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.

three hours had elapsed-the operating room

gurney, his head heavily bandaged, but surprisingly conscious. His unfocused gaze swept the waiting area until it found her, his eyes immediately

"Aria!"

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

intensity.

hallucinated you. I kept telling them to make sure you were here when

closer, as if expecting her to evaporate at

grasp, her voice devoid of emotion: "Your enthusiasm

clouded

from his grip, stepping back

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

person they trusted most and still remain standing in the same room with them

face drained of color as the full implications registered-she

she had

he struggled upright, nearly

her. "It

at her watch. "I have a performance tomorrow that requires my complete focus. This melodrama

pleaded, grabbing her wrist. "I can't lose you again.

go of me."

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

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Billionairo ALIN.

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