The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Lovers 

She woke to the sound of his voice, her body aching because he had left the bed. Afternoon again, she thought, by the light. The frequent, brief sleeps in between f-king disorientated her, and for a moment, she wondered what day it was, before deciding that it was Friday. 

He was in the sitting room, on his phone. He laughed. “No, I don’t know an alpha who would complain about their mate having two heats close together, though it is a strain on my scheduling, and I apologise for cancelling again… The removal of a contraceptive implant triggered another heat due to the change of hormones. Apparently, it happens on occasion… Ah, of course… Yes, I would say we could schedule it for then. Thank you.”

He disconnected the call, but he did not return to the bed.

She rose, pulling on her robe, and crossed to the sitting room. He was on her laptop, and she felt a flutter of fear as she wondered if she had closed down her course material, or just shut the laptop, after it’s last use. She was falling behind on her course, she thought grimly, and would have to study hard over the weekend in order to catch up.

He looked up and smiled. “I will just be a moment,” he returned to what he was doing. “I just need to update my schedule and send some information through to Judith.” Judith must be, she decided, a personal assistant or receptionist of some type. “All done,” he pressed a button, and then closed the laptop, but remained seated, frowning.

“Is everything okay?” She was nervous and wanted her laptop as far from him as possible.

“Yes,” his expression cleared, and he set the laptop down on the coffee table, rising. “I don’t see that picture of your mother anywhere,” he observed as he reached her. “I would have thought that it would be framed and on display.”

“I keep it somewhere safe,” she said. In the hollowed book with her money, tucked away in the little stack of books that occupied a shelf in the closet.

eyebrows raised. “Your bedroom

eyes to his. “It wasn’t

over his face. He reached out and cupped her cheek. “I will ensure that Angelique knows not to enter this room for any reason. I would change your rooms, but it would be salt in the wound if I were to move Angelique at the moment,” he

she agreed readily. She did not want the room, anyway. She did not want to sleep in

for a long moment

craving for his body was crawling through her more insistently, but the

drag the bedding into your sitting room, and we can watch a movie together,” he said as he pulled her towards him, and released the belt of her robe, peeling back the satin and stroking his hand down to her breast, teasing the nipple beneath the pad

point of her throat, such an ordinary thing to do, the sort of thing that humans did, that mates did, in a normal

nest in the space between the TV and the couch, and he brought her down onto it, onto her hands and knees, pressing kisses up the knobs of her spine, his hands stroking and teasing as he curved himself over her,

you through the trees, until your heart races with prey response, and then I will f-k your sweet little wolf in the undergrowth, until we tie. It is what your body is craving now,” he said. “It knows that, inside,

me.” He wrapped his arm around her and stroked her clitoris, pushing her into her orgasm, and groaned as she clenched around him, before collapsing them both onto their sides in the cushions

at the utterly unrealistic predicaments of the werewolf on the TV, she smiled, enchanted. His eyes when he looked down at

She followed the ridge of collar bone to the hollow point at the base of his throat, and then down

his body had been sculpted to direct a woman’s touch, the furrow between the muscles of his stomach exactly measured to her fingertip. At his waist, a v of muscle tempted her to trace