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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held in

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

soaking through his expensive suit, his body

to leave her graveside until physically carried

guards, Lucas collapsed

his delirium, Aria came to

replayed that fateful night, but with

he hadn't left

recognized the danger, had grabbed her hand

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

place is going to

smoke burning their lungs as they

the labyrinthine

Each step felt like salvation-he was

her again.

the exit door appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass

Aria suddenly stopped.

how he pulled,

fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their

sides bulging

ominously.

go NOW!" Instead of responding, Aria looked at him with such profound sadness that

heart constricted.

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

the inferno.

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"ARIA, NO!"

explosion engulfed her, erasing her from existence in

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

his system. The dream had felt so real-for those few precious moments, she had

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

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

trophy.

approached her slowly. "Put it down,

controlled tone only seemed to further unravel her

head back in

screeched, holding the urn tighter. "This worthless bitch stole everything from me! First my ceremonial dancer position,

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

at her next

should have killed her years ago instead

have saved us all

justified three years of torment had been fabricated. He had destroyed Aria for nothing. Pure rage gave him a surge of

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

legs buckled

beneath him.

as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his sudden movement, stumbled backward, losing her grip

tumbled through the air in what

before shattering against the marble floor with a sound that

ashes across the wet floor, the rain quickly dissolving them into nothingness, washing away the last physical trace of her existence. Lucas stared in mute horror, a guttural sound

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

lips was both prayer and apology-too late

territory buzzed with

territory, where Aria

life.

reports of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent

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

who had loved Lucas

that fire, exactly as

planned.

room, carrying a steaming cup

for your treatment,

downing the dark liquid in one determined gulp. Seeing her

of candied ginger. “Just a bit longer. Two more weeks

be fully healed, and you can

as she gently brushed a strand

Aria's face.

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price of her freedom. She had escaped the fire that night through careful planning, but hadn't

abandoned building.

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

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 new

first time in

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through Lucas's very soul.

ashes across the wet floor, the rain

of her existence. Lucas

coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

both prayer and apology-too late for either to matter. The

Thornwood Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals

even as far as the Northern territory,

life.

reports of Lucas's breakdown reached

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

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

that fire, exactly as

planned.

sitting room, carrying a steaming cup of

"Time for your

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

"Then your legs will be fully healed, and you can audition for the

mother's eyes softened with pride as she gently brushed

Aria's face.

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at her legs, considering the price of her

escaped the fire that night through careful planning,

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

forward,

face like talons!

she

"remove

The

funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that

alongside the gathered

with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate as he placed it into the marble crypt. Every

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

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

that would make their daughter's

everyone else who had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served her daily coffee-had come to

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

Lucas knelt before her tombstone, a broken Alpha

traced the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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should have held in life, not just in death. "Aria..." Her name caught in his throat, tears falling before

their kitchen on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over him in waves of regret so powerful they physically

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

guards, Lucas collapsed with a

his delirium, Aria came to

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