Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Lena’s POV

"When he was chasing after me, he was still messing around with other she-wolves. And when I turned him down, he tried to drag me off and force himself on me. When that didn’t work, he literally shoved me into his car and tried to take things even further..."

I could feel I was about to spill even more, and Conrad instantly panicked. "Oh, Lena, you know how young wolves get... they make mistakes when they’re being impulsive..."

"That wasn’t some teenage tantrum," I cut in, my voice sharper than I expected. "That was pure malice. And you—coming here to apologize without mentioning a single thing he actually did—just shows you have no clue what your son really is. Or maybe... you just don’t care."

Dominic sat beside me, quietly watching everything unfold. His face stayed unreadable, but that silence of his? It was permission. He was letting me speak, letting me tear their excuses apart.

Theodore finally spoke too. "If you can’t remember the truth, then I see no reason to keep pretending the Slade family was ever a branch of the Bloodmoon Pack."

The moment Theodore’s voice dropped, the whole room seemed to freeze. His Alpha pressure rolled through the air like a silent storm.

Conrad looked like someone had slapped him hard. Caroline went stiff beside him, her lips trembling so visibly I couldn’t look away.

They always spoiled their son—back in Blueridge Pack, that was obvious. They didn’t even want Luke attending beta training because it was ‘too hard’ for him. But today... none of that could save him.

Conrad turned to Luke, forcing steadiness into his voice. "Apologize. Now. This is your responsibility."

Luke stayed frozen, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His whole body looked like it was fighting the idea of bowing his head.

But with the air this heavy—yeah, he had nowhere left to run.

"I’m sorry," Luke finally got out, each word like it scraped its way up his throat. Then came a long, painful pause. "...Luna."

He said it like the title burned his mouth.

He had to swallow this new reality—the Omega he once tried to dominate and claim was now someone he had no choice but to submit to.

Hearing that apology, something sharp and strangely warm unfurled in my chest. A kind of satisfaction I’d never felt before.

Back in the Blueridge Pack, no one ever stood up for me. I was always the one people stepped on. But here? Not today.

Once Luke finally forced the words out, Conrad muttered something about not taking up more of our time. Caroline grabbed Luke’s arm and pushed him toward the door.

They left like people scrambling off shaky ground—fast, silent, not daring to look back. The front door shut behind them, and they were gone.

The tension in the room broke instantly. Celeste lifted her teacup again, Theodore flipped another page of his newspaper, and Dominic went right back to eating, like the last fifteen minutes had never even happened.

I just sat there, staring at my plate as the last bit of adrenaline drained out of me. The rush that had kept me upright faded, and this slow-creeping fear crawled up my spine, whispering that maybe I’d screwed up... badly.

I’d called out our visitors right in front of Theodore and Celeste. It hit me only afterward that this was their estate... and yeah, it was Christmas.

After thinking it over, I finally spoke, careful and serious. "I owe all of you an apology. I caused trouble you didn’t need. I really am sorry."

I dropped my gaze. Any second now they’d tell me I’d crossed a line, that I’d embarrassed them. Honestly, it would’ve been fair.

But the scolding I expected never came. Theodore lifted his eyes from his newspaper, his face calm as ever, unreadable.

"You didn’t cause trouble, Lena. The trouble was brought here by Luke Slade. It just landed on you."

Celeste looked at me across the table, her smile steady and warm. "Sweetheart, listen. If something like this happens again, you come to us. You’re one of us now. You’re not alone anymore, okay?"

Their words weren’t dramatic or flowery—just simple, real. But somehow they slipped right into that hollow place inside me.

No one’s protected me since my mom died. My father sold me off like I wasn’t even human. My stepmother made sure I knew I wasn’t wanted. My stepsister used to laugh when she heard me cry.

Luke once said he loved me, then tossed me aside and hurt me worse than anyone else. Every lesson life handed me said the same thing: I only had myself.

And now Alpha Theodore was telling me I wasn’t wrong. Celeste was comforting me like I mattered. They stood up for me, out loud, in front of the people who hurt me. They believed me.

The warmth I’d been craving—the warmth my real family never gave me—this strange, intimidating place I’d arrived at with nothing but fear and one suitcase... gave it to me without hesitation.

My eyes blurred, and before I could stop it, a tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly with the back of my hand.

I nodded, my throat tight. "...Thank you."

After breakfast, I slipped out to the garden alone.

The whole estate was blanketed in snow. I sat on a stone bench by the frozen fountain, breath fogging in the icy air, trying to pull myself back together.

The tears I’d held in at the table finally broke free, spilling fast, like they’d been waiting for permission. I kept wiping my face with my sleeve, tilting my head back as the cold wind stung my cheeks.

The winter air was freezing, but somehow... I felt warm. So warm.

Dominic’s POV

I watched Lena from the second-floor window.

She sat alone on the bench, back straight as a rod, her face tilted up toward the sky. Snowflakes dusted her hair, and every breath she took turned into a tiny puff of white that disappeared almost the moment it appeared.

"Dominic, you know Lena’s a good girl."

My mother’s voice floated from behind me, but I didn’t turn around.

She stepped up beside me, her gaze following mine toward the garden.

"When she first came here, she didn’t fight us, didn’t ask for anything. All she wanted was to get away from her pack so her father could never reach her again." Celeste looked over at me. "She wants dignity, and freedom. Does that sound like someone plotting something?"

I kept my eyes locked on Lena’s small figure in the snow, making sure my voice stayed flat, steady. "She just wants money. She’s... calculated. A scheming wolf."

My mother let out a slow sigh. "Do you really believe that?"

Did I? The question hit harder than I expected. What I’d always thought was the truth suddenly didn’t feel so solid anymore.

She must have lived a miserable life with her old pack. The tears in her sleep last night, Conrad’s contempt today—none of that was fake.

My mother studied me for a long moment before she spoke again. "Sweetheart, being careful and being blind aren’t the same thing. Maybe try opening your heart to her. And your curse... you’re running out of time. The next full moon is coming. You need to be ready."

With that, she turned and left the room.

I stayed where I was, staring out the window. Lena was still out there, sitting in the snow, not leaning on anyone, not asking anyone for anything.

It looked like she wiped her tears again. I knew exactly what the full moon meant. The beast inside me would claw its way back out.

But lately I’d felt... calm. Almost too calm. Maybe this time would be different.

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