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.

the twenty-first time-nearly three hours had

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

"Aria!"

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99 Deadly

Chapter 17

Lucas reached for her the moment the medical staff departed, his trembling

intensity.

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

expecting her to evaporate at

remained perfectly still within his grasp, her voice devoid

Confusion clouded

her hands from his grip, stepping back with deliberate

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

they trusted most and still remain standing in the same room with them without screaming. I consider it

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

she had

struggled upright, nearly tearing out his

reaching for her. "It wasn't-it

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

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

of me." Her voice

can't." He shook his head frantically, his grip

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