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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

What Do You Want?

STELLA pressed her back against the door and slid to the marble floor, sitting on her bottom. 

What the heck was that? What has gotten into Alex? Why would he even say such a thing to her? How could he assume that she loved Valeric? Sure, she liked him, but not love. How could she? It just wasn't possible.  

…not Valeric. 

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A black SUV pulled over to drive into the royal manor and park in the massive parking lot. The door was opened by Theo, and a set of black Italian shoes met the floor. Valeric lifted his head and got out of the car. He adjusted the mask he wore, and with heavy strides, he began to match towards the entrance double door, his gloved hands shoved into the pocket of his pants. 

The security bowed to him, but he didn't pay them any heed. Instead, he turned to Nix, whose shoulders were heaving in anger. 

"Have you seen Diego, Nix?"