Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Lena’s POV

I honestly had no words for how stunned I was. I had zero clue why Dominic suddenly sounded so sure of himself. Was he... actually planning to accept my challenge? I mean, I said I’d prove it — that I’d eventually fall for him.

"Why did you change your mind?" I asked.

"I don’t want to disappoint my mother. And I’ve confirmed it — there’s nothing between you and Ethan." His tone was calm, almost flat.

A tiny stab of disappointment cut across my chest. I’d thought he agreed because he finally saw that faint spark between us. But clearly, he only wanted to avoid disappointing his mother.

Still, no matter what motivated him, he did help me, and he gave me the only option I could hold onto. I’d rejected Ethan’s protection, and I’d pissed off my father badly. Now he’s convinced that Blueridge Pack losing its funding was something I pushed Dominic to do.

With how he treats me, I’ll probably be sold off again to pay his debts. If I don’t want to face another completely uncontrollable future, I can only stay with Dominic.

I nodded, my voice steadier than I expected. "Understood."

The car drove into the estate and stopped in front of the tower. Daniel opened the door for us. I followed Dominic into the tower, up the spiral staircase, until we stopped at the heavy door of his bedroom.

"Starting today, you’re living in the master bedroom with me," Dominic announced.

My eyes widened automatically. What did that mean? Was he... actually willing to give us a chance?

He pushed the door open but didn’t immediately let me in, leaning one shoulder against the frame as his gaze swept over me from head to toe. The firelight from the fireplace cast warm orange against his face, sharpening every cool line of it.

"Are you satisfied now?" he said, with a hint of almost undetectable mockery. "After going in circles, you finally got what you wanted."

I stopped, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. The sting in his words hit more directly than I expected. I took a breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "It’s not enough," I said. "I’ll prove it to you — I’m serious."

He stared at me for a few seconds, unreadable in the dim lighting. Then he straightened and stepped aside, his tone flat. "I’ll be waiting."

He walked inside, tossed his coat onto the sofa, and went straight to the bar. I followed and closed the door behind me. The air held a faint chill. My gaze drifted over the outrageously expensive furniture before settling in the center of the room.

There was only one bed. That heavy, luxuriously carved four-poster bed stood like an isolated island in the firelight. By the window lay a dark rug — likely where I’d be sleeping. The boundary couldn’t be clearer.

He poured himself a drink, speaking as if stating a routine rule. "Since you’re staying here, you follow the rules. You must be back in this bedroom before ten at night. I don’t want unnecessary disturbances."

He turned, swirling the liquor in his glass, leaning against the bar as he watched me. The firelight brought out the shape of his profile but warmed nothing in his eyes.

A ten o’clock curfew? I frowned slightly, but after thinking it through — my life before had been painfully simple. I was always just trying to survive. No friends, no nightlife. Following this rule... wouldn’t be hard.

"I get it," I said. "So... besides coming back before ten, any other rules I should know about?"

He set the glass down and walked toward me, each step carrying that unique Alpha pressure, like he was taking up all the air in the room. "In this room, you do what a mate is supposed to do."

"A mate is supposed to do," I echoed, my mind inevitably flashing to the reason I’d been sent here. I deliberately acted lighter, even adding a hint of a half-joking tone. "Including sticking to the deal and giving you a pup someday?"

The moment those words landed, Dominic’s gaze turned icy. He didn’t speak right away, but I saw the tips of his fingers tightening around the glass, knuckles turning white. The air suddenly felt paused, the only sound the soft crackle of wood in the fireplace breaking the silence.

"That’s not something you should be asking right now." He finally spoke, his voice lower, colder than before. "Just do what I told you to do. Everything else—you’ll understand when it’s time."

He didn’t confirm, didn’t deny, but the clear displeasure and the way he deliberately steered around the topic said enough. I knew he was still full of suspicion toward me—every word I said, every move I made, could be another calculation in his eyes.

"Fine." I didn’t ask again. I lay down on the carpet, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, and even though we were only a few steps apart, it felt like there was an invisible wall between us. I wrapped my arms around myself gently; the skin on my wrist, rubbed raw by the rope earlier, still throbbed faintly.

But the room was full of Dominic Voss’s scent, and somehow it made me feel safe, comfortable. I didn’t even know when I drifted off, lulled by that scent, and fell asleep.

Dominic’s POV

The amber liquor swirled in my glass, reflecting the annoyingly dim lights of this private room. I leaned back on the sofa, feeling like this place was particularly suffocating today.

"So... you actually said yes to her?"

The voice came with a laugh. Samuel Clarke—one of the few people I could still tolerate being around. He pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses. The guy had rushed back here without even bothering to change out of his vest.

"Yeah." I didn’t even bother lifting my eyelids.

"Daniel told you about it?"

"Daniel doesn’t volunteer this kind of thing," Samuel said with a smile, pouring himself a drink with the elegance of someone filming an ad. "I forced it out of him." He swirled his glass. "I heard that little Omega sweet-talked you? Said your curse could be broken if you let her close?" He tapped the rim. "You believe that?"

"I don’t."

"But you agreed."

I didn’t respond—so that counted as confirmation.

Samuel laughed and even picked up my glass, downing the rest of the liquor from the spot where my lips had touched. "Can’t blame me for being curious, Dominic. You never even gave Eliza that kind of chance. But some random Omega who broke into your territory and you—"

"Enough." My voice was ice. "This isn’t a chance. She’s a variable. The curse has been rotting me long enough. If there’s even the smallest possibility of breaking it, I have no reason not to try."

"Variable." Samuel repeated the word slowly, eyes sharp behind his glasses. "That’s seriously what you’re telling yourself?"

I shot him a flat look and didn’t bother answering.

Just thinking about it—about that woman, alive and breathing, sitting in my tower, in my bedroom—made my brow knot up again. I’d said yes. Let her get close, let her try. I still had no clue what the hell snapped in my brain at that moment, why I stood there and let her finish talking... and then actually agreed.

Maybe it was something in her eyes when she spoke—not pity, not fear. Something stubborn, steady, like she’d carved that conviction into her bones. Something I couldn’t read and didn’t want to admit I noticed.

"Seriously though," Samuel set his glass down, tone finally losing all traces of teasing, "true love breaking curses—that’s not some fairy-tale slogan. You and I both know it doesn’t work unless it comes from both sides, Dominic. She reaching out is only half—"

"I know exactly what it means."

"And you still said yes."

I knocked back the liquor, heat burning all the way down. "I’m just tired of dragging this monster around for another twenty damn years," I muttered. "If this path goes nowhere, then it’s just one more variable gone to waste."

Samuel went quiet for a moment, then let out this faint sigh like he found my logic stupid but also somehow endearing. "You can call her a variable all you want, but that beast inside you isn’t gonna buy that label so easily," he said, picking his glass back up. "You let her walk into your life, Dominic. That step’s already taken. Whatever comes next—"

"Whatever comes next, I’ll deal with it when it comes," I cut in. "Save me the lecture."

"Alright, alright." Samuel lifted his glass, finally shutting up, though that knowing smirk never left his face. "Cheers. I haven’t met that omega, but I’m betting she’s nothing like the others."

His smug look made something in me itch.

I raised my glass anyway. "Wish me luck."

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