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, and then the

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 the

she can do, her skills, But she was never,” he stooped to taste her lips again. “She was never

pain in it, and he groaned, dropping his head into the hollow of

and chest, exposed by her thrown back head. His lips grazed her skin. “Jane…” his breath against her skin was half a plea.

confusion. There were so many layers of intrigue, lies, and half-truths, she did not know whether she could

the elite of the packs and city? It would certainly make sense considering his aspirations for revenge. In the same way, her value would be transitory, and when he had attained

would cause him to change his plans and discard Angelique in favour of Jane? Had he really felt the true mate connection as she had, and would that ever matter

a magic moment that they had shared at

her as his true mate and had paid over two million for her, as bride price, as a result. That 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 brought home, despite the flaunting

face into his shoulder and tried to find blind faith, hope, and innocence, but those things had long ago been crushed beneath the heels of

after their wedding with Angelique at the breakfast table, the wine spilled

his and felt the