Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 2 Her mother's excited voice immediately cthrough the mindlink: "That's fantastic, sweetheart! We'll start the pack transfer ritual right away-once it's done, there's no turning back. It's a point of no return." Her fingertips trembling, but her voice remained unshakeable: "I won't change my mind." Her mother was about to end the mind-link but hesitated, cautiously asking: "What about that alpha mate of yours? Didn't you chase after him forever? I thought you were head over heels for him." The word "mate" felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

Aria's mind instantly flashed back to the healer's room-the cruel laughter, Lucas sprawled carelessly on the bed scrolling through social media, his friends' vicious mockery, and the devastating realization that he'd wasted three years pretending to accept her solely to execute stwisted revenge plan for Leila Blackwood. Her heart constricted so violently she could barely breathe, like someone had reached into her chest and was squeezing it with bare hands.

"I'm done with him," she heard herself say, her voice raw but eerily steady. "Completely done. Forever." After the mind-link, Aria stood motionless on the sidewalk, letting the bitter wind whip through her hair. She stared up at the bleak gray sky, drew in a deep breath that burned her lungs, and turned toward what she had foolishly called "home." The moment she pushed open the door, the familiar scent punched her in the gut. Aria froze in the entryway, staring at the living room she knew so well, feeling like she was trapped in someone else's nightmare.

This was Lucas's den-the one he'd casually invited her to share after accepting her.

That day, he had leaned against the doorfrwith that trademark smirk and shrugged: "Wanna move in?" Back then, she'd blushed like an idiot, heart soaring with joy, believing it was the beginning of their bond rather than what it actually was-convenient access for his ongoing psychological torture 16:37 Dilli Chapter 2 campaign.

She had spent countless nights lying beside him, dreaming about their future mating ceremony, picturing their cubs running around, fantasizing about growing old together in this space.

Now those memories were like wolfsbane in her veins.

Moving in together? Just another calculated move to maximize her pain when the final blow came.

She couldn't comprehend the depths of his obsession with Leila-to waste three years of his life with someone he despised, to let her sleep in his den, to run with her during full moons night after night...

All to build the perfect illusion before destroying her completely.

For the next three days, Aria didn't contact Lucas.

She locked herself in the den and systematically purged every trace of him from her life.

She found the journal where she'd documented her pathetic crush-a thick, worn notebook with every page filled with lovestruck ramblings.

"OMG saw Lucas in the pack borders today!!! Charcoal V-neck + those black jeans = DYING. Had to pretend to patrol because I couldn't stop staring!" "HE ACTUALLY SPOKE TOTODAY!!! Just askedto pass his coffee but I swear our fingers touched and there was a MOMENT. Haven't washed my hand yet lol." "I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. He said YES. ME. Lucas Thornwood is lettinginto his pack. Is this real life?? I'm literally shaking writing this!!!" Aria flipped through page after cringe-worthy page, tears streaming down her face, each drop burning like fire. She threw the journal into a garbage bag with such force it tore through the plastic, her hands shaking with anger-at him, but mostly at herself.

Next cthe gifts she'd spent thousands on- The silver wolf pendant she'd saved three months for. The limited-edition ceremonial knife she'd stood in line overnight to purchase. The leather jacket that cost more than her rent. Each item representing months of sacrifice and planning on her part, probably tossed in a drawer and 16:37 Chapter 2 forgotten on his.

Finally, the dozens of photos she'd secretly taken and printed of him.

Pictures of Lucas giving speeches at pack gatherings, dominating the training grounds, holding court in hallways surrounded by admirers-each one had once made her heart flutter like a trapped bird.

She dumped everything into the trash, methodically erasing every physical reminder of her former delusion.

By the evening of the third day, Aria had finally purged the last item.

Standing in the center of the now-barren living room, she felt a strange lightness wash over her, like shedding a skin that had grown too tight.

Just then, the front door swung open and Lucas walked in.

His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the noticeably emptier space. "What the hell did you throw out?" His tone was sharp, demanding.

Aria looked up, meeting his gaze without flinching: "Nothing important. Just garbage I should've gotten rid of years ago." Lucas stepped closer, irritation evident in his voice: "I was at the pack healer's after a serious territory dispute. Where were you?" Aria's lips curved into a hollow smile, her voice ice-cold: "You're walking around just fine, aren't you? Guess it wasn't that serious after all."

Lucas froze, clearly caught off guard by her tone. He recovered quicklyn softening his approach. "I heard you donated blood for me. I was worried about you, so I cto check." His gaze dropped to her arm, his voice dropping to that seductive murmur she once found irresistible: "Are you in pain?" Aria pulled her arm away like his gaze might contaminate her. "No," she said flatly, as if speaking to a stranger.

Lucas's brow furrowed deeply, clearly unsettled by this new version of her: "What the fuck happened while I was gone? You're like a completely different person." 16:37 Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games Chapter 2 Aria's lips twitched into a smile that didn't reach her eyes: "Different? How so?" Lucas didn't answer, but they both knew exactly what had changed.

The old Aria had looked at him like he hung the moon and stars. She'd once spent three straight nights by his bedside when he had a common cold, checking his temperature every hour, making homemade soup, practically worshipping at the altar of his minor discomfort. Yet now, after what was supposed to be a life-threatening injury, she hadn't even bothered to call. Lucas's intense gaze searched her face, hunting for sclue to this sudden transformation.

His voice dropped to that practiced, intimate tone he used when he öm wanted something: You seem stressed. My friends are throwinga welcome-back rager tonight. Cwith me?"