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Sold To The Beastly Alpha

[Mature Content: No rape] “A recessive omega and a mateless supreme Alpha” He was incapable of having a mate nor falling in love from the moment he became the only existing supreme alpha. He ruled the world, he ruled them, everything was in the palms of his hands and everything belonged to him.  Yet he couldn’t have one thing. ‘A mate ’ But he, with her, felt a spark—a tiny spark. It’d ignited like a flame, and though it was too little to confirm if they were mates, who cared? He didn’t! That tiny spark was all it took!  And he, Valeric Jones, has found what he sought.   And he was obsessed!  Does it matter that he was incapable of falling in love? That he was a man unable to feel certain emotions? No! She belonged to no one from the moment he laid eyes on her, and he will make her his! Stella Ferguson was locked in his very palms: her smile for him, her words for him, her time for him, and her love… Only for him. She was the shelter and the salvation he sought, the tenderness he yearned for. Yet, the real question was… would Stella Ferguson ever love the man she has been sold to? A man she hated from the very depths of her heart? One she could never stand! And would Valeric Jones himself ever find himself capable of loving her despite his incapability and the desire he holds for her?

AngelLily · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
156 Chs

RIDICULOUS!

STELLA stared at his disappearing back, wondering where he was going off to. But she didn't ask or stop him. She turned, went back into the room, and shut the door. 

Valeric stood outside in the garden, a bouquet of hyacinth in his grip. The rain was gentle, and he'd walked over to the bench to take a seat. Strange, how strange. It wasn't anger that he was feeling, it was rather something like devastation—something that made him want to shove his hand into his chest and pull out his beating heart.  

He didn't like it. He didn't like the feeling at all, and it didn't make it any better that he didn't understand what it was. 

His grip on the bouquet tightened, and he tossed it away, having no need for it anymore. He'd bought it for her on his way back, but there didn't seem to be any need for it. She probably wouldn't take it if he gave it to her.