The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Begin Again 

He marched her out of the club, his fingers gripping her upper arm, snarling at anyone who got too close. A red Ferrari waited by the curb. He opened the door, pushed her inside and went to the driver’s door. The engine roared to life, and he pulled out into traffic deftly.

He rolled the windows down. “Removing the implant must have disrupted your cycle,” he commented, calmer. “We are very lucky the Heathridge called me immediately. An omega in heat is a powerful thing,” he chuckled a little as he said it. “The guys at the club had no chance. No doubt many are trying to soothe their wives and girlfriends as we speak.”

When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “I didn’t organise it, Jane,” he said softly. “I would have left the implant in place. You are very young. There is absolutely no need to rush into having children yet.” 

“Except that the sooner I have children, the sooner you can divorce me,” she muttered. “And marry Angelique.”

He pulled up out front of the house but caught her wrist when she turned to try to get out the car. “There will be no divorce, Jane,” his blue eyes glowed with his wolf. “You are my wife until death do us part.” He released her and got out of the car.

She let herself out, and refused his hand when he offered it, tossing her hair, and stalking into the house, past Heathridge and up the stairs. Baron paused to pass the Ferrari keys to the butler and mutter instructions, running effortlessly up the stairs after her and following on her heels, allowing her no opportunity to block his access to the room.

He tossed his cuff links into the little tray with a chuckle. “I am going to run out at this rate,” he observed.

her hands tremble as she pulled off her dress, her body aching with need, her skin crawling with

and off, and the feel of his body against her back was almost more than she could bear. “That you are being

use

down her back to her panties, sending them to the floor. “I had hoped that you didn’t want to fight me,” he said softly. “That you fought so hard the last time because you were afraid. Our time together up to that point had not been…

his mouth. “At our wedding, I overheard, as she

she closed her eyes leaning her head to the side, giving in to the heat, to the demands of her body. “And I know that. I should know better than to feed into their poison, but I let those words in, and they festered the night away until I drank too much and came to your bed seeking to

and kissed her cheek, before following the line of jaw to the pulse point below her ear. She closed her eyes. Was this how he made love to Angelique? She wondered, for his hands were gentle and knowledgeable, coaxing her body to arc into his touch, each caress

the heat cramping her for want of his

me, Jane,” he lifted over her, the tip of his c-ck dragging against her and causing her

him without gentleness, making her mouth against his as he had

caught her hands, threading his fingers into hers and pulled back, taking the force from the kiss, taking control of it, gentling it, his eyes on hers as he shared breath and the softest brushes of lips that lingered. And only then, when she had stilled under the expression in his eyes, the

Jane,” he breathed. “Yes,