Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Lena’s POV

Maybe it was the wine, but my sleep was a total mess. I had that nightmare again—I was back at the edge of the Black Forest cliff. Mom stood right on the brink, the wind whipping her hair around. I wanted to scream, to grab her, but my body was completely frozen.

And in that dream, there was no Dominic. No guards rushing over. Just me, helpless, watching it happen all over again.

The moment she stepped off the cliff, I jolted awake, soaked in cold sweat. Dawn hadn’t even broken yet; the room was dim and blurry. That was when I heard it—a tiny sound from outside. The front door opening... and closing.

Pure instinct kicked in. I flipped the blanket up and dove straight into Dominic’s bed, curling into the warmth at his back. Dominic shot up instantly, reacting terrifyingly fast—his hand clamped around my neck, pushing me back into the pillow, his other arm braced near my head as his whole body loomed over me.

"What are you doing?" His voice was rough, edged with that sharp, dangerous anger he had whenever someone trespassed on his space. His gray eyes, half-lit by the faint morning light, were ice-cold and lethal.

Dominic’s POV

Honestly, I thought having a strange, unpredictable she-wolf next to me would keep me awake all night. But apparently, if Lena hadn’t suddenly crawled into my bed, I wouldn’t have woken up at all.

She stared up at me, eyes shimmering with tears. I snapped out of my defensive haze and loosened my grip, pulling myself back.

She sucked in deep breaths, then leaned toward me, whispering right against my ear, "I heard something. Luna Celeste... I think she’s here."

I immediately turned to the heavy bedroom door. I never truly believed my mother would ambush me like this—not at this hour, at least. She usually showed up when she thought it was "appropriate." But sure enough, there were faint footsteps outside, moving up the stairs toward the second floor.

Daniel’s report from last night flashed through my mind. Right. For the sake of that damn heir, my mother absolutely would pull something like a surprise inspection at dawn.

Lena shot upright like she’d been shocked, stripping off everything she was wearing—her robe, her silk nightwear—just tossing it aside. In the dim light, her body was completely bare. Her slim waist, the curve of her hips, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement...

Then she grabbed her own neck and collarbone and pinched hard, dragging red marks up on her pale skin. "What are you doing?" I frowned, unable to look away from those fresh marks... or from her naked body.

"Your mother needs to believe you’ve actually accepted me," she said, swinging a leg over me and settling onto my abdomen. Her bare skin pressed against mine, cool and soft. "At the very least, she needs to think I’m doing my part. That I’m trying to give you a pup."

I stared up at this woman—this completely conscious, uncoerced woman—who had willingly climbed into my bed and was now basically on top of me. No fear. No fainting. No running.

Her arms slid around my neck, her warm breasts pressing into my chest. She lowered her voice even more, her breath hot against my throat. "If she thinks we’re having sex, that’s the best outcome. Maybe then she’ll stop dropping by all the time."

She wasn’t wrong. My mother’s obsession with the heir was stronger than mine. And seeing Lena and me tangled up like this... yeah, that’s exactly what she wanted.

But this situation was getting very, very bad.

Her naked body was flush against mine, and that warm, sweet Omega scent of hers was hitting me harder than ever. I felt my erection pulse to life, stiffening faster than I could control.

Inside me, the wolf bound by the curse snapped awake, growling in raw hunger and excitement. He pushed at my consciousness, urging me to flip her under me, to claim the mate who was willingly offering herself right now.

But Lena and I were only putting on a performance. At that very moment, the footsteps outside came to a halt at the door. Lena heard it too — she immediately pressed herself closer, her hands sliding down from my neck to wrap tight around my waist, her body almost straddling mine, her hips brushing against my erection in what might have been an unconscious movement.

I sucked in a sharp breath. The soft pressure of her inner thigh against my cock sent a surge of pleasure so sudden and intense that my hips bucked upward once, completely beyond my control.

The last thread of my reason snapped.

I flipped her over in one swift motion and pinned her beneath me with my full weight. Lena let out a small, startled sound, her body sinking deep into the mattress under mine. I looked down, my eyes catching on the marks at her throat — the ones she had made herself, conspicuously neat and evenly spaced.

My breathing was ragged, my voice so hoarse it barely sounded like my own. "Those marks... are too obvious. My mother will see through them immediately." I pressed my thumb hard across the skin there, leaving a deeper, more convincing flush in its wake. My other hand moved on instinct down the curve of her waist, gripping her thigh firmly and spreading her leg further apart, leaving her entirely exposed beneath me.

I lowered my head and pressed my lips to the side of her neck. A short, involuntary moan escaped her throat, her body instinctively curling and twisting to pull away. I seized both her wrists immediately and pinned them flat against the mattress on either side of her, cutting off any chance of movement.

At that precise moment, the faintest sound came from the door — the handle turning with almost no noise at all — and my mother eased the door open. I could feel her gaze resting on the tangle of our bodies for several seconds. Then the door slipped shut again without a sound, and the soft tread of her footsteps gradually faded away.

Lena and I both held perfectly still, listening intently to what was happening beyond the door. When the footsteps had gone completely silent, Lena shifted beneath me and asked in a low voice: "Celeste... is she gone?"

I didn’t answer. I just looked at her. Her lips were parted slightly — soft, and wet, and far too inviting. I was aware of my cock pressing hard between her thighs, swollen to the point of pain.

Before Lena could say another word, I kissed her. I pressed past her lips, both hands sliding down to cup her breasts. She was slender — almost too slender — but her breasts were full and soft, her nipples already stiff, pressing into my palms.

I caught them both between my thumb and forefinger and rolled them with a measured pressure. "Ah..." Her body jolted sharply, and the moan slipped out between our locked lips. Her hands pushed against my chest, a weak attempt to create distance — but the feeble resistance only made it worse for me.

My other hand slid down over the flat of her stomach. Her folds were completely soaked, the slick heat of her coating my fingers the moment I touched her, soft and yielding and clenching faintly at the contact.

Lena snapped her legs together in a startled reflex, her whole body curling inward. I guided the hand she had braced against my chest downward, wrapping her fingers around my cock. It was hot and hard in her grip — she seemed caught off guard by it, her fingers going rigid, trembling slightly, yet not letting go.

Every instinct in me was screaming to push her legs apart right now — to press the swollen, aching head of my cock against her wet entrance and drive through, filling her tight channel completely, thrusting and spending inside her, completing the claiming and the possession.

But in the very last moment, right at the edge of losing myself entirely, Lena’s arms circled my neck, and against my ear she called my name — softly, barely above a whisper.

"Dominic..."

Her voice carried a quiet dependence, a trust — and it hit me like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, jolting me back to clarity in an instant.

I had almost forgotten. Everything today had been nothing more than a performance for my mother’s benefit. I pulled away from her immediately, stood with my back to her, and straightened my clothes. A wave of frustration unlike anything I had felt before moved through me.

I knew I needed her to bear my wolf pups — that was the entire reason my mother had brought her here, the only way to break the curse. But right now, my thoughts were in complete disarray.

I had always told myself that Lena had come for what she could get out of this — that she was full of lies, fragile, and trying to attach herself to whoever might be useful to her. And yet just now, it had been Lena who sensed my mother’s approach first, who read the situation quickly and played along without hesitation. She was lying in my bed now, still carrying the scent of me on her skin.

I warned myself silently. No. Do not trust any she-wolf. Not a single word. Don’t forget Eliza. Don’t forget the way she looked at you at the end — like you were something monstrous.

And yet I wavered anyway. I realized that Lena had a pull on me that could only be described as lethal. Yes — lethal. Her body, her responses — they were like the sweetest kind of poison, pulling at the cursed wolf inside me just as surely as they pulled at what was left of my reason.

Damn it.

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