Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 142: Chapter 142

Lena’s POV

When Lena stepped out of the bedroom, Samuel was already gone.

“He left?”

“Yeah.”

Dominic set a cup of warm milk in front of her. She sat down and took a small sip. “Did he say what he was planning to do?”

“No.”

She picked up the toast he’d made and bit into it. “Messing with someone else’s relationship is just wrong.”

She honestly wanted the people around her to end up with the ones they loved. And she definitely didn’t want any of them chasing their own happiness by wrecking someone else’s.

Anyone who knowingly did that was trash. Plain and simple.

“Agreed.” Dominic put down the plate. “Let’s just hope he’s got enough conscience left not to stick his hand in this again.”

Lena chewed her toast and looked straight at him. “You literally told him last night to go take her.”

“I didn’t tell him to do it. I said it was an option.” Dominic’s face didn’t change. “If he’s actually a decent man, he won’t.”

She gave a quiet scoff.

She had never asked Dominic whether what he’d done to the Slade family came from personal grudges or was just business, full stop. There was nothing left between her and Luke anyway. No point digging that mess back up.

“There’s something you should know.” Dominic leaned against the counter. “Samuel brought Aria to you on purpose.”

Lena looked at him and blinked.

Dominic didn’t beat around the bush. He laid out the whole Stonewall Pack situation in one go—Garrett’s company, the failed project, the investment proposal, and Samuel’s plan to use Aria’s connection with Lena as a backdoor.

It clicked for her instantly. The whole thing made sense now.

“Samuel seriously thinks too highly of me.” She almost laughed. “Does he actually believe I can sway your decision?”

The self-mocking smile on her face made Dominic frown. “Everyone around us can see that you affect my decisions. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”

I went quiet.

He picked up my empty plate and cup and carried them into the kitchen.

Lena stayed where she was, replaying every word he had just said like her brain was stuck on a loop. Her eyes widened. Then she shot to her feet and hurried into the kitchen, hands tucked behind her back, leaning in close to him.

"So what you’re saying is, if I asked you to invest, you would?"

Dominic didn’t even look up. He kept rinsing the cup under the water, calm as ever.

A grin spread across her face, bright and shameless. "Dominic, do I really matter that much to you?"

He flicked her a glance, set the cup on the rack, dried his hands, and walked out of the kitchen. "Daniel already had the jewelry and bags sent to the estate. Sort through them when you have time."

He took his coat off the hook and headed for the door.

"Dominic."

He stopped. Half bent over as he slipped on his shoes, he lifted his head at the sound of his name.

Lena walked over and kissed him.

Then she pulled back fast.

His brows drew together. He caught her by the arm, tugged her back in, and deepened the kiss without the slightest hesitation.

She pushed lightly at his chest, but he sucked on her lower lip until it stung a little before finally letting her go.

His thumb brushed over her swollen lip, slow and gentle. "Want to come to the office with me?"

"No. Go. Out."

He laughed. "Seriously?"

"Go." She knew exactly what was on his mind, and yeah, the answer was absolutely not.

"Alright." He opened the door and stepped outside, then suddenly turned back and kissed her again before she could dodge him. "Bye."

Lena stood there, completely stunned.

He left. The door shut.

Then it flew open again.

Dominic strode back in, closed the door behind him, hung his coat back on the hook, and swept her straight up into his arms.

I hooked an arm around his neck. "Didn’t you just leave?"

"Yeah." He was already carrying her toward the bedroom.

"Then why are you back?"

"What do you think?"

If she still hadn’t gotten it before, she definitely got it now.

She pressed both hands against his chest. "Can you chill a little?"

"This is me chilling."

He set her down on the bed, undid a button on his shirt with one hand, and leaned over her.

She gave his shoulder a light smack. He only kissed her harder, deeper.

Outside, the morning sky turned dark in a snap. Rain came down like it had lost its mind, hammering against the glass, one drop after another, fast and merciless.

The storm didn’t last long.

Half an hour later, the downpour eased into a thin drizzle. Raindrops slid slowly down the windowpane. Sunlight broke through the clouds again, spilling back into the room in a warm golden wash.

Alya’s POV

She was staying with the Garrett family. The whole Stonewall Pack was on edge, desperate for a good outcome. They had pinned all their hopes on her, but no one had ever actually pressured her about it.

After lunch, Garrett’s mother told her to get some rest. She went back to her room and called Samuel.

The phone rang for a long time before he finally picked up.

"Sam, I..."

"I’m busy right now. I’ll call you later."

"Oh. Okay. Sorry."

She hung up fast. The second she realized she’d interrupted him, guilt hit her right away.

I sat on the bed, too restless to stay still. She wanted to reach out to Lena herself, but the thought alone made her chest tighten. What if Lena didn’t want to hear from her at all?

Samuel had already made it crystal clear: no acting on impulse, not without his approval. Before she did anything, he had to know first.

He still hadn’t called back. She waited, nerves stretched tight, feeling useless and stuck, like she couldn’t do a single thing right.

Then her phone buzzed.

A location pin from Samuel popped up on the screen, along with one short message. "Come here."

She didn’t even pause. She grabbed her bag and rushed out.

Garrett’s mother caught sight of her hurrying down the hall and called after her, "Where are you going?"

"To see Alpha Samuel."

She took a cab straight there. The destination was a quiet café, all dark wood and low lighting, with the rich smell of espresso hitting from the doorway the second she stepped inside.

Samuel was seated at a corner table, laptop open, clearly in the middle of work. When she approached, he looked up.

"...Sam." She stopped in front of him.

"Sit." He closed the laptop. "What do you want to drink?"

For a second, she almost said nothing. But she had come here to ask for help. Pushing him too hard would only be rude, and talks like this couldn’t be rushed.

"A latte."

The server brought the coffee over not long after.

Samuel leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on her through his glasses. The look alone made her even more uneasy, but she forced herself to stay quiet.

"The situation with Stonewall Pack isn’t hopeless," he said at last, voice calm and even. "But it’s definitely not simple either. At the end of the day, business comes down to value. Stonewall Pack needs investment from Bloodmoon Pack, and Dominic needs proof that the investment is worth it."

"Worth it?" she asked carefully, almost holding her breath.

He nodded once. "Yes. Worth it."

Relief loosened something in her chest. "How long until there’s an answer?"

"Stonewall Pack’s business is large in scale. Every piece of data, every financial report, has to be checked and verified." He paused, then added flatly, "That’s not something that happens overnight."

I frowned. "My cousin’s project can’t stay on hold forever. Every extra day means higher costs, more money burned, more people and resources tied up."

"I know." Samuel glanced at the laptop in front of him. "I’m pushing as fast as I can."

I followed his gaze and looked at the screen. "You’re doing the evaluation yourself?"

"Not just me."

"Thank you. Seriously." I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself. "When do you think I should bring this up with Lena?"

He went quiet for a second, thinking it through. "How long are you planning to stay?"

I bit my lip and lowered my eyes. "Garrett said once I got in touch with Lena, I could head back. I’m not exactly doing much here anyway. I don’t have enough pull to really change anything."

A dry little laugh slipped out of me. "I know what I can and can’t do."

Samuel adjusted his glasses. "If you’re in a hurry to leave, that’s fine too."

I looked up at him.

"Garrett’s situation didn’t become this bad overnight. Waiting a few more weeks probably won’t change the outcome."

"I’ll stay a little longer." I didn’t want to leave empty-handed. At the very least, I needed an answer before I went. "I want to meet with Lena."

I said it carefully, checking his reaction first.

He thought about it, then gave a small nod. "Go ahead."

I let out a breath of relief, but the next second, unease crept right back in. "Sam, there’s something—"

"You called me Sam last night." He looked at me, a warm smile touching his face, though there was something deeper behind it. "You can keep calling me that. ’Alpha Samuel’ sounds way too formal."

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