?"

"I’m curious, that’s all. You don’t love her, but you won’t let her go. The two of you fight about this every other week. A lifetime isn’t some joke, Dominic."

I tried to reason with him. "Maybe just let it end. Stop torturing each other."

He clenched his fists and looked at me like he was seriously considering the best way to punch me.

Then Daniel arrived. I stepped aside. "Go home. I’ll talk to her first, feel things out."

If Dominic showed up in front of Lena right now, it would only get uglier. Two hardheaded people crashing into each other head-on? Yeah, that never ended well.

"Watch what you say to her." He pointed at me. "That mouth of yours always makes things worse."

I pressed a hand to my chest. "I’m your friend. What’s good for her is good for me. And, conveniently, good for you too."

With a neat little flourish, I pulled the car door open for him. "Trust me. If you really don’t want this relationship ended, then it won’t end."

Dominic sat there with his eyes closed, but every line of his body was tight as a wire. He wasn’t relaxed. Not even close.

The car pulled away.

Lena’s POV

When I saw Samuel Clarke walk into the bar wearing that easy, warm smile of his, one word flashed straight through my mind:

"Sly."

"You told Dominic, didn’t you?"

The moment she asked, Samuel’s body gave the slightest stiff pause. Then he sat down like nothing had happened, a smile still hanging on his face. "You asked me to handle your separation. Why would I go tell the other party?"

"Even if you did, it wouldn’t matter." Lena crossed one leg over the other and leaned back into her seat, looking calm on the surface. "At least then he’d know where I stand. Saves me from saying it twice."

"So what actually happened?" he asked, tone light, almost casual, like he was just making conversation. "You two looked totally fine this morning."

"People can be alive one second and gone the next." She looked straight at him, her eyes steady. "Life flips fast. Nothing stays certain."

"Then what’s the reason?"

"We’re incompatible."

Samuel looked like he wanted to say more. The words reached his lips, then stopped there. In the end, he shut his mouth.

"There’s really no other way for you two?" he asked after a beat, careful and probing.

"No." Her answer came down clean and hard, without the slightest hesitation. "Two people who don’t love each other can’t build a life together. Once this falls apart, he can go back to that moon-drenched past of his, and I can go find my own future. Nobody needs to keep wasting the other person’s time."

"Fair enough." He nodded slowly.

Lena narrowed her eyes. "So? Are you taking the case or not?"

"Here’s the problem." Samuel adjusted his glasses and sat up straighter. "My firm has an exclusive agreement with Bloodmoon Pack. Anything involving Dominic or Bloodmoon Pack means we can only represent their side. It’s written very clearly in the contract."

After that, he launched into a long explanation about the firm’s background, its history, win rate, the strength of its legal team, and its place in the market. The whole thing had that polished, superior vibe to it. He kept talking and talking, hard-selling a service he literally could not offer her.

Lena listened in silence until she finally caught the pattern behind all his fancy wording.

"So what you’re saying is, all the best lawyers in the world are either at your firm or tied to your firm somehow?"

"Not all of them. Most of them." Samuel gave a small shrug. "But if you really want one, I can refer you to some very capable lawyers on the other side. We do have competitors. They’re solid too."

She took a deep breath, already done with this. "Forget it. I’ll find someone myself."

She stood and was about to leave.

"Wait." Samuel’s voice sharpened at once, urgency breaking through his calm. "Sit down. There’s something I need to show you."

I stopped in my tracks. For the first time tonight, he actually looked serious.

I sat back down. "Don’t even try to talk me into this."

"I won’t." He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, then set it in front of me. "Just look."

My eyes dropped to the display. It was a legal document. An asset transfer agreement.

"What is this?"

"Read it first."

I skimmed the page. Dominic Voss’s name. Mine. A long, detailed list of assets—real estate, investments, everything Dominic owned or held—every last bit of it marked to be transferred to me.

At the bottom was Dominic’s signature. The date was from a few months ago.

My frown deepened. "When was this drawn up?"

"Before he went to face the curse. He asked me to prepare it." Samuel Clarke’s voice stayed calm, almost too calm. "If that beast had won, if he hadn’t made it back out of the basement, the agreement would’ve taken effect automatically. Everything would’ve gone to you."

I stared at the signature.

"I showed you a transfer document once before," Samuel went on. "You turned it down, remember?"

I remembered.

"What you didn’t know was that your consent didn’t matter. He had already signed his part. This wasn’t a request, Lena. It was already done. Whether you agreed or not, the second he went to face the curse, everything was already in your name."

I couldn’t say a word.

"A man walking toward what he believed was death," Samuel said softly, "and the last thing he did was make sure you’d be taken care of."

Then he let the silence hang for a moment.

"Now tell me," he said, looking straight at me, "does that sound like a man who didn’t care about you?"

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