Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Lena’s POV

The next morning, I was making coffee when Dominic’s phone went off.

He picked up, listened for a few seconds, and his whole face tightened.

"When?" He paused. "Got it."

He hung up and looked straight at me.

"Your father’s at the estate. He showed up this morning."

A chill ran all the way down my spine. I’d told him not to come. Told him never to set foot here again. But of course he came anyway. Sylvain Foster never cared what I wanted—not once.

"I’m going with you," I said.

Dominic gave me a slow once-over. "You don’t have to."

"He came because of me." I was already heading to the closet. "I’ll deal with him myself."

Dominic was halfway through changing when the doorbell rang.

I walked to the intercom, glanced at the screen, and blinked. Samuel was there—standing at the door in a wrinkled suit, looking like he’d just crawled off a red-eye.

I opened the door. He looked surprised for maybe half a second, then slipped right back into that effortless, polished charm of his.

"Is he up?" Samuel asked, one hand braced on the doorframe.

"He’s up," I said, stepping aside. "Do you need him right now? I can go get him."

"No need," Samuel said, already walking in. "I’ll find him."

He knocked on the bedroom door, and Dominic opened it almost immediately. Dominic’s eyes flicked past Samuel to me. Samuel made a tiny gesture—barely a tilt of his head.

They definitely needed to talk, and they didn’t want me listening. It was obvious. So before Dominic even had the chance to shoo me off, I went back to the living room.

I sat on the couch, waiting. While I waited, my phone rang—Anna.

Her voice came through breathless, half laughing, half crying. "He actually came, Lena. Daniel pulled up in this black sedan, wearing a full three-piece suit like he walked straight out of a magazine. The whole neighborhood came outside to stare—people were literally standing on their porches with their mouths open!"

I burst out laughing. I laughed for real— that sudden, full-body lightness, the kind that makes your eyes ache from smiling, completely overtook me.

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I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, my heartbeat thudding a little too fast. "And then what happened?"

"He showed up with a whole car full of gifts. My mom’s table was literally overflowing. He told my parents he was my boyfriend, that we argued and I ran back home in a fit. Then he said he drove all that way just to apologize and take me back."

Anna’s voice shifted, a wry little laugh sneaking in. "He handed my dad some fancy cigars and bought my mom a diamond necklace. The moment they saw all that stuff, those dramatic lines like ‘I’d rather die than let you leave’ just—poof—vanished. It was like they’d never said a single word of it."

"So, is he taking you home now?" I teased.

"He’s leaving in an hour. Lena, this is all thanks to you. But... now there’s a new problem."

Her sudden turn made my stomach tighten. "What problem?"

"He bought way too many things. I feel like I have to pay him back somehow. Babe, my freedom is about to bankrupt me."

I’d been ready for something serious, so I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. "Freedom doesn’t come with a price tag."

"Oh, and Lena," she added, her voice softening—lighter, almost shy. "He marked me. Before we left my parents’ place."

I sucked in a sharp breath. "Are you serious?"

"Of course. It’s official now!"

"Anna." My voice cracked. "I’m so happy for you. God, that’s amazing."

And I meant every word. Anna deserved all of it.

After we hung up, I just sat there grinning up at the ceiling, warmth filling my chest.

Anna had someone who’d drive overnight just to save her. Their bond was intense, real, sweet.

And me? My partner kept secrets. He vanished with no explanation. Every time I got close to whatever he was hiding, he backed away.

He never said where he disappeared to for days, who he talked to on the phone, and I still had no clue why Samuel showed up at our door at dawn.

That warm feeling slowly faded, replaced by a dull ache in my stomach.

Samuel’s POV

I closed the bedroom door behind me.

"What’s up?" Dominic was still in his pajamas, eyes half-open with exhaustion, yet somehow he still managed to look chilly and detached.

I pulled off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. I hadn’t slept at all. The long flight was bad enough, but the talk with Eliza last night had drained whatever patience I had left.

"She refuses to leave," I said. "I spent half the night talking to her—basically begging her. She just won’t go."

Dominic leaned back against the wall, his expression darkening. "She doesn’t want to break the bond?"

"She does. She says she wants to cut things off with her mate. But she won’t go home. She keeps repeating that she needs to stay near you." I dragged a hand down my face, frustration slipping into my voice. "I even told her that if her mate figures out she came back for you—figures out there’s still something between you—breaking the bond will get ten times harder."

I let my hand fall, unable to hide the irritation anymore. "I’m done. I don’t want this job anymore."

Dominic pressed his lips together, silent for a long stretch. Then he said, "Tell her to finish it now. While I’m still alive, I can help her sort herself out. Once I’m dead, she won’t have another chance."

His words dropped into the room like stones sinking straight to the bottom.

I frowned. "It’s the day after Christmas. Don’t say stuff like that."

"Not saying it doesn’t make it false." His eyes locked onto mine—steady, unflinching. "You know I mean it."

I took a slow breath. My face went cold, the same expression I only ever used in court, right before delivering a verdict. Never for a friend.

But he was right. We both knew it.

The conversation was done. There was nothing left to add, so I opened the door and stepped out.

Lena was on the couch, phone in hand. She looked way more awake than when I first came in—guess she’d been in a pretty good mood while we were talking.

"Sorry for interrupting," I said, pausing in the hallway.

"It’s fine." She gave me a warm little smile. "Weren’t you working with another pack? Are you done already?"

I glanced back toward the bedroom, then shook my head. "Not yet. It’s the holidays, so I came back to rest a bit. I’ll be heading out again soon."

"That must be exhausting," she said, tilting her head, genuine sympathy softening her features.

"What can I say? Gotta make a living." I shrugged, trying to keep it light.

She laughed, and the sound was warm, soft, almost soothing. "Alright, on that point, I’m totally with you."

"Well then, I’m heading out."

I said it casually and turned toward the door, but right before leaving, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back at Lena one more time.

She was still smiling. Light, warm, genuine. She hadn’t moved a single thing in Dominic Voss’s house, hadn’t claimed any corner as her own, yet somehow she was the only reason this place felt anything like a home.

And then Eliza crossed my mind. She’d loved Dominic when everything was smooth sailing, but the second the curse really hit, she ran without looking back.

Now she wanted to return—not because she suddenly grew the courage to stay, but because she couldn’t stand the thought of someone else taking her spot.

Lena didn’t run. She’d chosen to stay because she truly understood what kind of man Dominic was. Cursed, distant, hard to get close to, practically marked for doom—but she still chose him.

A wolf who abandons her partner and a wolf who stays... those two don’t even belong in the same sentence.

Eliza was never worthy of Dominic. And this time, I could only hope he’d be smart enough to figure that out before everything crashed beyond repair.

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