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.

to the hotel before he arrives. I'll make your excuses-some diplomatic nonsense about vocal rest affecting your breathing. Don't worry about Alpha Thornwood-we've got

for the stage door, not even pausing to remove her performance mask or

echoed from beyond the heavy velvet curtain, accompanied by the theater director's

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company is absolutely thrilled you've joined us tonight. Your support of

to part, Aria's heart

alcove used for quick costume changes, pressing herself

area.

stepped into the crowded backstage space, immediately uncomfortable with the theatrical chaos. Female dancers in various stages of costume

Thornwood, I danced

an honor to meet

show you around The Thornwood Pack

of floral and vanilla notes that made him physically recoil. The artificial sweetness reminded him, by stark contrast, of Aria's simple

with practiced stoicism, his eyes methodically scanning the space. Something-someone-had

of him was saying, a barely perceptible scent cut through the perfume fog-the faintest trace of jasmine and something uniquely

sweeping the room with renewed focus until locking onto a shadowed alcove where a figure in a pink costume stood partially

be your principal dancer, wouldn't it?" he asked

redirected every eye in the room toward the corner where Aria had

suddenly illuminated by attention, she felt her pulse stutter, then race wildly. The artistic director, realizing Aria

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

attempt to disguise his scrutiny. His eyes tracked methodically from her temple to her toes, lingering on specific details-the particular curve of her wrist, the precise

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