Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 2

Her mother's excited voice immediately came through the mindlink: “That's fantastic, sweetheart!

We'll start the pack transfer ritual right away-once it's done, there's no turning back. It's a point of

no return."

Her fingertips trembling, but her voice remained unshakeable: "I won't change my mind."

Her mother was about to end the mind-link but hesitated, cautiously asking: "What about that alpha mate of yours? Didn't you chase after him forever? I thought you were head over heels for him."

The word "mate" felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

Aria's mind instantly flashed back to the healer's room-the cruel laughter, Lucas sprawled carelessly on the bed scrolling through social media, his friends' vicious mockery, and the devastating realization that he'd wasted three years pretending to accept her solely to execute some twisted revenge plan for Leila Blackwood.

Her heart constricted so violently she could barely breathe, like someone had reached into her chest and was squeezing it with bare hands.

"I'm done with him," she heard herself say, her voice raw but eerily steady. "Completely done. Forever."

After the mind-link, Aria stood motionless on the sidewalk, letting the bitter wind whip through her hair. She stared up at the bleak gray sky, drew in a deep breath that burned her lungs, and turned toward what she had foolishly called "home."

The moment she pushed open the door, the familiar scent punched her in the gut. Aria froze in the entryway, staring at the living room she knew so well, feeling like she was trapped in someone else's nightmare.

This was Lucas's den-the one he'd casually invited her to share after accepting her.

That day, he had leaned against the doorframe with that trademark smirk and shrugged: "Wanna

move in?"

Back then, she'd blushed like an idiot, heart soaring with joy, believing it was the beginning of their bond rather than what it actually was-convenient access for his ongoing psychological torture

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campaign.

had spent countless nights lying beside him, dreaming about their future mating ceremony, picturing their cubs running

like wolfsbane

another calculated move to maximize her pain

depths of his obsession with Leila-to waste three years of his life with someone he despised, to let her sleep in his

the perfect illusion before destroying her

days, Aria didn't

in the den and systematically purged every

her pathetic crush-a thick,

V-neck + those black jeans = DYING. Had to

pass his coffee but I swear our fingers

letting ME into

flipped through page after cringe-worthy page, tears streaming down her face, each drop burning

a garbage bag with such force it tore through the plastic, her hands shaking with

came the gifts

limited-edition ceremonial knife she'd stood in line overnight to purchase. The leather jacket that cost more than her rent. Each item representing months of sacrifice and planning on her part,

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forgotten on his.

dozens of photos she'd secretly taken

Lucas giving speeches at pack gatherings, dominating the training grounds, holding court in hallways surrounded by admirers-each one had once made her

into the trash, methodically erasing every physical reminder of her

third day, Aria had finally purged the

now-barren living room, she felt a strange

like shedding a skin

the front door swung open