The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

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 few days.” 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 away, I 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.

purpose. But my family… and Angelique… Well, they would be furious. Baron would be too,” she

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

“I often fantasize about becoming invisible, just… dissolving away, vanishing out of sight, so that no one can find me. I just need to be invisible and then…” And then what? She asked herself. She did not

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 Alice had said, and perhaps that made a difference, but she no longer believed that her mother had been right, and marrying her true mate, her One, her Only,

was just

 was still Angelique 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

as his true mate and come to resent Jane as her father had

kisses, their laughter and exclamations loud. One of them spotted her cross the lawn, and all turned in unison to stare at her, wearing identical expressions

truth, of that, Jane was sure. Not without betraying the secrets Baron was paying the she-wolf to hide. How would Angelique explain her demotion from mistress and future wife to employee? Had she even said that much, or was Jane still the unwanted, unloved wife of Baron Western and Angelique the long-suffering

for Angelique’s guests, arranging petit fours and

to be to your room quickly now. The

a part of the pack, rather than the subject of its vitriol. Here, it

is what it felt like, she thought, to be included rather

to know. She crept up the servant’s stairs and along