Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 18

Chapter 17

Turning back, she found Michael-Lucas's beta-staring at her with shock etched across his face, his

dropped briefcase scattered across the hospital floor.

“L... Luna?” he stammered, face draining of color. "Is that really you?"

Escape, it seemed, wouldn't be so simple. Michael recovered quickly, positioning himself between

Aria and the exit with newfound determination.

"Please," he implored, lowering his voice. "You can't just disappear again. You have no idea what Alpha has been through since the fire. He hasn't slept through a single night in a year. Even if you want nothing to do with him now, at least stay until he's out of surgery. He literally just took a car impact for you."

Aria regarded him coolly, her expression betraying nothing of the calculations happening behind it.

"First," she stated with clinical precision, "I am not your Luna. That person died in a fire last year-a fact your Alpha publicly confirmed."

"Second, I'll stay until he's stable, but I'm leaving immediately. My company has a performance

tomorrow."

"Third, I have zero interest in rekindling any connection with your Alpha. Our relationship ended the moment he orchestrated my death."

With each statement, Michael's professional facade cracked further, revealing genuine distress, but he eventually nodded in reluctant agreement to her terms.

They settled into the antiseptic waiting room chairs, silence stretching between them as surgery continued behind closed doors.

for the twenty-first time-nearly three hours had elapsed-the

head heavily bandaged, but surprisingly conscious. His unfocused gaze swept the waiting area until

"Aria!"

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for her the moment the medical staff departed, his trembling hands gripping hers

intensity.

I kept telling them to make sure you were here when I woke up, but they thought it was the concussion talking. You're actually

pulled her closer, as if expecting her to evaporate at

grasp, her voice devoid of emotion: "Your enthusiasm

Confusion clouded his

extracted her hands from his

believed I died." Her tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. "It

could experience ninety-eight calculated humiliations from the person they trusted most and still remain standing in the same room with them without screaming. I consider it

measured word struck with surgical precision. Lucas's face drained of color

she had known

injuries, he struggled upright, nearly tearing out

reaching for her. "It wasn't-it started that way, but

interrupted, glancing at her watch. "I have a performance

wrist. "I can't lose you

of me." Her voice remained

his head frantically, his grip tightening. "Please, just

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