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.

every bit the alpha wolf, incredibly handsome in his tailored suit, his white teeth 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 in a moment, she thought, and they would be welcome to her husband and mate, for he hated her, and

watching him, however, made her feel hot and 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

entirely too noticeable. A muscle ticked in the corner of his jaw, and his eyes hardened, his mouth tightened, when he saw her. He gave a slight

exclaimed loudly as she

been as surprised as she was, she thought, as she stood with the red wine stain slowly spreading through the white lace of her entirely too innocent and covered up dress for the venue,

water on that,” Angelique smirked. “Before it

water had any chance of getting rid of

to look at Baron’s face to know that she had humiliated him. Again. “Don’t just

stairs. Unlike the main club, this area was very functional and unglamourous, concrete painted black. Her high heels on the cement were loud and frantic as she needed to take several steps for every one of his long-legged

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

it 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,

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

soda water over the dress trying to rinse out as much of the wine as possible without getting the dress too wet to wear. Hot tears of shame ran down her cheeks as

voice, and Baron’s answer. She tiptoed

was unnecessary and cruel,” Baron reprimanded. “You