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.

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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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have held in life, not just in

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

kneeling long after everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body shivering violently though

having refused to leave her graveside until

Lucas collapsed with

Aria came to

night, but with one crucial difference-this

he hadn't left

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

he feared he might hurt her, but unable to

"The whole place is

was suffocating, smoke burning their

the labyrinthine

like salvation-he was saving her

her again.

appeared ahead, freedom visible

Aria suddenly stopped.

matter how he pulled, she remained rooted in

the fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their

sides bulging

ominously.

crack. "We have to go NOW!" Instead of responding, Aria

heart constricted.

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

the inferno.

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"ARIA, NO!"

her from

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

air, his body drenched in cold sweat despite the fever ravaging his system. The dream had felt so real-for those few

his guardian's face ashen with panic: "Alpha! There's an emergency at Luna Collins's crypt!"

stood in the rain, mascara streaming down her face, clutching Aria's urn like

trophy.

through his fever-induced weakness, Lucas approached her slowly. "Put it down, Leila," he commanded, his

seemed to further

back in manic

"This worthless bitch stole

in death, she gets to be Luna Thornwood while I'm left with

at

should have killed her years ago instead of just

saved us all

Aria for nothing. Pure rage gave him a surge of strength despite his illness. He lunged forward, desperate to protect the only physical reminder

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his fingers nearly reached

legs buckled

beneath him.

seemed to slow as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his

tumbled through the air in what felt

a sound that seemed to

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

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

on his lips was both prayer and apology-too

Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals and

territory,

life.

breakdown reached

at

was the past. The she-wolf who

that fire, exactly as

planned.

room, carrying a steaming

for your treatment,

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

a bit longer. Two more

fully healed, and you can audition for the Alpine Dance

eyes softened with pride as she gently brushed

Aria's face.

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considering the price of her freedom. She had escaped the fire that night through

abandoned building.

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

a price. Her legs were healing, her future bright with new possibilities. She had escaped

past life and stepped into a painful but honest new

time in years, she

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through Lucas's very soul.

ashes across the wet floor, the

existence. Lucas stared in mute horror, a guttural sound

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

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

Thornwood Pack in southern territory

even as far as the Northern territory, where Aria quietly followed the news

life.

of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent revenge

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

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

that fire, exactly as

planned.

carrying a steaming cup

"Time for

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

ginger. “Just a bit longer. Two more weeks of treatment and we're done." "Then your legs will be

softened with pride as she gently brushed a strand of hair

Aria's face.

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at her legs, considering

the fire that night through careful planning, but

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by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent tones, never raising their voices,

she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed

face like talons!

attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she stumbled and collapsed to the floor

voice ice-cold, "remove Miss

off the marble floors. The massive oak doors slammed shut, silencing

beneath a

alongside the

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

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

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

to face the ceremony that would make their daughter's

members, even the barista who had served her daily coffee-had

with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that seemed to emanate

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

fingers repeatedly traced the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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title she should have held in life, not just in death. "Aria..." Her

way she'd dance around their kitchen on Sunday

suit, his body shivering violently though he felt nothing. That night, having

collapsed

delirium, Aria came

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