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.

her phone for the twenty-first time-nearly three hours had elapsed-the operating room doors finally

emerged on a gurney, his head heavily bandaged, but surprisingly conscious. His unfocused gaze swept the waiting area until

"Aria!"

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Alpha's 99 Deadly

Chapter 17

the private hospital suite, despite multiple fractures and internal bleeding, Lucas reached for her the moment the

intensity.

them to make sure you were here when I woke

pulled her closer, as if expecting

his grasp, her

Confusion clouded

hands from his grip,

me, Lucas, was when everyone believed I died." Her tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. "It gave me the freedom to build a life without looking over my shoulder

from the person they trusted most and still remain

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

she had

injuries, he struggled upright, nearly tearing

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

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

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

go of me." Her

frantically, his grip tightening.

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