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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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156 Chs

Breathe!

Stella shrugged. "Great." Her eyes dropped to his fingers wrapped around her wrist. "Let go." 

"Stella-" 

"Just let go, Valeric." And the second he did, she walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. She locked it from the insane, and stormed towards the sink, her shoulders rising and falling in heavy breathing. 

There they went again. Never letting her do something for her. Everyone always choosing for her, looking down on her and thinking she's some egg that would break with pressure. 

Fuck it! That wasn't her, she wasn't like that. Why couldn't he understand? Why does he have to look at her like that, gazes that she was very familiar with—one that had been drilled into her head every second of her life. 

Didn't he make her feel different, strong, like she didn't need to hide herself? Then…what is this? Why? Why did he of all people had to—