Chosen by the Beast Alpha

Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Lena’s POV

We ate in silence.

Dominic’s phone lit up a few times during dinner, but he only glanced at the screen and never opened anything.

She didn’t think it was Eliza. No way she’d bounced back that fast.

After that, the screen stayed dark, and the rest of dinner passed in rare, peaceful quiet.

When they were done, they walked out of the restaurant together. Dominic went to pay, and Lena waited by the entrance.

A second later, Eliza came out too, a small group trailing behind her. Their eyes met in the lobby. Eliza’s gaze was icy, all that usual softness gone without a trace.

Lena’s eyes slid over her and moved on, not bothering to linger. Eliza said goodbye to her friends, took a few steps toward her car, then suddenly stopped and turned back.

By then Dominic had come out too, closing the distance between them.

Eliza’s eyes reddened on the spot. Instantly. Seriously, her acting skills were kind of insane.

Only after making sure Dominic saw the tears did she get into her car and drive off.

"Let’s go," Dominic said, his voice dropping into Lena’s ear.

"What did Eliza major in?" Lena asked as she walked up beside him.

He looked at her, clearly confused.

"Drama, maybe?" she said with an innocent face.

He didn’t answer. He just started the car.

Lena got in and didn’t keep joking.

On the way home, she stared out the window. The evening air had softened, and the brutal heat from earlier had finally faded.

She cracked the window open and let the breeze drift in. Up ahead, traffic started slowing down. A police car shot past on the shoulder, lights flashing. A few minutes later, an ambulance followed, siren slicing through the air.

There’d been an accident somewhere ahead.

The road was a total mess. Two lanes were completely jammed, and everyone was forcing their way into the third. Lena hated that kind of line-cutting, that shameless me-first energy.

Dominic waited it out, patient as ever. Only when the car behind finally left enough room did he ease the car back into the lane.

They rolled past the accident little by little. A pink Mini had slammed into the back of a truck. The front end was crushed so badly it barely looked like a car anymore, airbags blown open like white, deflated ghosts. The driver’s seat was empty. Whoever had been inside had probably already been taken away in an ambulance.

Lena kept staring at that car. Something about it felt way too familiar.

...Eliza had driven off from the restaurant in a pink Mini.

She turned to look at Dominic. If that really was Eliza’s car, he’d know at a glance.

His eyes stayed locked on the wreck for a long moment, like he couldn’t pull himself away.

A sharp blast of a horn came from the car behind them. Dominic pressed the gas and merged back into traffic.

She had honestly thought he would pull over, get out, make sure it wasn’t her. But he didn’t. He just drove all the way home.

So maybe it wasn’t Eliza’s car. Or maybe he didn’t believe that himself.

After they got back, Lena went to her room and set her things down. "I’m going to take a shower."

When she came out, Dominic was on the phone. His face was tight, jaw clenched so hard it looked like it hurt.

"I got it," he said, then ended the call.

He turned around, and their eyes met.

"Something came up. I need to go out."

A quiet feeling rose in her chest. She already knew what this was probably about. She didn’t ask. She just nodded.

He went into the bathroom. A moment later, the front door shut, while she was still standing in the hallway, listening to the sound of running water and letting out a tired sigh.

No matter what he said, no matter how cold his words sounded, his steps always carried him in the same direction.

That tiny bit of victory she’d scraped out of dinner popped like a soap bubble the second that phone rang.

Eliza really had been in a car accident last night. The pink Mini. The ambulance. All of it.

Lena saw it on her Instagram.

Posted at four in the morning.

No face. No injuries. Just a photo of the ceiling in a hospital room.

But in the corner of the photo, there was a pair of very obvious male legs, stretched out from the chair by her bed.

They were Dominic’s.

The caption read: "He’s just that stubborn."

Five words. That was basically a victory speech.

Lena took a slow breath and reminded herself that Dominic was not her problem.

She had slept alone in the apartment, while he had spent the whole night sitting by Eliza’s bedside. And Eliza had made sure she knew it.

Fine. Let them play happy little make-believe. She was the outsider here. She’d been seriously dumb to think a few sharp words over dinner would fix anything.

At four in the morning, Eliza could still get Dominic to sit by her hospital bed.

"Lena, the manager wants to see you."

A coworker’s voice snapped her out of it.

She closed Instagram and went to the office.

Her manager told her she needed to travel for work, to help with a joint project with a partner company in another district. About a week, give or take.

She agreed on the spot. The schedule was crazy tight, so she went straight home, packed a bag, and headed for the airport.

She texted Anna that she was leaving on a business trip.

Anna replied: "We’re just the invisible worker bees anyway."

Two hours later, she landed and waited in the arrivals hall. Her manager had said someone from the partner company would pick her up.

A black sedan rolled to a stop in front of her. The window slid down, and a man leaned out from the driver’s seat. Sharp jawline, expensive watch, bored look like the whole world had wasted his time. "You Lena?"

"Yeah."

"Get in." He didn’t get out. Didn’t offer to help with her luggage either.

"And you are?"

He looked mildly annoyed at being asked. "Grant Whitmore."

That pretty much explained his whole vibe. He’d come to the airport to pick up some irrelevant Omega. In his eyes, that was probably beneath him.

Lena lifted her suitcase into the trunk herself, then walked over to the front passenger door.

"Sorry," Grant said before she could pull it open. "That seat’s for my girlfriend."

She didn’t say a word. She just shut the door again and got into the back.

As the car rolled through unfamiliar streets, she texted her supervisor to confirm someone had picked her up.

"I’m taking you to the office," Grant said, eyes fixed on the road. "After that, I’ve got dinner plans, so you’ll need to get yourself back to the hotel. Memorize the route. I’m not picking you up tomorrow."

"No problem."

She had zero interest in complaining. He was already doing her a favor.

Her supervisor replied almost right away, asking who had come to get her. She told him.

A shocked emoji popped up.

Then another message followed: [Grant Whitmore. Alpha heir of the Moonborn Pack. He only works in this business because his father made him. Heard he’s got a nasty temper and basically no patience for Omegas. Don’t piss him off.]

Yeah. That tracked.

She typed back: [Thanks for the heads-up.]

Then she turned her gaze to the window.

Everything outside looked nothing like the Bloodmoon Pack. The air seemed cooler here, the sky stretched wider, and even the trees felt unfamiliar, like she’d landed in somebody else’s world.

Grant’s phone rang.

He picked it up with one hand and pressed it to his ear while steering with the other.

"Babe... the company made me pick someone up. I’ll come find you once I drop her off... might be a little late, so wait for me, okay?... I know, I’m sorry. Go look around the shops. Buy whatever you want, put it on my tab... good girl. See you soon."

Lena kept her eyes on the road ahead and tried not to react.

She hated when people used their phone while driving. It was a huge red flag. Thankfully, the call was short.

About thirty minutes later, Grant pulled up in front of the partner company’s building.

Lena didn’t move at first.

"We’re here."

"Thanks."

She got out, walked to the back, and pulled her suitcase from the trunk. Before she could even close it properly, Grant had already hit the gas and taken off.

She let out a faint scoff and headed inside.

The receptionist pointed her to the right department. She met the project lead, exchanged introductions, and by then it was already the end of the workday.

They invited her to dinner, but she turned them down politely, saying they could celebrate after the project was finished.

Honestly, it felt more like basic courtesy than real enthusiasm anyway, and they didn’t insist.

She took a cab back to the hotel, showered, then sat down on the sofa with her laptop open and started going through the project specs.

She had to cram every bit of the material into her head, just in case someone tried to make things difficult for her tomorrow morning.

Her phone lit up.

It was Dominic calling.

For a second, Lena had almost forgotten he even existed.

Was he home? Had he finally noticed she wasn’t there?

She let the first call ring for a while. When the second one came in, she picked up.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"On a business trip." She kept scrolling through the files on her screen. "What is it?"

"You didn’t tell me."

Her finger paused on the touchpad, a dry little smile tugging at her lips. "You’ve been busy. I didn’t want to bother you."

Silence filled the line.

"When are you coming back?"

"Not sure yet." Deep down, she had still been waiting for him to explain where he’d gone last night. But of course, he didn’t. Same old story.

So she had no intention of telling him anything about her schedule either. He probably didn’t care anyway. Maybe he was just asking out of habit.

"Okay," he said.

Her fingers started moving again. "Anything else?"

"No."

"Then bye."

This time, she hung up first.

She didn’t love him. There was no point dragging this out anymore.

The next day, work swallowed up every second she had. She forgot lunch, skipped dinner too, and only ordered takeout at nine. Even then, she was eating with one hand and typing with the other, totally locked in.

By midnight, she finally wrapped everything up. She stretched hard, then dropped onto the bed like her batteries had fully died, too exhausted to even glance at her phone.

A few minutes later, Lena was out cold.

The alarm yanked her awake. She took a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed a muffin from the lobby, and headed for the office.

She caught sight of Grant Whitmore’s black sedan slicing past before sliding into a flawless parallel park.

He stepped out, turned, and saw her.

But he didn’t say a word. He just walked right past her with that arrogant, can’t-be-bothered attitude.

Chapter 74

Lena’s POV

During the meeting, Grant lounged in his chair like he owned the air in the room, head down, scrolling on his phone without even trying to pretend he cared.

Up close, he looked younger than she’d expected.

After the supervisor finished the report, he turned to Lena for her input. She rose to her feet and calmly laid out her analysis, broke down the proposal structure, and gave her recommendations one by one.

She knew her job inside out. That much was obvious. She wasn’t trying to show off or win anybody over, but she’d learned that lesson a long time ago: as an Omega, the fastest way to earn respect was to make people forget what you were.

She noticed Grant’s eyes land on her. It was the first time since she arrived that he’d actually looked at her for real. He lifted his phone, snapped a picture of her, then looked away like it was nothing.

When she finished and sat back down, she saw him staring at his screen with a strange little smile that sent a chill crawling over her skin.

She frowned, but didn’t think too much of it.

After the meeting, Grant strolled over to her desk and leaned against it. "Come to dinner with us. My treat tonight."

She looked up, a little surprised.

"Not just you," he added. "The whole team. A welcome dinner."

"Okay," she said.

After work, everyone packed up and thanked Grant with obvious enthusiasm. He flicked a hand like it was no big deal, but it was pretty clear he was eating up the attention.

He shot Lena a glance. "Hurry up."

She grabbed her bag and followed him out. In the elevator, everyone chatted easily, pulling her into the conversation too. When they reached the car, Grant said, "Ride with me."

She got into the back seat. They arrived at a private club with valet service and big gold-trimmed doors.

“If it weren’t for Grant, I swear I’d never set foot in a place like this in my life,” someone muttered under his breath.

“You should be thanking Lena,” another guy said with a grin. “We only got in tonight because of her.”

Something about the whole vibe felt off. She couldn’t quite name it, but it was there, crawling under her skin.

“Isn’t this a little too much?” Lena asked Grant, her brows tightening.

“I was kind of rude yesterday. Think of this as an apology.” He gave a lazy shrug. “Come on in.”

They walked through a glass corridor, so well soundproofed it felt weirdly dead, like the world had been muted. Grant led her around a few turns, then pushed open a frosted glass door.

He glanced back at her once before stepping inside and leaving the door open behind him. Lena followed. The second she entered, the door clicked shut at her back.

None of her coworkers were there. Every face in the room was unfamiliar.

And every single one of them was male.

Some lounged in leather chairs. Others leaned against the bar, drinks in hand, all relaxed and casual on the surface, but their eyes were anything but. They looked at her the way predators sized up prey.

They were all young, probably heirs from a dozen or so mid-tier packs, boys raised from childhood to believe the world owed them obedience just because of their rank.

And she was only an Omega wolf who had walked straight into their den.

“Grant.” Lena spun around immediately, her voice sharpening. “Did we come into the wrong room?”

He smiled, calm as ever. “Nope. My friends haven’t seen a pretty girl in a while. They wanted to meet you.”

Her stomach dropped hard.

“She’s even prettier in person,” someone behind her said. “Way better than the photo.”

Photo.

Grant had taken her picture, lured her here, and sent it around to these men.

“I’m from the Bloodmoon Pack,” Lena said, staring straight at Grant, each word cold and deliberate. “Do you really think this is a good idea?”

“Oh yeah? Bloodmoon does have a reputation for gorgeous Omegas.” One of the men flashed a grin and swirled the liquor in his glass. “We’re bored to death with the girls around here. Grant’s always the one bringing us something new.”

Grant looked her over with that detached, almost mocking amusement in his eyes. “Relax. They just want to get to know you.”

“I’ll pass.” She turned and grabbed the door handle.

The door was locked. Lena swallowed hard on instinct, her throat suddenly dry.

"You’re already here, so have a drink." One of the men got to his feet and reached for her wrist.

She yanked herself free so fast it almost threw her off balance. A burst of laughter rippled through the room.

"Got a temper, huh?" His grin faded. His face turned cold, and he lunged at her again.

She dodged sideways. "Grant!"

He sat in his chair with his arms folded over his chest, not moving an inch. The others had already spread out into a loose circle, casually blocking every way out, turning her panic into some sick little game.

An Omega being chased by a pack of males.

To them, it was straight-up entertainment.

Lena snatched a bottle from the nearest table, spun around, and slammed it into the head of the man chasing her. Glass exploded with a sharp crack. The laughter died on the spot.

"What the hell? Fuck!" He clutched his forehead as blood streamed through his fingers.

She stood in the middle of the room, breathing hard, gripping the broken neck of the bottle so tightly her knuckles turned white, the jagged edge pointed outward.

Her eyes swept over every face there. The teasing amusement was gone now. In its place was something worse—raw hunger, the thrill of being challenged.

"Grant." She didn’t even look at the others. "You have a girlfriend. Would you want her in a room like this? Locked in here with your friends?"

His jaw tightened.

"I trusted you. I got in your car because I thought you were a decent man." Her voice cut through the room. It trembled a little, but it held. "If anything happens to me tonight, you’re going to answer for it."

Grant’s body went stiff, but he still didn’t move. For them, this was probably nothing new.

Find a pretty Omega. Lure her in. Do whatever they wanted. Throw money at the mess afterward and call it a day.

In their world, an Omega without pack protection was just entertainment with a price tag. And a beautiful Omega from another pack, alone, without a male by her side? That was basically prey delivered to their door.

"I’ll show you what happens when prey fights back." Lena pointed the broken bottle at the bloodied man stumbling toward her. "This goes through your throat, and that’ll count as self-defense."

That made him stop for a second, but the others were still closing in.

Then a phone started ringing.

One of the men near the door picked it up. He listened for a moment, and all the color drained from his face. Then he whipped his head around and stared at her.

"Stop!" His voice came out rough and torn. "Everybody stop. Don’t touch her!!!"

The whole room went dead quiet.

He lowered the phone with stiff fingers, eyes wide as he stared at Lena like he’d just seen a ghost. "She really is Dominic Voss’s woman—the Bloodmoon Pack Alpha’s partner!!"

That name hit the room like a bomb.

Every single person there knew who Dominic Voss was. And every one of them knew exactly what would happen if he found out they had laid a hand on his partner. Not just them. Their packs, their families, everything tied to their names—none of it would survive untouched.

Lena hadn’t expected to hear Dominic’s name come out of these people’s mouths.

"Who the hell is Dominic Voss?" one clueless man asked, still not getting it.

The man who had taken the call turned and stared at him like he’d just asked what the moon was.

"You don’t need to know who he is," he said sharply. "You just need to know this—if you get on his bad side, he will ruin everything. Your pack, your family’s business, all of it. He’s done it before."

"You’re being dramatic."

"I’m not!" the man snapped, face tense. "A few years ago, somebody messed with someone close to him. Dominic didn’t even show up himself. He just made a few calls. In less than a month, that whole pack fell apart. Their leader begged for a chance to meet him and never even got that."

Silence dropped over the room again.

Lena slowly let out a breath.

Just a second ago, these men had acted fearless in their own territory, like they could do whatever they wanted. And now? Now they were scared of Dominic.

"You’re all wrong."

Another voice sliced through the silence.

A man near the bar set down his glass and looked at Lena coldly, calculation flashing in his eyes.

"Dominic Voss doesn’t have a partner. Look at her neck. She’s not marked."

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