Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 12

Chapter 11

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

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

the labyrinthine

her again.

Just

Aria suddenly

stopped.

as the exit door appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass panel,

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.

controlled tone only seemed to further unravel her fragile sanity. She threw

His

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

Lucas froze at her next words.

"I should have killed her

NOTHING!"

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 echo through Lucas's very soul.

The impact scattered Aria's 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 escaping him before he violently coughed up blood.

"Aria..."

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

Thornwood Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals and

as the Northern territory,

news

life.

Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent revenge

packs, his obsession with her "remains," his

simply offered an enigmatic smile and changed the

the past. The she-wolf who had

that fire, exactly as

planned.

entered the sitting room, carrying a steaming

"Time for your

downing the dark liquid in one determined

daughter's face contort from the

a bit longer.

we're

done."

will be fully healed, and you can

Company

like

you've

always dreamed."

softened with pride as she gently brushed a strand of hair

Aria's face.

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down at her legs,

the fire that night through careful

the additional gasoline containers that someone had stored

abandoned

building.

her off guard

her legs, nearly costing her the dancing career she had

everything to protect.

But as her

freedom always comes at a price. Her legs

with new possibilities. She had escaped

and stepped into a painful

first time in years,

to)

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her entire life by her Alpha father-people

raising their voices, let alone shouting

she lunged forward, perfectly

face like talons!

shoving her backward until

to the floor in

"Guards,"

ice-cold, "remove Miss

Immediately."

"YOU

The

shrieks ricocheted

shut, silencing

of Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle

to mourn alongside the

Lucas carried her

gathered crowd.

with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate

placed it

marble

felt surreal, as if he were

some horrific dream he couldn't escape. This couldn't

burying the mate he had only

the final stone was placed, the collective sobs behind

genuinely beloved. Her radiance had touched countless

grief, had

to face the ceremony that would make their daughter's

permanent.

known Aria-from

barista who had served her daily coffee-had come

the rain, creating a symphony of

emanate

from the

earth itself.

a broken

repeatedly traced the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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title she should have held in life, not just

name caught in his throat, tears falling before he could form

word. Every

memory of her smile,

her

laugh,

the

she'd dance

of it crashed over him in

powerful they physically hurt.

after everyone had gone,

body shivering violently

leave her graveside

guards, Lucas collapsed with

Aria came

that fateful night,

he hadn't left

had

the blindfold from

gripping her fingers so tightly

unable to loosen

hold. "The whole place is going

was suffocating, smoke burning their

was saving her this time.

the exit door appeared ahead,

the labyrinthine

her again.

Just

Aria suddenly

stopped.

he pulled,

already reached the gasoline containers, their

sides

bulging

ominously.

his voice crack. "We have to

with such profound

his fingers from her wrist,

said softly. "You're the one

hanging between them, she turned and walked

the heart

the inferno.

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"ARIA, NO!"

engulfed her, erasing her from existence in a violent flash

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

upright in bed, gasping for air, his body drenched in cold

the fever ravaging his system. The dream had felt so

moments, she had been alive again, within his

fumbled for

ritual

for messages from

would

unlock the screen, his bedroom door

panic: "Alpha! There's an emergency at Luna Collins's

one could have predicted

the

with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's

to scatter her remains.

arrived, the scene before him was

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

trophy.

fever-induced weakness,

seemed to further unravel her fragile sanity.

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