Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 11

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Leila had been pampered her entire life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent tones, never raising their voices, let alone shouting at her.

Blind with rage, she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed at Lucas's face like talons!

Lucas deflected her attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she stumbled and collapsed to the floor in an undignified heap.

"Guards," he called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood from the pack. Immediately."

"YOU BASTARD!" Leila's shrieks ricocheted off the marble floors.

The massive oak doors slammed shut, silencing her hysteria mid-scream.

The day of Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that seemed to mourn alongside the gathered crowd.

Lucas carried her urn with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate as he placed it into the marble crypt. Every moment felt surreal, as if he were trapped in some horrific dream he couldn't escape. This couldn't be happening-he couldn't be burying the mate he had only just realized he loved.

As the final stone was placed, the collective sobs behind him crescendoed. Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her radiance had touched countless lives. Her parents, shattered by unimaginable grief, had retreated to the Northern Alpine Pack, unable to face the ceremony that would make their daughter's absence permanent.

But everyone else who had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served her daily coffee-had come to pay their respects. Their grief mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that seemed to emanate from the

earth itself.

Lucas knelt before her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered statue-like in his grief. His fingers repeatedly traced the inscription he had insisted upon: "Luna Aria Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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Luna. The title she should have held in life, not just in death.

"Aria..." Her name caught in his throat, tears falling before he could form another word. Every memory of her smile, her laugh, the way she'd dance around their kitchen on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over him in waves of regret so powerful they physically hurt.

He remained kneeling long after everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body shivering violently though he felt nothing.

That night, having refused to leave her graveside until physically carried away by his guards, Lucas collapsed with a dangerous fever.

In his delirium, Aria came to him.

The nightmare replayed that fateful night, but with one crucial difference-this time, he hadn't left

her behind. In this version, he had recognized the danger, had grabbed her hand and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

"Run!" he shouted, gripping her fingers so tightly he feared he might hurt her, but unable to loosen

his hold. "The whole place is going to blow!"

The heat was suffocating, smoke burning their lungs as they navigated through the labyrinthine

hallways. Each step felt like salvation-he was saving her this time. He wouldn't fail her again.

Just as the exit door appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass panel, Aria suddenly stopped.

No matter how he pulled, she remained rooted in place.

In the dream, the fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their metal sides bulging

ominously.

"Please!" he begged, terror making his voice crack. "We have to go NOW!" Instead of responding, Aria looked at him with such profound sadness that his heart constricted.

Slowly, deliberately, she peeled his fingers from her wrist, one by one. "You can't save me, Lucas," she said softly. "You're the one who killed me." With those words hanging between them, she turned and walked deliberately back into the heart of

the inferno.

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"ARIA, NO!"

A blinding explosion engulfed her, erasing her from existence in a violent flash of light and heat.

"ARIA!"

Lucas bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, his body drenched in cold sweat despite the fever ravaging his system. The dream had felt so real-for those few precious moments, she had been alive again, within his reach.

He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand-a pathetic ritual he couldn't break, checking for messages from a number that would never text again. Before he could unlock the screen, his bedroom door burst open, his guardian's face ashen with panic: "Alpha! There's an emergency at Luna Collins's crypt!" No one could have predicted Leila's complete psychological break-sneaking into the cemetery with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's urn, and threatening to scatter her remains.

When Lucas arrived, the scene before him was something from a nightmare. Leila stood in the rain, mascara streaming down her face, clutching Aria's urn like a trophy.

Fighting through his fever-induced weakness, Lucas approached her slowly. "Put it down, Leila,” he commanded, his voice deadly quiet.

His controlled tone only seemed to further unravel her fragile sanity. She threw her head back in manic laughter.

"Fuck you!" she screeched, holding the urn tighter. "This worthless bitch stole everything from me! First my ceremonial dancer position, now my Alpha mate! Even in death, she gets to be Luna

Thornwood while I'm left with NOTHING!"

Lucas froze at her next words.

"I should have killed her years ago instead of just framing her for challenging me! Would have saved us all this trouble!"

The confession sliced through him-the original "crime" that had justified three years of torment had been fabricated. He had destroyed Aria for nothing. Pure rage gave him a surge of strength despite his illness. He lunged forward, desperate to protect the only physical reminder of Aria he had left.

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His fever-weakened body betrayed him-as his fingers nearly reached the urn, his legs buckled

beneath him.

Time seemed to slow as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his sudden movement, stumbled backward, losing her grip on the urn.

The delicate ceramic container tumbled through the air in what felt like slow motion before shattering against the marble floor with a sound that seemed to echoChapter 11

Leila had been pampered her entire life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent tones, never raising their voices, let alone shouting at her.

Blind with rage, she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed at Lucas's face like talons!

Lucas deflected her attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she stumbled and collapsed to the floor in an undignified heap.

"Guards," he called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood from the pack. Immediately."

"YOU BASTARD!" Leila's shrieks ricocheted off the marble floors. The massive oak doors slammed shut, silencing her hysteria mid-scream. The day of Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that seemed to mourn alongside the gathered crowd.

Lucas carried her urn with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate as he placed it into the marble crypt. Every moment felt surreal, as if he were trapped

in some horrific dream he couldn't escape. This couldn't be happening-he couldn't be burying the mate he had only just realized he loved.

As the final stone was placed, the collective sobs behind him crescendoed. Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her radiance had touched countless lives.

Her parents, shattered by unimaginable grief, had retreated to the Northern Alpine Pack, unable to face the ceremony that would make their daughter's absence permanent.

But everyone else who had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served her daily coffee-had come to pay their respects. Their grief mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that seemed to emanate from the

earth itself.

Lucas knelt before her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered statue-like in his grief. His fingers repeatedly traced the inscription he had insisted upon: "Luna Aria Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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she should have held in life, not

word. Every memory of her smile, her laugh, the way she'd dance around their kitchen on

everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body

to leave her graveside until physically carried away

collapsed with

delirium, Aria came to

night, but with one crucial

he hadn't left

version, he had recognized the danger, had grabbed her hand and pulled the blindfold from

tightly he feared he

place is going

suffocating, smoke burning their lungs as they navigated

the labyrinthine

salvation-he was saving her this time.

her again.

appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass

Aria suddenly stopped.

matter how he pulled, she remained rooted in

the dream, the fire had already

sides bulging

ominously.

making his voice crack. "We have to go NOW!" Instead of

heart constricted.

"You can't save me, Lucas," she said softly. "You're the one who killed me." With those words hanging between them,

the inferno.

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her, erasing her from existence

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

his system. The dream had felt so

never text again. Before he could unlock the screen, his bedroom door burst open, his guardian's face ashen with panic: "Alpha! There's an emergency at Luna Collins's crypt!" No one could have predicted Leila's complete psychological break-sneaking into the cemetery with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's urn, and threatening

Leila stood in the

trophy.

weakness, Lucas approached her slowly. "Put it

only seemed to further unravel her fragile

back

holding the urn tighter. "This worthless bitch stole everything from

to be Luna Thornwood while I'm

at her next

have killed her years ago instead of

us all

rage gave him a surge of strength

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body betrayed him-as his fingers nearly

legs buckled

beneath him.

Leila, startled by his sudden movement, stumbled backward, losing her grip on the

ceramic container tumbled through the

against the marble floor with a sound that seemed to echo through Lucas's very

them into nothingness, washing away the last physical trace of her existence. Lucas

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

and apology-too late for either to matter. The

southern territory

whispers reaching even as far as the Northern territory, where Aria quietly followed the

life.

of Lucas's breakdown reached

packs, his obsession with her "remains," his collapse at her memorial-she simply offered

who had loved Lucas Thornwood

that fire, exactly as

planned.

mother entered the sitting room, carrying

for

it, downing the dark liquid in one determined gulp. Seeing her daughter's face contort from

a bit longer. Two more weeks

you can audition for the Alpine Dance Company like you've always

with pride as she gently brushed a strand

Aria's face.

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fire that night through careful planning, but hadn't anticipated the additional

abandoned building.

her off guard as she fled, a falling beam pinning her legs, nearly costing her the dancing career she had sacrificed everything

as her mother liked to say, freedom always comes at a price. Her legs were healing, her future bright with new

life and stepped into a painful but honest

in years, she was truly

☐ to)

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through Lucas's very soul.

across the wet floor, the rain

last physical trace of her existence. Lucas stared

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

apology-too

Thornwood Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals and

territory,

life.

breakdown reached

at her

she-wolf who had loved Lucas Thornwood

that fire, exactly as

planned.

room, carrying a steaming cup

"Time for your treatment,

downing the dark liquid in one determined gulp. Seeing her daughter's face contort from the

piece of candied ginger. “Just a bit longer. Two more weeks of treatment and we're done." "Then your legs will be fully healed, and you can audition for the Alpine Dance Company like

eyes softened with pride as she

Aria's face.

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down at her legs,

that night through careful planning, but hadn't

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life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent

with rage, she lunged forward,

face like talons!

she stumbled and collapsed to the floor in an undignified

he called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood from the

ricocheted off the marble floors. The massive oak doors

Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping

alongside

deliberate as he placed it into the

couldn't be happening-he couldn't be burying the mate

Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her radiance had touched countless lives. Her parents, shattered by unimaginable grief,

ceremony that

friends to pack members, even the

rain, creating a symphony of

tombstone, a

fingers repeatedly traced the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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"Aria..." Her name caught

on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over him in waves of regret so powerful

everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body shivering violently though he felt nothing. That

collapsed

his delirium, Aria

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