Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter 15

The proximity was intoxicating. Unlike their distant encounter across the stage, Lucas could now detect subtle details that sent shivers of recognition down his spine-the faint jasmine scent that had haunted his dreams for a year, even the staccato rhythm of her pulse visible at her neck.

Each familiar element heightened his impossible suspicion.

Her deliberate silence felt strategic rather than shy. No other dancer in the company maintained this careful muteness-only her.

With an uncharacteristically tentative motion, he reached toward her mask, his usually steady hand betraying a slight tremor. The closer he got, the more his own heartbeat echoed in his ears, his breathing becoming shallow with anticipation.

Aria hadn't anticipated this direct approach. Based on her years with Lucas, she had expected his typical reaction to being ignored-a flash of entitlement, then dismissal. The Alpha Lucas Thornwood she had known would have scoffed at her silence and walked away, his infamous impatience with "time-wasters" sending him in search of more accommodating company.

She had risked silence as her best defense, never imagining he would simply reach for the mask himself.

As his fingertips hovered mere centimeters from the pearlescent surface, Aria's entire body tensed, her breath caught mid-inhale.

Just as contact seemed inevitable, a sharp ringtone sliced through the tension.

Lucas withdrew his hand with visible reluctance, reaching for his phone with a suppressed sigh. "What is it?" he answered tersely.

Whatever news came through transformed his expression from intense curiosity to grave concern within seconds.

With a last lingering look at Aria, he turned abruptly and strode away, already issuing rapid instructions to whoever had called.

Only when his silhouette disappeared completely did Aria's rigid posture collapse. She exhaled shakily, unclenching fists that had been prepared to push him away if necessary.

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the company excitedly departed for a night tour

and hidden garden, she had no desire

as a

bidding her colleagues goodnight, she settled into the town car headed back to their hotel, eager for the solitude of her

Goddess, however, seemed determined to stress-test

the vehicle at the hotel's entrance, she nearly collided with a small group of men in expensive suits exiting

before she could retreat, his voice

made her turn, but panic quickly overrode her surprise. She fumbled frantically in her bag, locating and

and approached her directly, studying her with that penetrating

attire of jeans and an

to risk him recognizing her voice. Instead, she pointed to her throat and made a negative gesture that any dancer would

she quickly typed:

profession, I imagine. Fifth position is murder on the ankles, too, isn't it? Especially for principals who spend so much time en

to ballet terminology surprised her-she had spent countless evenings rambling about

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he continued with an apologetic tone she'd rarely heard from him: "I behaved inappropriately earlier. Let me make it up to you with

be starving after that performance. All

to a dancer's nutrition needs caught her off guard. She had lectured him about proper post-performance refueling dozens

risks of extended exposure versus the

her resolve, her traitorous

hand against her abdomen, unable to hide the flush creeping up her

years. "I promise not to interrogate you," he said, a warmth in his voice that seemed alien compared to the cold, calculating man she had fled. "We can stay right

remembered that she almost laughed at the irony. Was this the same man who had orchestrated ninety-eight humiliations? Who had ordered his friends to trap her in a burning building?

agreement. The sooner she could get through this

atmosphere

at his steak, instead attentively ensuring her water glass remained filled and even cutting her salmon into precise, manageable pieces when he noticed her struggling to maintain her mask