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.

raised. “Your bedroom

lifted her eyes to his. “It

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

readily. She did not want the room, anyway. She did not want to sleep in the bed where he had f-ked

hers for a

through her more insistently, but the fear lingered, and his frowns concerned her, that perhaps he had seen something on her

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

do, the sort of thing that humans did, that mates did, in a normal relationship, watch TV together. He released her and

her hands and knees, pressing kisses up the knobs of her spine, his hands stroking and teasing as he curved himself over her, thrusting into her just as she was on

and she braced beneath him, moaning at the feel of his c-ck sliding through her. “I will chase you through the trees, until your heart races with prey response, and

finished 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 and bedding, pressing his lips to her

started the movie and arranged her against him. Watching him laugh at the utterly unrealistic predicaments of the werewolf

 through the cleft in his chin, down the line of his throat. She followed the ridge of collar bone to the hollow point at the base of his throat,

the furrow between the muscles of his stomach exactly measured to her fingertip. At his waist, a v of muscle tempted her to trace it to it’s point where his c-ck