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.” 

was curt with it. “Call me back when you know.”

covered her face with her hands and sobbed out

line to inherit from 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 followed Alice’s lead,

mother, innocently telling her that their cruelty was just due to the game they were playing,

was nothing compared to what Jane had

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

was no escape for her, because she was still her, still part of the pack, and still an omega, the pathetic, washed-out

and returned to Baron’s estate, finding the driveway blocked by a bright array of expensive sports cars, leaving her no choice but to park under a tree, and walk the rest of

inside the house. Her bedroom door was open, and she

declared. “This one isn’t bad, actually. Could be cute if done up right.” They were going through her things, Jane

another commented. “Do you think these

a diary anywhere,” Angelique declared. “Probably wouldn’t be interesting to read anyway, her whole pathetic life is just

“Who is this?”

she looks just like her. That would be

and Jane felt a sharp strike of fear run through her at the sound of

them, she hurried into the

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