The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Liar, Liar 

Jane turned the shower on full cold and stood beneath the spray, trying to fight back the clawing needs of her heat. Baron had been gone for well over an hour, having taken Angelique down into his office and stayed there

A thief and outcast’s daughter, she thought as she shook beneath the run of the cold water. The sort of person who knew how to pickpocket men at a party and transfer the items of her theft to her accomplice, so that he could photocopy the information, before returning it. The sort of person that would know what people used as their safe codes. The sort of person who could return the item that they had stolen to its owner without detection.

The sort of person who could sneak off during a house party and find a safe, especially if her accomplice was offering a distraction by dragging his wife out of the house.

If Angelique was just an employee with whom he had slept because she was available, with whom he was trying to maintain peace until his revenge was fulfilled, and not his true mate, not his love, then what did that make Jane?

He pulled open the shower door, a towel in his arms, and his face repentant. “I am sorry, Jane,” he said as she turned off the water and stepped, shivering, into the cloth. He pulled her against him and held her against him more than dried her. ” am sorry.”

“You weren’t going to marry Angelique,” she was shaking so hard the word were jerked from her.

“No, I told you that,” he replied rubbing her with the cloth to warm and dry her. He paused, frowning. “Didn’t I?” He wondered, and then picked her up, scooping under her knees, and carrying her

his chest into the bedroom. “Angelique is…” he laid Jane onto the bed. “Useful, and vulnerable, and complicated,” he leaned back, one knee on the mattress whilst he pulled off the shirt,

moaned at the heady divinity of his skin against hers, her arms wrapping around him, her hands stroking from his arse up his back as he made room for himself between her legs and thrusted into her, with a groan, his hand closing on the top edge of

Angelique,” his eyes sought hers. “I need what she can do, her skills, But she was never,” he stooped to taste her lips again. “She was

of pain in it, and he groaned,

chin and chest, exposed by her thrown back head. His lips grazed her skin. “Jane…” his

There were so many layers of

make sense considering his aspirations for revenge. In the same way, her value would be transitory, and when he had attained his goal, he would cast her off, with any children

in favour of Jane? Had he really felt the true mate

a magic moment that they had shared at a werewolf run

he had wanted to marry her, despite his relationship with the incredibly beautiful and sexy alpha Angelique. Despite every evidence of an ongoing, sexual relationship after Jane, his bride, had been

been crushed beneath the heels of other alpha werewolves, and, when she searched for them, there were so many contingencies attached that she was, herself, overwhelmed

moments in between to contradict what she hoped for. The morning after their wedding with Angelique at the breakfast table, the wine spilled over Jane twice, the house part where Angelique had torn Jane’s mother’s picture, the many mockeries in between, the

and felt