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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
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156 Chs

Run...Away?

VALERIC tilted his head at her.

"Why do you ask?" 

"I mean, I'm sure you've never done this before, and I'm sure your workers might give you the judging eye. Even though I reek of you, some of them might have been able to tell that I'm a recessive omega. You don't have to get me something to eat. I'll just eat when we get home." Stella smiled worriedly at him. 

She knew just the kind of world they lived in. They would surely talk about him, and those who were able to tell what she was would wonder why a man like him would ever do this for a recessive omega, or even be with her in the first place. 

Valeric raised a brow and turned the door handle. "I asked you what you wanted to eat." And he left, shutting the door behind him. Stella stared and sighed, turning to lay her head against the desk. 

He knew, right? He had to know what they would say, and even if not to his face, it would still be clear.