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.

checking her phone for the twenty-first time-nearly three

gaze swept the waiting area until it found

"Aria!"

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Alpha's 99 Deadly

Chapter 17

internal bleeding, Lucas reached for her the moment the medical staff departed,

intensity.

breaking. “I was sure I'd hallucinated you. I kept telling them to make sure you were here when I woke up, but they thought it was the concussion

closer, as if expecting her to evaporate

still within his grasp, her voice devoid of emotion: "Your

clouded

methodically extracted her hands from his grip,

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 for your next

continued. "Not many people could experience ninety-eight calculated humiliations from the person they trusted most and still

surgical precision. Lucas's face drained of color as the full implications registered-she

along, she had known

he struggled upright, nearly tearing

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

her watch. "I have a performance tomorrow that requires my complete focus. This melodrama wasn't

her wrist. "I can't lose you again. Not when I've just found

of me." Her voice

frantically, his grip

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