The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Chapter 32

Liar, Liar

Jane turned the shower on full cold and stood beneath the spray, trying to fight back the clawing needs of her heat. Baron had been gone for well over an hour, having taken Angelique down into his office and stayed there

A thief and outcast’s daughter, she thought as she shook beneath the run of the cold water. The sort of person who knew how to pickpocket men at a party and transfer the items of her theft to her accomplice, so that he could photocopy the information, before returning it. The sort of person that would know what people used as their safe codes. The sort of person who could return the item that they had stolen to its owner without detection.

The sort of person who could sneak off during a house party and find a safe, especially if her accomplice was offering a distraction by dragging his wife out of the house.

If Angelique was just an employee with whom he had slept because she was available, with whom he was trying to maintain peace until his revenge was fulfilled, and not his true mate, not his love, then what did that make Jane?

He pulled open the shower door, a towel in his arms, and his face repentant. “I am sorry, Jane,” he said as she turned off the water and stepped, shivering, into the cloth. He pulled her against him and held her against him more than dried her. ” am sorry.”

“You weren’t going to marry Angelique,” she was shaking so hard the word were jerked from her.

“No, I told you that,” he replied rubbing her with the cloth to warm and dry her. He paused, frowning. “Didn’t I?” He wondered, and then picked her up, scooping under her knees, and carrying her

against his chest into the bedroom. “Angelique is…” he laid Jane onto the bed. “Useful, and vulnerable, and complicated,” he leaned back, one knee on the mattress whilst he pulled off the shirt, and then the

trousers, casting them carelessly onto the floor, before covering Jane with his body.

She moaned at the heady divinity of his skin against hers, her arms wrapping around him, her hands stroking from his arse up his back as he made room for himself between her legs and thrusted into her, with a groan, his hand closing on the top edge of the headboard, his muscles standing out as he bowed his head down to kiss her, dragging out her bottom lip.

“I need Angelique,” his eyes sought hers. “I need what she can do, her skills, But she was never,” he stooped to taste her lips again. “She was never my mate.”

Her cry held a sob of pain in it, and he groaned, dropping his head into the hollow of space

between her chin and chest, exposed by her thrown back head. His lips grazed her skin. “Jane…” his breath against her skin was half a plea. “My mate.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She clutched him against her, in a bewilderment of passion and confusion. There were so many layers of intrigue, lies, and half-truths, she did not know whether she could believe him.

Had Angelique been telling the truth? Had Baron always intended to use Jane to gain access to the elite of the packs and city? It would certainly make sense considering his aspirations for revenge. In the same way, her value would be transitory, and when he had attained his goal, he would cast her off, with any children as guarantee of position.

But what would cause him to change his plans and discard Angelique in favour of Jane? Had he really felt the true mate connection as she had, and would that ever matter enough to him to change his plans?

She wanted to believe. She wanted to believe in a magic moment that they had shared at a werewolf run a connection, a recognition in each other, a belonging.

She wanted to believe that he had identified her as his true mate and had paid over two million for her, as bride price, as a result. That he had wanted to marry her, despite his relationship with the incredibly

beautiful and sexy alpha Angelique. Despite every evidence of an ongoing, sexual relationship after Jane, his bride, had been brought home, despite the flaunting of his relationship to Angelique… She wanted to believe him, that she had mattered, that she still mattered…

She pressed her face into his shoulder and tried to find blind faith, hope, and innocence, but those things had long ago been crushed beneath the heels of other alpha werewolves, and, when she searched for them, there were so many contingencies attached that she was, herself, overwhelmed by them.

As he lifted over her, his blue eyes meeting hers, she searched them for assurance, but there were too many moments in between to contradict what she hoped for. The morning after their wedding with Angelique at the breakfast table, the wine spilled over Jane twice, the house part where Angelique had torn Jane’s mother’s picture, the many mockeries in between, the removal of the implant…

She dropped her eyes from his and felt the shudder of his exhalation.

“Jane,” he groaned against her skin as he came, but she did not fall with him despite her heat and felt the sink of disappointed passion in the stillness that followed, unsatisfied, un-replete, un-sated, the heat still clawing within her, wanting more than what it had received, and yet she wondered if she was capable of receiving more. Her body felt… ragged and disconnected. Wrung out, limp and uninterested.

“I saw you,” she whispered. “The moment you got out of your car, I saw you, and I thought: he is mine. And when my father told me that you had asked for me, I was certain that you had felt the same. My mother told me, she told me, that if I wanted happiness in life, I needed to wait for my One, my Only. I waited. I waited, and then you were there.”

“Jane,” it was a moan of pain, and his head sank onto her shoulder.

“And then you came to me drunk and hurt me,” she barely breathed the words. “And in the morning, I came down to the breakfast table to find your mistress there, to find that she sleeps in the chamber attached to your bedroom, whereas ! sleep in a guest bedroom, and you take her to social functions, sometimes without me, because everyone understands that being married to me isn’t enough, that you need Angelique, because I am insufficient for an alpha…”

“Jane,” he lifted his head and tried to meet her eyes, but she would not look at him.

“That you were only staying married to me until the connection wasn’t needed any more,” she said to him, cruel in her pain. “And then I would be discarded, used up, rubbish.”

“Jane,” he had ceased moving against her.

“So, tell me why,” she said. “Tell my why and how anything has changed? When all that has come to light this night is the depth and extent of your lies?”