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 cthrough 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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Later that evening, while the rest of the company excitedly departed for a night tour of Southern Crescent's

historic district, Aria declined with a vague gesture toward her throat.

As a former resident who had spent years intimately familiar with every cobblestone and hidden garden, she had

no desire to revisit places now tainted with memories of a man who had used her

love as a weapon against her.

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

solitude of her room and a long, hot shower to wash away the day's tension.

The Moon Goddess, however, seemed determined to stress-test her resolve.

As she stepped from the vehicle at the hotel's entrance, she nearly collided with a small group of men in

expensive suits exiting the lobby-at their center, Lucas himself, apparently concluding sbusiness dinner.

Her instinct was immediate flight, but before she could retreat, his voice carried across the short distance: "Wait-

please."

The unexpected "please” almost made her turn, but panic quickly overrode her surprise. She fumbled frantically

in her bag, locating and securing her performance mask before reluctantly facing him.

By then, Lucas had dismissed his associates with a curt nod and approached her directly, studying her with that

penetrating gaze she remembered too well.

"You're off-duty now," he observed, gesturing to her casual attire of jeans and an oversized sweater. "Why are

you still hiding behind that?"

Aria realized evasion was no longer possible, but she refused to risk him recognizing her voice. Instead, she

pointed to her throat and made a negative gesture that any dancer would recognize as "vocal rest."

Pulling out her phone, she quickly typed: "Doctor's orders. Strained vocal cords."

Lucas nodded with unexpected understanding. "Common in your profession, | imagine. Fifth position is murder

on the ankles, too, isn't it? Especially for principals who spend so much ten pointe."

The casual reference to ballet terminology surprised her-she had spent countless evenings rambling about dance

technique while he half-listened, never expecting him to retain such specific knowledge.

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Before she could react, he continued with an apologetic tone she'd rarely heard from him: "I behaved

inappropriately earlier. Letmake it up to you with dinner?"

He gestured toward the hotel's restaurant. "You must be starving after that performance. All that glycogen

depletion needs addressing."

Again, the specific physiological reference to a dancer's nutrition needs caught her off guard. She had lectured

him about proper post-performance refueling dozens of times, usually while he scrolled through his phone.

She hesitated, mentally calculating the risks of extended exposure versus the suspicion an outright refusal might

create.

As if to undermine her resolve, her traitorous stomach growled audibly.

She pressed a hand against her abdomen, unable to hide the flush creeping up her neck.

Lucas's lips curved into a genuine smile-one she hadn't seen directed at her in 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 here in the hotel. No pressure."

This polite, considerate approach was so at odds with the arrogant, entitled Lucas she remembered that she

almost laughed at the irony. Was this the sman who had orchestrated ninety-eight humiliations? Who had

ordered his friends to trap her in a burning building? His newfound courtesy seemed like the cruelest joke of all.

Recognizing that continued refusal would only intensify his interest, Aria reluctantly nodded her agreement. The

sooner she could get through this meal, the sooner she could escape.

The restaurant's subdued lighting created an intimate atmosphere that did nothing to ease her discomfort.

Despite claiming to be hungry himself, Lucas merely picked 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 while eating.

"The fifth movement of your variation tonight," he commented casually as she ate, "that arabesque

penchée into the fouetté sequence-that was extraordinary. Most dancers telegraph that transition,

but you made it seem like water flowing."

Aria nearly choked on her water. She had choreographed that transition sequence herself, adapting

a phrase she had once practiced endlessly in their den while he supposedly worked on his laptop.

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She'd never imagined he was actually watching, much less that he would remember it a year later

with such specificity.

She kept her gaze firmly fixed on her plate, methodically working through her meal with single-

minded focus.

The food was delicious, but Lucas's gaze made it impossible to feel at ease.

Finally, Aria set down her cutlery with deliberate precision and picked up her phone. She typed

quickly and turned the screen toward him:

"Why do you keep staring atlike that?"

Caught in his scrutiny, Lucas seemed to return from somewhere distant. Every gesture she made-

the particular way she tilted her head, how she held her fork, even how she dabbed her napkin at

the corner of her mouth beneath the mask- intensified his growing certainty.

"You remindof someone I lost," he said, his voice barely audible.

Rather than typing, she gestured to a passing server for paper. When it arrived, she scrawled a

single word:

"Who?"

Lucas's fingers tightened around his water glass until his knuckles went white. His

voice, when it finally came, held a rawness she'd never heard before.

"My Luna."