The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

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She could not find the words to speak to him, locked in her own shocked anguish, and he lifted her from the toilet, held her over the sink and brushed her teeth for her, before starting the shower, and stepping, bare, under the flow of water with her, holding her up against him whilst he washed the vomit from her.

Once they were both dry, he carried her out of the bathroom and curled around her in the bed. The contradiction was not lost on her that he was both her comfort and the source of her pain. “I am sorry,” he whispered. “It was not taken with the intention that anyone other than I ever saw it.”

She squirmed against his hold, the pain and shame too massive to be contained, her body contorting beneath its weight, the scream that built in her chest seeming to get stuck in her throat, choking her with it so that the sound that broke forth was a strangled sob of pain and betrayal.

She suddenly understood the sort of pain that would have inspired her mother to take her own life.

She curled tightly into herself, her fists pressed to her mouth, and wept until she slept.

It was late in the morning when she woke, and she knew that the job that she had won the day before had been lost in sleep, and that was another cut to add to the multitude of tiny wounds that she bled from that small hope pinched out like the flame of candle beneath the cruelty of others.

Baron slept next to her, his eyes shadowed, the stubble dark on his jaw, and his hands held onto her even in his sleep, holding her to the bed where he had photographed her spent and soiled by his f-king, and then shared it, so that now, it appeared that every werewolf had a copy on their phone.

to sleep again, to escape the reality of that, but she could hear both their phones vibrating with messages and calls, and she knew that there

want his

into an oversized sweatshirt and jeans that she normally only wore when she was sick and staying home.

took this image

scraping against each other. He rose to his feet, gloriously naked, but his beauty did not arouse her, the taste in her

this happened,” he murmured

and began to dress. “Stay inside today,

closed the door behind her, folding herself into the tightest corner in the closed, dark space, her heels tucked tightly against her arse, her arms wrapped around her legs, and her cheek

her phone vibrate on the floor where she had dropped it when she

room open, and someone in the bedroom and bathroom, cleaning, opening the curtains, making the bed, and then, a while later, bringing up a tray and

Heathridge called hesitantly.

yelling from downstairs. Angelique and Baron’s voices raised in anger, distracting

curled onto the closet floor, with the argument still

“We are making a habit of this,” he commented as he carried her to the bed. “It has been taken care of, Jane,” he told her firmly as