Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Lena’s POV

Just as she reached for the taxi door, Dominic got out of his car, crossed the distance in three quick strides, and grabbed her wrist before she could pull it open.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade. "Move."

He turned to the driver. The pressure rolling off him as an Alpha was heavy, choking, the kind that made the air feel too thick to breathe. The driver’s hands locked around the steering wheel, and all the color drained from his face in a second.

"She’s not leaving," Dominic said.

The driver opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but his wolf had already made the call for him. Dominic pulled out his wallet, dropped a hundred-dollar bill onto the dashboard, and before she could even blink, the cab was gone.

She glared at him, fury burning in her chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Get in." Still holding her hand, he led her to his car, opened the passenger door, and stood there waiting.

She braced one foot against the frame and refused to get in.

Dominic didn’t force her. He just looked at her and said flatly, "If you’re late, that’s your problem. Not mine."

Grinding her teeth, she climbed in. He shut the door, walked around the hood, and started the engine.

At a red light, he turned and looked at her. His throat moved, like he was about to say something, like the words were right there, but in the end, he stayed silent.

Then the light turned green.

Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of her office building. She unfastened her seat belt and pushed at the door.

Locked.

She turned to him, her tone cold, clipped, but still polite. "Open the door, please."

Dominic’s POV

She looked awful.

Dark circles under her eyes. Puffy lids. Her skin, usually bright and alive, looked dull now, washed out with exhaustion.

She hadn’t slept all night.

Because of him.

"Have lunch with me," he said. "I’ll come pick you up."

He kept the doors locked and waited for her answer. If she wanted to sit there all day, fine. He could wait.

We looked at each other for a full minute. Then she let out a quiet sigh.

"Fine."

I pulled the door open. She walked out without even glancing back. I watched her head into the building, waited until she disappeared through the entrance, and only then drove away.

He went straight to Samuel Clarke’s office. Samuel still wasn’t there. Dominic Voss stood by the window in his office and stayed there until the door finally opened.

Samuel walked in, spotted him, and lifted a brow. "This early? What, you need a lawyer?"

Dominic turned around. "I bought flowers yesterday. Took them home. She threw them in the trash."

"Who? Lena Foster?" Samuel hung up his coat, then suddenly caught the important part. "Wait. You bought flowers? You?"

Dominic sat down and lit a cigarette.

Samuel poured himself a cup of coffee, grinning like he’d just heard gossip worth money. "Why’d she toss them? What did you do this time?"

"I’m starting to think women’s moods change faster than the weather."

"That’s because you actually care about her mood." Samuel saw right through him in one shot. "I told you already. She signed the divorce papers without blinking. You’re the one who couldn’t get it done. Now it all makes sense. Somewhere along the way, you caught real feelings."

"Ridiculous," Dominic said flatly.

Samuel took a sip of coffee. "Come on, stop acting tough. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be sitting in my office talking to me about this. You never talk about women. Never."

Dominic said nothing.

"Back then, you didn’t even mention Eliza to us." Samuel sat down across from him. "But Lena? Yeah, you’ve got it bad."

"Enough."

Samuel shrugged. "Fine, I won’t say it. Doesn’t make it any less true."

Dominic smoked in silence for a while. Then he finally said, "She accused me of going to see Eliza."

Samuel pressed his lips together, barely holding back a laugh.

"I was with you all day yesterday. Where the hell did she get that idea?" Dominic looked at him. "Did you say something to her?"

Samuel’s eyes widened behind his glasses. "Are you seriously blaming me? I never gossip with her. She’s your partner. You think I’d go chat her up behind your back? If you two end the agreement, sure, I’d be happy to talk to her. But while you’re still together? Come on."

I frowned.

Samuel let out a cold little scoff. "You’ve got zero credibility with her. That’s not on me."

"While the agreement has been in effect, I haven’t done a single thing that breaks it."

"Oh, really?" Samuel turned his face away. "Who knows?"

I shot him a vicious glare, the kind that looked like it could rip him apart on the spot.

He kept his eyes on the computer screen, acting like he hadn’t noticed a thing.

Lena’s POV

At noon, a few coworkers asked her to go grab lunch with them.

She checked the time. "You guys go ahead. I already have plans."

They traded knowing smiles, then walked off.

She was waiting for Dominic. He had said he would come. She was willing to give him one chance to make it right.

That was her problem. She was too soft-hearted.

Ten minutes passed. No call. No text.

Twenty minutes later, her phone finally rang. She let it ring a few more times before answering. She had to hold the line. She wasn’t about to act like nothing happened just because he tossed her a tiny bit of sweetness.

"Hello." Her voice was flat, almost cold.

"Something came up at lunch. I can’t make it."

She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. Her good mood had lasted exactly thirty minutes. What a joke.

She didn’t want him to know she had been sitting there waiting the whole time. "I already ate."

Silence fell on the other end of the line.

"Fine," he said.

Lena ended the call.

If it hadn’t been her own phone, she honestly would’ve smashed it on the spot.

She pushed herself to her feet, drew in a long breath, and forced the anger clawing up her chest back down.

At first, she’d planned to just grab a random wrap and head back. But she’d already told her coworkers she had something to do. If she showed up at her desk twenty minutes later carrying some sad, overpriced deli wrap that tasted like cardboard, that would be straight-up embarrassing.

So she called Anna.

Anna hadn’t eaten yet and was already nearby. They agreed to meet at an upscale restaurant, the kind with giant floor-to-ceiling windows and a pianist playing softly in the background.

"Wow, fancy," Anna said, looking around as soon as she walked in. "What’s the occasion?"

"Life’s short. Might as well enjoy it," Lena said, pulling the door open for her. "Lunch is on me."

"Thanks, boss," Anna said with a grin.

They followed the host toward a table by the window. Lena was still two steps away from her chair when she froze.

Anna caught the shift in her expression and followed her line of sight.

Dominic Voss was sitting at a table across the room.

And across from him sat Eliza.

Busy. Can’t make lunch. Sure. Right.

"Is that—" Anna narrowed her eyes. "Your partner, and that woman. That’s his ex?"

Lena let out a slow breath and turned away. "Ignore him."

They sat down, with Anna facing directly toward Dominic’s table.

"He’s looking over here," Anna said. "Does he know I’m sitting with you?"

Lena flipped open the menu. "Who even knows. Doesn’t matter."

What had she been expecting, seriously? God, this was humiliating.

"She’s looking too." Anna’s jaw tightened. "Honestly, you should’ve brought a guy with you. Make it even."

I almost laughed out loud.

"No need." Lena pointed at the menu. "Just order."

Anna handed it to the server. "Same for both of us, thanks."

"The agreement isn’t even terminated yet, and he’s already having lunch with her?" Anna lowered her voice, but the anger in it was obvious. "What the hell does he think you two are?"

"That has nothing to do with me," Lena corrected her right away. "As long as he asks Samuel to send me the agreement again, I’ll sign it. In my eyes, it’s already over between us. Whatever he does is none of my business."

"Over?" Anna shot back. "Then why is he still living in your apartment?"

The question hit dead center, exposing the weak spot in Lena’s logic. They both knew it. Anna tilted her head. "Did something happen? Is that why you asked me out to lunch today?"

"Nothing happened." Lena’s face stayed blank, almost too blank. "There’s nothing between us. Don’t waste words on someone irrelevant."

Anna kept staring at her.

"What?" Lena asked.

"Do you know what you look like right now?" Anna narrowed her eyes. "Like a woman sitting on a whole volcano of anger and refusing to let it out. You’re absolutely furious."

"I’m not."

Her phone buzzed.

Lena lowered her eyes and saw a text from Dominic.

["Didn’t you say you’d already eaten?"]

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