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

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

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 headboard, his muscles standing out as he bowed his head down to

But she was never,” he stooped to

cry held a sob of pain in it, and he groaned,

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

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

gain access to 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 his goal, he would cast her off,

Jane? Had he really felt the true mate connection as she

wanted to believe. She wanted to believe in a magic moment that they had shared

beautiful and sexy alpha Angelique. Despite every evidence of an ongoing,

to find blind faith, hope, and innocence, but those things had long ago been crushed beneath the heels of other alpha werewolves, and, when she searched for them,

 

assurance, but there were too many 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

dropped her eyes from his and felt the shudder

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