The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

The Unwanted Wife 

The jazz singer swayed and crooned into the microphone. She had a nice voice Jane decided, but no one was I listening, they were too busy trying to

be noticed and heard. Unlike herself. If it were possible to melt away into the shadows, she would be doing it. Instead, she had found an out of the way corner and just hoped to pass the night unnoticed.

The night club’s lights flashed off the jewellery on the women, and the sparkles in their clinging dresses.

She had dressed wrong, again, she thought miserably, though that was at least partly Baron’s fault. If he had deigned to tell her where they were going, she would have known that it was a place for slinky, sexy dresses rather than her pretty white lace dress. But then, she thought, if she had known that they were going to the opening of his new club, she would have told him she had a headache, and he probably knew that, and therefore hadn’t given her the opportunity to avoid going.

She might be an unwanted wife, but she was still a Corbyn, and that connection was worth the inconvenience of her to Baron. It made sense to show off that connection on such an important night.

The Westerns and the Corbyns had long been rival packs, but the Corbyns had grown in strength where the Westerns had weakened, and when Baron’s grandfather had been murdered, the Westerns had lost their position and much of their wealth, and their pack had been absorbed into other, stronger packs.

Until Baron had come, seemingly from nowhere, with a strong alpha’s ruthlessness, and had built his business from the ground up, gradually gaining power and position until he had approached Jane’s father, Matthew Corbyn, wanting to marry and take as mate Jane’s older, prettier sister, Alice, in order to cement his place in Corbyn’s pack.

Matthew, instead, had offered Jane. A take it or leave it situation. Baron had taken it, and her. Reluctantly.

flashing in a charming smile, and the nightclub lights picking up the night-reflection in his eyes. The most handsome man in the room, any woman would exchange places with her

flustered, her nipples sensitizing against the fabric of her dress, and her panties feeling damp and irritating. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling tense and turned on. She wondered how long the party would go on for as there was nothing she wanted more than to go home and have a cold shower before laying in bed and bringing herself release. It was, she thought, very

of his jaw, and his eyes hardened, his mouth tightened, when he saw her. He gave a slight jerk of his

as she poured

covered up dress for the venue, feeling it

some soda water on that,” Angelique smirked. “Before it

soda water had any chance of getting rid of that wine

 of dread through her chest, clenching its fist around her heart. She did not need to look at Baron’s face to

cement were loud and frantic as she needed to take several steps for every one of his long-legged strides and it was only when she almost

there was a return to glamour and elegance. The floor was carpeted, and the furniture expensive. There was a textured wallpaper on the walls. He released her arm, and she resisted the urge to see if he had left marks with his grip in front of him. He opened a bar fridge and pulled out a small bottle of soda

towards her, and pushed her towards another door. “Go and do something about that.” He sighed heavily and braced a hand on the solid wood office desk, his shoulders tense and

to trying to wash the wine out whilst she was wearing it. She kicked off her shoes and ran water in the sink. The bathroom was very masculine she noted, dark grey tiles, and a dark wood cabinet. In the mirror over the sink, she was ghostly pale, washed out by the bright light and the shock of having most of a glass of red wine poured over her, her dark hair and

to rinse out as much of the wine as possible without getting

voice, and Baron’s

was unnecessary and cruel,” Baron reprimanded. “You spilled your wine on