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

as far as

the news of

life.

of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent

packs, his obsession with her "remains,"

enigmatic smile and changed

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

that fire, exactly as

planned.

entered the sitting room, carrying a steaming cup

for your treatment,

accepted it, downing the dark liquid

daughter's face contort from

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

we're

done."

will be fully healed, and you can audition for the

Company

like

you've

always dreamed."

with pride as she gently brushed a

Aria's face.

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down at her legs, considering the price of

fire that

that someone had

abandoned

building.

explosions had caught her off guard as she fled,

legs, nearly costing her

everything to protect.

But as her

always comes at

with new possibilities. She had escaped

past life and stepped into a

time in years,

to)

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life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her

tones, never raising their voices, let alone

she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed

face like talons!

attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she

collapsed to the floor

"Guards,"

"remove Miss Blackwood from

Immediately."

"YOU

The

Leila's shrieks ricocheted off

oak doors slammed shut,

beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that

to mourn alongside the

Lucas carried her

gathered crowd.

trembling hands, his

placed it

marble

felt surreal,

couldn't

mate he had only just realized

the final stone was placed, the collective sobs

Her radiance had

grief, had retreated to the Northern

face the ceremony

permanent.

else who had known Aria-from childhood friends

who had served her daily coffee-had come to pay their

rain, creating a symphony of sorrow

emanate

from the

earth itself.

her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered

the inscription he had insisted

Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."

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title she should have held in life, not just

in his throat,

word. Every

memory of her smile,

her

laugh,

the

she'd dance around

mornings-all of it crashed

powerful they physically hurt.

everyone had

suit, his body shivering violently

leave her graveside

collapsed

his delirium, Aria came

replayed that fateful night, but

he hadn't left

version, he had recognized the danger, had grabbed her

the blindfold

shouted, gripping her fingers so tightly he feared he

unable to loosen

whole place is going to

heat was suffocating, smoke burning their lungs as

step felt like salvation-he was saving her

ahead, freedom

the labyrinthine

her again.

Just

Aria suddenly

stopped.

pulled, she remained

the dream, the fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their

sides

bulging

ominously.

terror making his voice crack. "We have to go

at him with such profound sadness

his fingers from

said softly. "You're

them, she turned and

the

the inferno.

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explosion engulfed her, erasing her from

light and heat.

"ARIA!"

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

his system. The dream had

had been

for his

nightstand-a pathetic ritual he couldn't

messages from

would

unlock the screen, his bedroom door

with panic: "Alpha! There's

have predicted Leila's complete psychological

the

with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring

to scatter her remains.

Lucas arrived, the scene before him was something

the rain, mascara streaming down her

trophy.

his fever-induced weakness, Lucas approached her slowly.

only seemed to further unravel

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