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.

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

pivot, she headed for the stage door, not even pausing

exit corridor, approaching footsteps echoed from beyond the heavy velvet curtain, accompanied by the theater

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is absolutely thrilled you've joined

part, Aria's heart nearly stopped. She quickly

shadowed alcove used for quick costume changes, pressing

area.

backstage space, immediately uncomfortable with the theatrical chaos. Female dancers in various stages of costume swarmed around him like

I danced

an honor to meet

you

recoil. The artificial sweetness reminded him, by stark contrast, of Aria's simple scent-just clean soap and

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

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

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

dancer, wouldn't it?" he

eye in the room toward the

director, realizing Aria hadn't managed to escape, shot her an apologetic glance

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though her heart hammered so violently she feared it

details-the particular curve of her wrist, the precise length

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