The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Angelique‘s Seduction 

Heathridge brought Jane’s dinner up to her room on a tray.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, flustered by the kindness.

“My pleasure, madam,” he smiled warmly as he closed the door behind him.

She sat on the couch in her satin pyjamas and watched a foolish television romantic comedy whilst she ate and wondered what Baron did for his meal. She doubted that he ate in the dining room with the drunk women.

When she tiptoed out onto the landing in curiosity, she could hear their drunken laughter spilling out in raucous tones, but no male voices.

It was late when they left, and Jane watched the last tail-lights recede down the driveway with relief. She took the tray down to the kitchen so that Heathridge did not have to collect it in the morning, and did the dishes, before creeping back through the house.

Baron’s voice from his office drew her attention. His door was open, and through it she could see him in his wing back chair, his hair dishevelled now and trying to reform its curls, and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Oh, poor baby.” Angelique purred, and

Jane saw her cross the open door, wearing only her underwear, red and lacey. “Stuck in his office all afternoon and night.” She placed her foot on the chair between Baron’s thighs, her toes teasing his c-ck. “I have come to make it up to you.”

c-ck from his trousers. Baron’s eyes changed focus, over Angelique’s shoulder, meeting Jane’s and she saw the shift of his expression, but then Angelique took him into her with a groan, and

room that wasn’t hers but to sleep in, closing the door behind her and slid down the wood to press her

to sleep against the door and only stirred slightly as it was pushed open. Half in dream, she felt Baron pick her up off the floor and .carry her into the bedroom, sliding her under the sheets, before undressing. He slid

body leaving her woke her. She watched him through slitted eyes as he dressed and left, wondering at why the alpha wolf, master of his home and the women he kept in it, would feel the need to sneak in and out of his wife’s bed, and not to f-k, but just to

way down the stairs, Heathridge returning for the day was letting himself in through the front door. “Good morning, madam,” he held it

and technically outranked her in the pack hierarchy, but socially her family

asked for your room to be changed.” Heathridge

“Changed?” She paused, confused.

blue room. It is in need of refurbishment. The gold room

 They both knew that she had not chosen the blue

arrange for your possessions to be

it matter which room she slept in, none of them

to the gates, and the security opened them for her. On the main road, she moved from a

doubled over, her hands braced against her knees, she realised that she could never run fast enough to escape from what she was, and what

she knew, though she had not encountered any. A rarer rank, the title often wrongly used to designate those who fell out of favour or were junior, a true omega

beta would value what omega