Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 127: Chapter 127

Lena’s POV

She frowned. “He’s not here?”

“Yes. Would you like me to arrange someone else?”

“Let me think.” She honestly hadn’t expected Jace to be unavailable.

Dominic flicked two fingers at the manager. The man clearly picked up on the vibe and immediately mumbled an excuse before slipping out.

Dominic didn’t rush her. He just stayed where he was, calm as ever, waiting to see what she’d do next.

She sent Jace a text, asking if he was really out tonight.

No reply.

“Dominic, can you sing?” The question popped out of nowhere. She remembered Eliza once trying to get him to do a duet with her.

One brow lifted. “I don’t perform.”

But she wasn’t joking. Right now, she genuinely wanted to hear someone sing. She walked to the door, ready to call the manager back and have him send somebody over.

The moment she pulled it open, she saw a line of tall men moving down the hallway, with the manager hurrying behind them.

“Hey, can you send a few to my room?” Jace had been her first choice, sure, but if he wasn’t around, any decent performer would do.

The manager looked painfully apologetic. “I’m very sorry. As you just saw, everyone tonight has already been booked by other guests.”

She stared at him. “Every single one?”

“Every single one. I’m very sorry. We’ll waive tonight’s fee. Please accept our apology.”

She gave a short wave, shut the door, and stood there with her arms crossed. On a random weeknight, not one performer left in the whole building. Yeah, right.

Her gaze shifted to Dominic. He was still sitting exactly where she’d left him, legs crossed, looking at her like none of this had anything to do with him.

She was not buying this level of perfect timing.

She walked straight up to him. “Was this you?”

Dominic gave a helpless little smile. "I’ve been sitting here with you the whole time. I didn’t make a single call, didn’t step out, didn’t say one word to anyone here. Lena, you’re framing an innocent man."

Lena, you’re framing an innocent man.

The way he said it was so calm, so reasonable, it almost made doubting him feel kind of unfair.

I almost bought it.

But the second we walked in, the manager’s look at Dominic had already said plenty. Dominic didn’t need to make a call. He was the alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. One look from him was basically the same as an order.

"Do you really want to hear someone sing?" he asked.

My chest tightened. "Are you going to sing?"

"No."

I clenched my jaw and forced every curse rushing to my tongue back down my throat.

I turned to leave.

Dominic caught my wrist in one swift motion and yanked me back. I lost my balance and dropped straight into his lap.

"What are you doing?" I said, trying to get up.

"Don’t move. I’m going to sing." One arm locked around my waist while his other hand reached for the microphone.

I froze.

He was serious.

He tapped the tablet, slid his finger across the screen, and picked something. A soft intro started spilling from the speakers.

I looked up at him, my chest tight, my heartbeat going completely off the rails. This man never performed for anyone. And now he was going to sing for me, just because—

The door opened.

Both of us turned.

Jace stood in the doorway in a white shirt, jaw tight, chest rising and falling hard. He’d clearly rushed over.

Then he saw me sitting on Dominic’s lap.

And he froze.

“How did you get here?” Lena blurted out, immediately sliding off Dominic’s lap. The idea of someone from outside walking in and seeing her perched there was just... no. Absolutely not.

The music was still playing. Lyrics kept scrolling across the screen, but nobody was singing now.

Dominic didn’t stop her from getting up. He uncrossed his legs, set the microphone on his thigh, and fixed his gaze on Jace. His eyes were cold enough to make most people instinctively look away.

“I heard you were here,” Jace said, looking at Lena. “Do you still want company?”

Before she could stop herself, Lena flicked a glance at Dominic.

He tapped the microphone lightly against his leg, his face unreadable.

“I thought you were busy tonight. If you’ve got stuff to do, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not busy.” Jace smiled. “This is my job. You came here looking for me, and I appreciate that. I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

Lena looked at Dominic again. His expression didn’t change, but she could feel the irritation coming off him anyway.

Now that Jace was here, sending him away would be seriously rude.

So she let him stay, and he switched into work mode instantly. “What do you want to hear?”

“Anything you want to sing.”

“I’ve been working on a new one lately. It’s pretty good.” He picked up the other microphone and started scrolling through the song list.

Lena sat back down on the couch, eyes on the screen, her stomach twisting. If Jace had been here from the start, maybe she wouldn’t have felt this weird. What really got under her skin was Dominic’s silence.

Then Jace began to sing, and his voice sounded nothing like the way he spoke. It was rich and deep, like it reached straight into the center of her chest.

At last, Lena understood why he was so popular. He could sing a love song in a way that made you believe every single word was real.

She got completely drawn in, so much that she almost forgot Dominic was sitting right beside her.

Jace was a total professional. He didn’t just perform. He poured drinks for both of them too, keeping the vibe in the room smooth and easy the whole time.

Two hours later, Lena finally asked Jace to stop. She was starting to worry about his voice.

“Done for the night?” he asked.

“Mhm. It’s getting late. We should go.” Lena got to her feet and glanced at Dominic, giving him a small signal.

Dominic held out a hand to her, fingers slightly curled, just waiting. She frowned, then took it and gave the lightest tug. He rose smoothly at once. He absolutely did not need her help. He just wanted her to be the one to pull him up.

His hand closed firmly around hers. Looking at Jace, he said, “You’ve got a great voice.”

Jace smiled, easy and polite. “Thanks.”

“We’re heading out. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.” Lena led Dominic toward the door, and Jace followed them into the lobby.

She went to settle the bill. Dominic pulled out his card, then reached into his wallet, took out a thick stack of cash, and pressed it into her hand, nudging her with his elbow. “Tip him.”

Lena glanced down at the bills, then handed them to Jace.

Jace lifted a brow.

“Next time I come by, I’ll book you again.” She tucked the money into his hand and said with a smile, “No need to walk us out. Go rest that voice.”

Jace stood there with the cash in hand, watching them leave. The moment they stepped out the front door, Dominic’s arm slid around her waist.

Inside the car, Dominic leaned back against the seat, his gaze sharp enough to cut. “Have fun?”

“It was okay, I guess.” She had honestly expected him to blow up. The fact that he’d sat there in silence while another man sang to her for two straight hours? Yeah, that had completely blindsided her.

“You two seemed pretty familiar.”

Lena turned to look at him. He glanced back at her.

“Is he better-looking than me?” he asked.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. No chance she was answering that.

She had not expected Jace to show up, and she definitely had not expected Dominic to actually pick up a microphone.

“You still haven’t answered me.” He would not let it go. “Are you close with him?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Have you seen him anywhere besides the lounge?”

Lena and Jace weren’t exactly close, not like that, but they had watched a sunrise together once. And a sunset too. Back then, they’d sat on a ridge outside the territory, coffee in hand, doing absolutely nothing.

If she actually said that out loud, no one would buy that there had been nothing between them.

"He’s the guy you watched the sunrise with."

Her heart started hammering. Guilt hit fast, and she hated it. Seriously hated it.

How did Dominic know about that?

Dominic caught her expression right away. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "So I was right."

Lena picked at her nails, shoulders drawn tight. It had been such a normal morning, really. Just her and a man she’d barely known at the time. But the way he said it made it sound like she was confessing to some huge sin.

A cold breath left his nose.

Her chest clenched hard. Then it clicked—she hadn’t actually done anything wrong. And if anyone had crossed a line, he’d done worse. He’d started this.

So why was she the one sitting here all twisted up?

She straightened her back, tipped up her chin, and met his eyes head-on. "Yeah. I watched the sunrise with him. And the sunset. We sat there, talked, drank coffee, and it was nice. I’m not hiding anything. That’s still a whole lot better than certain people sneaking off to shut themselves in a room with their ex."

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