The Hyenas Gather 

Exhausted, she only woke when Baron leaned over and kissed her cheek. She was on her stomach in a tangle of sheets, as their last round of sex had left her. He was showered and had dressed, the fresh scent of his cologne still heavy on his skin after recent application. His cheeks were smooth, and his hair slicked back as he preferred it.

“I have to go into the office,” he told her, stroking his hand down her spine. “Sleep, Jane. It is still early, and we have a function tonight.”

She could not fall asleep again and so she rose and had a shower before stripping the over-used bedding off the bed and stuffing it into the hamper. She dressed in running gear, and cautiously made her way through the house hoping to avoid Angelique. As she reached the front door, movement on the landing caught her attention, and she looked up meeting Angelique’s eyes, before she dropped her gaze and hurriedly escaped into the morning.

She ran to the café and knocked on the kitchen door.

“Good morning,” James opened it. “We were beginning to worry,” he added as she stepped inside. “It has been a fedays.” His eyes searched her for bruises. She had deliberately worn a long sleeve running top to hide the now yellowing bruise left by Baron’s teeth on her shoulder and so knew there was nothing for him to see.

She smiled brightly. “I just couldn’t get awayI am sorry. They would stop me if they knew, so sometimes it’s just harder than others.”

“They?” Patrick was in the kitchen unpacking boxes onto the shelves.

“It’s complicated,” she rolled up her sleeves.

hurt me. Not on purpose. But my family…

a look with Patrick. “I don’t even know where to start

somehow, disappear,” she dropped her voice to a whisper. “I often fantasize about becoming invisible, just… dissolving away, vanishing out of sight, so that no one can find me. I just

of dishes, she thought through the last three days with Baron. Alice was to blame for the unhappy start to their marriage, she thought angrily. Baron had been cold and cruel, and deliberately trying to wound her, because of what

was just not

in the house until his mission for revenge was fulfilled, there was still her pack and the other packs in the city to contend with, and she would still be the runt, the weak, snivelling, pathetic omega of the pack. She would still humiliate and embarrass Baron at social functions because she would still be the subject of the pack’s vindictiveness. At some point, their opinions on her would penetrate, and Baron would look at her with distaste and wonder what he had been thinking in

curse the fate that had brought him her as his true mate and come to resent Jane as her father

She needed to escape that future, she thought, or, like her mother, she would surrender to their hatred.
As she ran back along the road, a car swerved and deliberately drove through a puddle dousing her in its spray. She stood for a moment in shock as the cold, filthy water covered her head to toe, and then grimaced and continued towards the house. She was not surprised to see the same yellow sports car parked out front of the house. As she ran across the lawn, other cars began to pull up.

Angelique, exchanging air kisses, their laughter and

Not without betraying the secrets Baron was paying the she-wolf to hide. How would Angelique explain her demotion from mistress

entrance and found the staff busily prepping for Angelique’s guests, arranging petit

“Best to be to your room quickly now. The hyenas are

was not Jane being laughed at, but included in the joke, a part of the pack, rather than the subject of its vitriol. Here, it was Angelique

she thought, to be included rather than an

her way to the back stairs. She wondered if he were in it, or whether he had gone to the glossy tower in the city. It was impossible to know. She crept up the servant’s stairs and along to her room. There was no one in it. She closed her door

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