Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Lena’s POV

Dominic headed back toward me, curling his fingers and tapping his knuckles against my window. Then he jerked his chin toward the new car Daniel had just pulled up.

I immediately got what he meant. I pushed the door open and stepped out, my legs still a little wobbly.

Daniel was already waiting by the new car, holding the back door open for me. He asked, "Luna, are you feeling alright?"

"I’m fine, thank you." I murmured, sliding into the seat. This car was just as spotless, carrying that same cold, sharp scent that always clung to Dominic.

I looked out through the glass. Dominic didn’t get in right away—he was off a short distance, on the phone. Even from here, I could see his brows drawn tight, that stormy look on his face darker than when he’d faced Luke.

A few minutes later, he hung up, tucked the phone away, and strode back to the car, pulling the door shut behind him.

Daniel started the engine. The earlier scene replayed in my head on loop—the fear in Luke’s eyes when he bolted. The worry tangled up inside me like thorny vines.

I turned slightly, studying Dominic’s sharp profile. My voice came out small. "Luke... he’s got people behind him too. Doing this to him... are we sure it won’t cause trouble? Aren’t there alliance rules between packs?"

Dominic looked at me, those gray eyes seeming even deeper in the dim car. His mouth curved into a cold, humorless smirk.

"Alliance?" He let out a low scoff. "Lena, you really think some treaty is gonna shield a loser who tried to touch my Luna?"

He leaned in just a little, and that overwhelming Alpha pressure filled the car in an instant. "Tell me, which pack leader do you honestly think would go to war with the Bloodmoon Pack... for someone who barely even matters?"

I froze, his presence pressing down on me so hard I couldn’t find a single word.

His voice dropped colder. "And even if someone is stupid enough to try something, I don’t mind showing them what real power looks like. Bloodmoon Pack doesn’t fear anyone."

With that, he leaned back again, eyes sliding shut, like the whole conversation meant nothing.

Silence settled in, but the air around him still hummed with that absolute confidence, that unquestionable dominance. This was Dominic Voss—Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. A man you couldn’t help but fear a little.

"...Thanks," I whispered, barely audible but genuine.

"No need. You promised to stay with me through the full moon." His tone was calm, almost indifferent.

Another deal. Of course. I curled my fingers into my palm, trying to hide the sting of disappointment tightening in my chest.

The car fell quiet again. We drove through two blocks as the sky dimmed, storefront lights flickering on one by one.

"Why that beta?" he suddenly cut through the silence. I turned my head and found him staring at me, his gaze steady. There was nothing harsh in his eyes, no judgment, just a straightforward question—like he genuinely wanted to understand.

"Back then, why choose someone like Luke Slade to be your partner?" he asked again.

The memories of my days in the Blueridge Pack surged up. That freezing house, the endless bullying. No love, no protection, not even one voice willing to speak up for me.

Once, I accidentally broke one of Lily’s old vases—the kind she didn’t even want anymore. Just because of that, Celia forced me to kneel on the shattered pieces. My knees were cut open, blood running down my legs.

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I didn’t dare let them fall. Crying only meant more ridicule, sharper and uglier. By midnight I fainted, and when I woke up, I decided I had to find a job and get out of that pack.

When I finally got work with the Silvercrest Pack, Luke supported me. At my send-off, he shoved a wrinkled roll of bills into my hand.

"Go, Lena," he told me. "Leave this place and start over somewhere else." At that time, Luke was all I had. I honestly believed he was going to save me.

"Because back then, he really did look like a good person," I said slowly, barely above a whisper. "He felt like a light in all that darkness."

I didn’t say every awful detail out loud. So to him, my past probably still sounded like the story of some clueless, easily fooled Omega with terrible taste.

But he only said, "You need to work on your judgment."

No ridicule. No extra sting. It wasn’t even a criticism—just a plain statement.

I shrugged. "This wasn’t about judgment, and you know it. We both do. The bond pulls you in whether you like it or not. Right?"

At the mention of the bond, he went quiet, not denying it. And that silence made all my tucked-away questions creep back up. Earlier, when he took that phone call outside—his expression had looked awful. Who was he talking to? And...

The question I’d been avoiding slipped right out. "So... when you visited the other packs—were you looking for her? Your previous partner?"

The second I said it, regret slammed into me. A moment earlier, even after all my confessions, the car had been calm. But once that question left my mouth, everything shifted.

"Shut up!"

His snarl exploded in the enclosed car, sharp and violent. This wasn’t his usual cold irritation or clipped impatience—it was the kind of reaction someone has when you rip open a wound they never wanted touched.

My whole body locked up. I pressed back into the seat, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my throat.

He’d been angry before, sure. He’d dismissed me, doubted me. But never like this. The Alpha pressure that flared out of him was so heavy it stole the air from my lungs, my fingertips going numb.

Even Daniel in the driver’s seat faltered, the car jerking for half a second.

Dominic’s roar slammed the door on everything. His chest was heaving, his eyes dark like a storm about to break. He stared me down as if I’d just ripped open some wound he’d kept buried for years.

For a second, I honestly thought he was going to grab me by the throat, maybe spit out something meant to terrify me into silence. Part of me even thought this might be it—that all those stories about him killing female wolves weren’t just rumors.

But instead, he tore his gaze away and snapped at Daniel, "Stop the car."

The vehicle slid smoothly toward the curb. Before it even fully halted, Dominic shoved the door open and jumped out, not sparing me or anyone a single glance. Within moments, he was gone, swallowed by the street.

I stayed frozen in the back seat, while Daniel sat quietly up front.

My fingers and toes were icy, a buzzing ringing in my ears. His reaction... it was too much. Way too much to be normal.

Maybe what Anna heard was closer to the truth than I wanted to believe. Maybe whatever happened between him and her was a landmine I’d just stepped on.

Daniel drove me back to the tower without a word. The master bedroom felt huge and cold, the bed emptier than ever. Lying there felt no different from curling up on the floor—Dominic wasn’t on the other side anymore, and that alone hollowed everything out.

And after that night, Dominic simply never came back. The enormous tower became mine alone, so quiet it made my chest tighten.

I didn’t see him again until the night before Christmas.

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