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.

I'll make your excuses-some diplomatic nonsense about vocal rest affecting your

headed for the stage door, not even pausing

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

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

began to part, Aria's

changes, pressing herself against the wall

area.

chaos. Female dancers in various stages of costume swarmed around him like designer-perfumed moths to

danced the

honor to meet

love to show you around The Thornwood Pack

created a suffocating cloud of floral and vanilla notes that made him physically recoil. The artificial sweetness reminded him, by stark contrast, of Aria's simple scent-just clean soap and occasionally a hint of jasmine when she'd splurge

space. Something-someone-had drawn him here, and it wasn't

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

attention sharpened, his gaze sweeping the room with renewed focus until locking onto a shadowed alcove

principal dancer, wouldn't it?" he asked abruptly, cutting off

words, he redirected every eye in the room

director, realizing Aria hadn't managed to escape,

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

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

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