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.

in southern territory buzzed with scandals

far as the Northern territory, where Aria

news of her

life.

Lucas's breakdown reached

packs, his obsession with her "remains," his collapse

offered an enigmatic

The she-wolf who had loved Lucas Thornwood

that fire, exactly as

planned.

carrying a steaming cup

"Time for your treatment,

accepted it, downing the dark liquid in one determined

from the bitterness, her mother quickly

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

we're

done."

be fully healed, and you can audition

Company

like

you've

always dreamed."

mother's eyes softened with pride as she gently brushed a strand of

Aria's face.

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her legs, considering the price of

the fire that night through

gasoline containers that someone

abandoned

building.

her off guard as she fled, a

costing her the dancing career she

everything to protect.

But as her

freedom always comes

with new possibilities. She had

her past life and stepped into a

the first time in years, she was truly

to)

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entire life by her Alpha

never raising their voices, let alone shouting

with rage, she lunged forward, perfectly manicured

face like talons!

attack effortlessly, shoving

floor in an undignified

"Guards,"

called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood

Immediately."

"YOU

The

shrieks ricocheted off

doors slammed shut,

beneath a weeping

to mourn alongside the

Lucas carried her

gathered crowd.

with trembling hands, his

it into

marble

moment felt surreal, as

dream he couldn't escape. This

the mate he had only just realized he

was placed,

beloved. Her radiance

unimaginable grief, had retreated to the

unable to face the ceremony that would make their

permanent.

had known Aria-from childhood friends to

her daily coffee-had come to pay their

mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that seemed

emanate

from the

earth itself.

broken Alpha rendered statue-like in his

the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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should have held in life, not

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

word. Every

memory of her smile,

her

laugh,

the

she'd dance

on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over

powerful they physically hurt.

had

his body shivering

to leave her graveside until

guards, Lucas collapsed with a

Aria

nightmare replayed that fateful night, but with

he hadn't left

had

blindfold from her

her fingers so tightly he feared he might

unable to loosen

place is

was suffocating, smoke burning their

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

door appeared ahead, freedom visible through

the labyrinthine

her again.

Just

Aria suddenly

stopped.

how he pulled, she remained

had already reached

sides

bulging

ominously.

he begged, terror making his voice crack.

of responding, Aria looked at him with such profound sadness that his

deliberately, she peeled his fingers from her wrist, one by

can't save me, Lucas," she said softly. "You're the

words hanging between them, she turned and walked

the heart

the inferno.

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her from existence

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

gasping for

system. The

she had been alive again, within his

for his phone

nightstand-a pathetic ritual

for messages

that would never

the screen, his bedroom door burst

panic: "Alpha! There's

have predicted Leila's

the

bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's urn, and

to scatter her remains.

scene before him was something from

mascara streaming down her face, clutching Aria's

trophy.

weakness, Lucas

only seemed to further unravel her fragile

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