Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

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Chapter 14

Chapter 14

At this announcement, the younger she wolf dancers erupted in excited squeals and whispers.

"Oh my God, Alpha Lucas Thornwood is coming here?"

"I heard he hasn't attended a social event in months!"

"Do you think he's looking for new talent to sponsor?"

The company scattered to their dressing rooms, frantically touching up makeup and adjusting costumes, each hoping to catch the eye of The Thornwood Pack's most eligible widowed alpha.

Only Aria remained frozen in place, her mind racing with alarm.

Why would Lucas come backstage? Even during his most obsessive pursuit of her years ago, he had never once visited her behind the scenes-his beta had simply delivered roses or arranged town cars.

Her thoughts spiraled into darker territory. Was this somehow connected to the revenge plots he'd schemed with his friends? Had he somehow recognized her despite the mask? Was he planning some new humiliation as punishment for deceiving him with her false death?

Her fingernails dug painfully into her palms as fragmented memories of the ninety-eight "pranks” flashed through her mind.

"Aria," Margaret's concerned voice cut through her panic. "You've gone completely white."

“I just-” she managed, her usual composure crumbling.

don't look well at all. Perhaps you should return to the hotel before he arrives. I'll make your excuses-some diplomatic nonsense about vocal rest affecting your breathing. Don't worry about

nodded gratefully, not trusting her voice. With a quick pivot, she headed for the stage door, not even

from beyond the heavy velvet curtain, accompanied by the

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Thornwood. The company is absolutely thrilled you've joined us tonight. Your support of the arts

the curtain began to part, Aria's

used for quick costume changes, pressing

area.

chaos. Female dancers in various stages of costume swarmed around him like designer-perfumed moths to a flame, voices overlapping as

danced the

honor to

you around The

cloud of floral and vanilla notes that made him physically recoil. The artificial sweetness reminded him, by

space. Something-someone-had drawn him here, and it wasn't these eager young she-wolf with their

was saying, a barely perceptible scent cut through the perfume fog-the faintest trace of jasmine and something uniquely familiar. His body recognized it before his

renewed focus until locking onto a shadowed

it?" he asked abruptly, cutting off

eye in the room toward the corner where Aria had tried

attention, she felt her pulse stutter, then race wildly. The artistic director, realizing Aria hadn't managed to escape,

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that years of performance had instilled in her, though her heart hammered so violently she feared it

details-the particular curve of

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