The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Deals and Mergers 

“Rather inconveniently, so, in fact,” he continued. “Not only were you possibly the most expensive bride purchase in werewolf history the timing could not be any worse. But, as my mother says, life doesn’t run to train schedules.”

Jane was stunned into silence. “Alice…” She whispered.

“Alice is a jealous older sister,” he observed dryly. “I imagine she has always been jealous of you. The malicious b-tch obviously set out to ensure that our marriage was as unhappy as possible by setting us against each other, and, she succeeded,” he scowled, but then he laughed. “Thankfully my placid little omega finally lost her patience with me and spoke out of turn,” he leaned down and kissed her. “Or we both would still think that the other was in this marriage involuntarily.”

He rolled over and sat up to finish his champagne and then rose to bring the champagne bottle and berries to the bed. “Something to celebrate,” he said reaching over her to retrieve her glass. He refilled it and handed it to her as she pushed herself up to lean against the bedhead. He refilled his glass and put his arm around her shoulders, pressing his face into her hair. “To clarity, and omega temper tantrums,” he touched his glass to hers.

“It was not a temper tantrum,” she sipped the champagne hoping that it might stave off the heat for longer.

“It was a temper tantrum,” he chuckled. “My cheek is testament to it.” Car headlights drew a line across the wall, and he frowned, setting the bowl onto the bedside table, and walking over to the window. He leaned against the window frame. “What is she playing at?” He murmured, and turned, snatching up his trousers.

“I will be right back,” he said as he pulled on his shirt.

He crossed the sitting room, and out into the hall, the door not quite closing behind him. Jane pulled on her robe and followed him into the hall, pressing herself up against her wall, feeling the ooze of his seed between her inner thighs, reminding her that her body wanted more of him, needed more of him.

“What the f-k are you doing Angelique?” He demanded from the top of the stairs.

to be busy for the next three days as your little b-tch has conveniently gone on

of a motel, you do not bring other males into my home,” he snarled. “There isn’t an alpha alive who would tolerate an

she snapped back. “Because right here is an alpha female who is not only tolerating another female under her roof, but she’s tolerating her alpha male f-king

her wall and could see that he stood on the landing overlooking the hall below, his arms braced against the handrail of the balustrade. “I will,

male voice responded. The man, Jane thought, that Angelique had brought back to

tell me that you married her for her connection, and then when you find out she has an implant, you leave it in place,” Angelique’s attention was

not the time, place

leave with him, or was hoping that she would do so, reluctant to give up his night of passion, and

“Go” Angelique told him.

Jane heard first the front door and then a car

is getting ridiculous, Angie,” Baron

beading between her breasts and across her brow, an insistent throbbing aching between her legs, her nipples painful under even the slightest pressure of her satin robe.

am risking myself for you, all but prostituting myself for you, for your revenge. We have been lovers for the last two years, and I thought that meant something, Baron. I thought we were in this together, all the way. I thought we had an understanding, and now I am thinking that you’ve found yourself an upper crust omega to warm your bed and breed your heirs on, and that this thief and outcast’s daughter is going to find herself discarded the moment that

on her fingers, throwing them out as if she had blown away an annoying bug as she stalked across the landing towards him. “So, here’s the deal, Baron. I want two million, deposited into my account, tonight. It’s what you paid for the runt, after all. I think I

“A steep cost, Angie, on top of all your expenses over the last two years, your shopping trips, beauty appointments,

would be worth as your wife,” she replied tightly. “A fraction of

insulting,” his voice dropped pitch and tone, becoming