Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

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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.

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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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should have held in life, not just in

the way she'd dance around their

through his expensive suit, his body shivering violently though he felt

her graveside until physically carried away

Lucas collapsed with

his delirium, Aria

replayed that fateful night, but with one crucial

he hadn't left

this version, he had recognized the danger, had

he shouted, gripping her fingers so tightly he feared he might hurt her, but

hold. "The whole place is going to

burning their

the labyrinthine

step felt like salvation-he was saving her this time. He

her again.

exit door appeared ahead, freedom

Aria suddenly stopped.

pulled, she

the fire had already reached

sides bulging

ominously.

his voice crack. "We have to go NOW!" Instead of responding, Aria looked at him with such profound

heart constricted.

softly. "You're the one who killed me." With those words hanging between them, she

the inferno.

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"ARIA, NO!"

her, erasing her from existence

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

sweat despite the fever ravaging his system. The dream had felt so real-for those few precious moments,

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:

arrived, the scene before him was something from a nightmare. Leila stood in the rain, mascara streaming down her face,

trophy.

approached her slowly. "Put it down, Leila," he

only seemed to further unravel

back in manic

worthless bitch stole

in death, she gets to be Luna

at

instead of just

have saved us all this

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

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him-as his fingers nearly reached

legs buckled

beneath him.

as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his sudden

delicate ceramic container tumbled through the air in what

against the marble floor with a

washing away the last physical trace of her

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

apology-too late for either to matter.

in southern territory buzzed

Northern territory, where Aria quietly followed the news of her

life.

reports of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent revenge

"remains," his collapse at her memorial-she simply offered an enigmatic smile and changed

past was the past. The she-wolf who had loved Lucas Thornwood had died

that fire, exactly as

planned.

the sitting room, carrying a steaming cup of

"Time for your treatment,

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

bit longer. Two more weeks of treatment

legs will be fully healed, and you can audition for

with pride as she

Aria's face.

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her legs, considering the price of her freedom. She had escaped the fire that

abandoned building.

she fled, a falling beam pinning her legs, nearly costing

legs were healing, her future bright with new possibilities.

into

time in years, she

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through Lucas's very soul.

ashes across the wet floor, the rain

into nothingness, washing away the last physical trace of her existence. Lucas stared in mute horror, a

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

name on his lips was both prayer and apology-too late for either to matter. The Northern

territory buzzed

whispers reaching even as far as the Northern territory,

life.

breakdown

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

past was the past. The she-wolf who

that fire, exactly as

planned.

the sitting room, carrying a steaming

for

the dark liquid in one determined gulp. Seeing her daughter's

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

as she gently brushed a

Aria's face.

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at her legs, considering the

escaped the fire that night through careful planning, but

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father-people spoke to her in reverent tones,

she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed at

face like talons!

until she stumbled and collapsed to

called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss

floors. The massive oak doors

funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain

mourn alongside

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

couldn't escape. This couldn't be happening-he couldn't be burying the mate

the collective sobs behind him crescendoed. Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her radiance had

face the ceremony that would make

had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served

mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow

before her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered statue-like in

traced the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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in death. "Aria..." Her name caught in his throat, tears

around their kitchen on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over him in waves of

expensive suit, his body shivering violently though he

Lucas collapsed with a

delirium, Aria came to

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