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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 · Fantasie
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Are You Crying?

"H-hello!" 

Valeric hissed at her yelling voice from the other side of the phone and glanced at the screen. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" 

"No. And why would you assume that something happened?"  

"You're calling me, Stella." 

"Meaning what?" 

"Well, I'm sure you will never call me if something isn't wrong." 

"What? What kind of man are you? Why would you say such a thing?" 

"Am I mistaken?"  

"Of course you are. Big time! I would call you even if nothing was wrong." 

"Really?"  

"Mm. It's not…a big deal." 

"I see. So, you're okay?"  

"Yes, I am." 

He rested back against his office seat and threw his head back to stare at the ceiling, abandoning his work. "Why did you call?"