No Escape 

Jane drove to the beach and spent an hour walking the beach holding her shoes in her hand and letting the waves suck at her feet. She found a little café and ate her salad watching the wash of the waves towards the shore.

What was she going to do? She wondered. Just over a month married, and her husband did not want her and openly kept a mistress who believed that it was just a matter of time until he divorced Jane and married her instead.

She turned her phone over in her hands. She finished her meal and returned to her car, sitting in the driver’s seat, and dialling her father’s number.

“Hello Jane,” he answered promptly.

“Daddy,” she fought back her tears. “I want to come home.”

He sighed heavily. “Jane,” he said with patience. “What is this ridiculousness about?”

“Baron doesn’t love me,” the tears fell free and tracked down her face. “He only married me because of the connection to you. He keeps Angelique openly as his mistress, and she says that he will only keep me as his wife for as long as the connection matters, and then he will divorce me and marry her instead, and, oh,” her voice broke on a sob. “Daddyplease.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Why would Angelique think the connection would cease to matter?” He wondered.

That was he took from her babbled distress, she thought bitterly. “I don’t know.” 

to find out,” he was curt with

her face with her hands and sobbed out

Matthew both the family wealth and the leadership of the pack. Her two brothers, Jason and Anthony, were both betas, and as such had always

see or hear her, or running away, and when she had complained to her mother, innocently telling her that their cruelty was just due to the game they were playing, and that Jane was over-reacting. As they’d gotten older, their meanness had evolved, and any

wine was nothing compared to what Jane had experienced at the hands

finally someone saw her for herself, despite her rank in the pack, and that she would escape the daily

no escape for her, because she was

under a tree, and walk the rest of the way. Angelique had friends

that might be inside the house. Her bedroom door was open, and she pressed herself against a

dresses,” a woman declared. “This one isn’t bad, actually. Could be

another commented. “Do you think these

anywhere,” Angelique declared. “Probably wouldn’t be interesting to read

“Who is this?”

her. That would be her mother. Didn’t she

a sharp strike of fear run

her fear of them, she hurried into the room, startling

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