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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

Vincent

VALERIC'S gaze dropped from her eyes down to her slightly parted lips, and he drank a spoonful of syrup. He was reluctant, but he did lean in, merging her lips with his and feeding her the syrup. He didn't pull back until he was sure she'd swallowed it. 

A soft sigh fled his mouth, and he pulled back, lifting his head to stare at the ceiling. The spark, again and again, was there, despite how tiny it was. It couldn't be a hallucination, impossible! He hadn't gone crazy, had he? 

"Vincent…" It was a low mutter, prompting him to lower his eyes to Stella, who was squirming coldly on the bed under the puffy duvet. 

Vincent? 

His brow arched and a frown settled on his face the second her hands reached out, grabbing onto him. "Vincent, I feel really cold. Hold me, please."