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.”

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

into the room that wasn’t hers but to sleep in, closing

Half in dream, she felt Baron pick her up off the floor and .carry her into the bedroom, sliding her under

her. She watched him through slitted eyes as he dressed and left, wondering at why the alpha wolf, master of

his absence she struggled to fall back asleep, and threw back the covers in surrender, dressing in running gear. As she made her way

by the courtesy as always. Heathridge was a beta, and technically outranked her in the pack hierarchy, but socially her family and marriage to Baron, his

has asked for your room to

“Changed?” She paused, confused.

madam. He had not realised that you had chosen the blue

nothing away. They

your possessions

it matter which room she slept in,

the driveway to the gates, and the security opened them for her. On the main road, she moved from a jog into a sprint, running until her legs wanted to

fast enough to escape from what she was, and

who fell out of favour

The right alpha or beta would value what omega gave, they would find