Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 133: Chapter 133

Lena’s POV

“You really don’t need to come back. I’m not waiting.”

Dominic let out a low chuckle. “If I didn’t come back, you wouldn’t worry?”

“Nope.” She answered without even a pause.

“Cold.” The smile in his voice vanished. “Someone’s coming in. We’ll talk later.”

He hung up.

Lena stared at her phone, suddenly realizing she still hadn’t figured out what to do about Morgan Hale. She couldn’t tell if that woman was an enemy, or someone who might end up on her side.

That night, she had dinner with Anna. Anna had planned to stay and hang out after they ate, but one phone call dragged her back to the office. Overtime. Again.

So Lena went home alone.

She scrolled through the videos on her phone and glanced at the time.

Eight o’clock.

No text from Dominic.

At nine-thirty, she yawned. She’d already told him she wouldn’t wait, and clearly, her body was taking that statement very seriously.

Ten o’clock.

A location pin popped up from Anna, along with a short message.

“Come now.”

Lena’s heart dropped on the spot.

She instantly thought something had happened to Anna. While throwing on her clothes, she called her.

No answer.

Her pulse shot up. She grabbed her bag, rushed out of the building, flagged down a cab, and gave the driver the address.

It was an upscale private club on the east side of the territory.

She found the room number and pushed the door open.

Then she froze.

The private lounge was dimly lit, all warm gold and shadow, expensive in that loud, in-your-face kind of way. A few sexy she-wolves moved around the room, pouring drinks. Some leaned against the arms of the men sprawled across the curved leather sofas. Others were practically sitting in their laps.

Lena’s eyes swept across the room.

Then she found Dominic.

He was sitting at the deepest end of the room.

Every other man had a she-wolf tucked against his side. Every single one except him. There was no woman leaning on him, no glass in his hand. He just sat there, detached and unreadable, watching the whole scene with cold eyes.

We saw each other at the exact same time. For a second, Lena had no clue whether she should step in or back out.

"Who are you?" one of the men by the table asked, giving her a slow once-over. "You in the wrong room or what?"

She flicked a glance at Dominic. "Sorry. Wrong room."

She turned to leave.

Then a sharp slap cracked through the air behind her, followed by a roar so nasty it made her stomach turn.

"You really think you’re worth that much? You’re a washed-up model, and you’re still putting on an act in front of me?"

"I came here to talk business, not to sell myself!"

Lena knew that voice.

She stopped and turned around. Her eyes had been stuck on Dominic the whole time, so she hadn’t even noticed Morgan sitting on the other side of the room.

Their eyes met. Morgan didn’t look embarrassed. Not even a little. She grabbed her bag and got to her feet, clearly ready to walk out.

A thick, heavy hand clamped around her wrist and yanked her back hard. She fell straight onto the man’s lap, and his arm locked around her waist. His face was full of booze, smugness, and that gross kind of confidence rich men wore like cologne.

"If you want to do business, show some sincerity. Piss me off, and I’ll make sure every client in this industry blocks you for good."

Morgan Hale was one of the sharpest women Lena had ever met. Her mouth was quick, her mind even quicker. But right now, pinned under a man nearly twice her size, surrounded by people acting like this was totally normal, she had no way out.

Lena looked at Dominic. He was still sitting where he’d been before. He didn’t even spare Morgan a glance.

At that moment, she believed him completely. He really didn’t know her.

Morgan struggled, but the room stayed ice-cold. A few men laughed, mocking the fat guy for not being able to handle one woman. No one cared that Lena was still standing at the door.

These men didn’t give female wolves any dignity. To them, women were entertainment, tools, little extras wedged between handshakes and contracts to keep the night from getting boring.

Lena didn’t want to get dragged into this. She owed Morgan nothing. And Morgan had never once been kind to her.

But the sound of Morgan fighting back, the anger and helplessness tangled in her voice, hit something buried deep inside Lena. It pulled loose an old memory she had tried hard to lock away. She knew exactly what it felt like to be cornered with no way out while everyone around you stood there and watched.

If it hadn’t been Morgan, if it had been any other woman sitting there saying "no" and being ignored, Lena knew she would have felt the same.

Lena took a deep breath, turned around, and raised her voice. "She said no. Are you deaf or what?"

Every head in the room snapped toward her. It was like they’d all completely forgotten she was even there.

"Didn’t you leave already? Or you wanna stay and have some fun?" The man closest to the door gave her a slow once-over, his gaze crawling over her like it had every right to.

She ignored him and walked straight toward Morgan Hale.

Morgan looked wrecked. Her clothes were a mess, and the poised, polished woman from that afternoon was nowhere to be seen.

Morgan shot her a furious glare. "I don’t need your help. Get out."

"I’m not helping you," Lena said evenly. "I’m standing up for any woman who says stop and gets ignored anyway." Her eyes swept across the room, making sure they landed on Dominic Voss. "And yeah, let’s also point out that everyone in here saw what was happening and did absolutely nothing."

Dominic’s face gave away nothing. Cold, unreadable, silent as ever.

Lena pulled out her phone. "Let her go, or I call the Pack enforcers. Your choice."

The whole room went dead quiet.

The man nearest her got to his feet and reached for her phone. He moved fast.

But another hand moved faster. Dominic’s fingers locked around the man’s wrist so hard he couldn’t budge.

"Alpha Dominic..." The man’s expression changed on the spot the second he realized who was holding him.

Dominic let go, stepped past him, and took Lena’s hand. Then he turned to the thickset man still holding Morgan around the waist. "Garrett, let her go."

Garrett’s eyes flicked between Lena and Dominic. He saw their hands clasped together. He saw Lena didn’t pull away. Something sharp flashed through his expression, like he’d just figured out a piece of the puzzle.

"If Alpha Dominic says so, how could I possibly refuse?" He released Morgan, but still couldn’t resist getting one last shot in. "Miss Hale, you’re better off being a model. Running a company? Honestly, don’t kid yourself."

For Morgan’s agency, that line was basically the final nail in the coffin. It hadn’t even properly launched, and it was already done for.

Morgan’s face turned stiff and dark. She straightened her clothes, lifted her chin, and stood tall, not offering a single word about what had just happened.

"Gentlemen, it’s late. I’m leaving," Dominic said, picking up his coat. No one in the room dared stop him.

Especially not when he was walking out with a woman’s hand in his.

He walked her out of the room. Lena glanced back at Morgan. This time, Morgan didn’t fight. She just followed them down the corridor and into the main hall.

The night wind brushed across Lena’s face. She stopped.

She turned to look at Morgan. Morgan held herself together by force, face blank, back straight, like she was refusing to let the world see even one crack.

“Are you okay?”

Morgan’s expression was icy. “I’m fine.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“No.” Morgan didn’t soften toward her even a little. Her gaze dropped to Dominic’s hand, still wrapped around Lena’s, lingering there for a second before she said nothing at all and turned away.

She walked to the curb, got into a cab, and the car pulled off.

Dominic spoke first. “You know her?”

“That’s Morgan Hale.” Lena turned to face him. “If I hadn’t shown up, you would’ve just sat there and watched.”

“She’s not my responsibility.” His tone was flat, cold enough to make her chest tighten. “The moment she walked into that room, she knew what kind of people were inside. She should’ve understood the risk.”

Lena got the logic. She did. But she hated the chill in his words.

This wasn’t just about him. What made her furious was that room itself, and every man in it treating women like accessories, like something to own.

Dominic wasn’t the worst one there, not even close. But he had stayed on the sidelines, and sometimes standing by was its own kind of complicity.

She was worn out, too drained to keep arguing. So she let it go.

In the car, he flicked a glance at her. “That woman you asked about before. It was her?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen her before.” He paused. “Are you two close?”

“No.”

“Then why did you help her?”

"I wasn’t doing it for her." Lena turned to look at him, voice steady. "If it had been any other she-wolf sitting there tonight, I still would’ve stepped in."

"Wow. That’s generous of you." Dominic lifted a brow, his tone calm but edged. "But if I hadn’t been in that room, do you have any idea what would’ve happened to you?"

She did know. He wasn’t wrong. Walking into a room full of males like that was either gutsy as hell or basically a death wish.

"I know." Lena met his gaze without backing off. "If I hadn’t seen you sitting there, I wouldn’t have said a word. The only reason I had the nerve to speak up... was because you were in the room."

Dominic looked at her, and something unreadable flickered across his eyes, quick and gone. Then he let out a soft laugh. "Well, points for honesty."

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