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

surprisingly conscious. His unfocused gaze swept the

"Aria!"

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Chapter 17

the private hospital suite, despite multiple fractures and internal bleeding, Lucas reached for her the moment the medical staff departed, his trembling hands

intensity.

I'd hallucinated you. I kept telling them to make sure you were here when I woke up, but they thought

closer, as if expecting her to evaporate at any

remained perfectly still within his grasp, her voice devoid

Confusion clouded

from his grip, stepping back with deliberate

Her tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. "It gave me the freedom to build a life without looking over my shoulder for your next

the person they trusted

drained of color as the

she

struggled upright, nearly tearing out

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

performance tomorrow that requires my complete focus.

can't lose you again. Not when I've

of me." Her voice remained

can't." He shook his head frantically, his grip tightening. "Please, just listen

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