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.

hurt me. Not on purpose. But my family… and Angelique… Well, they would be furious. Baron would be too,” she added under

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

away, vanishing out of sight, so that

endless stream 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 Alice had said, and perhaps that made a difference, but she no longer believed that her mother had been right, and marrying

was just not

Baron changed, there 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 humiliate and embarrass Baron at social functions because she would still be the subject of the pack’s vindictiveness.

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

her friends. They were gathering out front of the house, being greeted by Angelique, exchanging air 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

the she-wolf to hide. How would Angelique explain her demotion from mistress and future wife to employee? Had she even

found the staff busily prepping for Angelique’s guests, arranging petit fours and canapes on high tea plates, mixing

met her eyes across the frantic activity. “Best to be to your

included in the joke, a part of the pack, rather than the subject of its vitriol. Here, it was Angelique

felt like, she thought,

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 and pushed