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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

But They Were

No. She wasn't okay. She was never okay and she may never be. She rubbed her chest, the pain intensifying with every passing second. The corners of her mouth attempted to lift into an assuring smile, but it didn't work. She couldn't do it. 

"Stella, tell me what exactly-"

"I hoped!" She broke down. "It was okay when everyone looked at me like that or when they thought the same thing about me, I didn't mind at all and in fact, I had gotten used to it. But Valeric…I don't, I don't know. I just somehow wished he didn't look at me the same and that he didn't think the same as they do. That weak thing that could never do anything for her, always having to hide behind somehow, waiting to be saved, to be helped, could never amount to anything and was just as useless as what she was, that was what their eyes always said." 

"I thought I'd gotten used to it until he said it to me. That I was weak." 

"What?"