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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
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156 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BEAUTY
#WEREWOLF
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ALPHA
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

Fix It

"Sleep, to keep you off my mind! I'm missing you~" Stella sang to herself, hopping her steps backward, her eyes shut. Her face lit up with joy, and she danced around the room, indulging in silly, exaggerated dance moves. 

She shimmied and shook, her laughter bubbling up as she occasionally paused to strike a fierce pose, jaws snapping playfully at the air, before eventually breaking into another fit of giggles and resuming her dance.

The sunset, which could be seen from the opened window, streamed through, casting a warm glow over her as if taking glory in her smile. But what about him? The imagination of him possibly being there or maybe seeing her like this, as this was a way she'd never acted before—Well, she'd never been that happy or free before.

Her father would curse her if he ever saw her being that happy, after all, she didn't deserve to be happy, not something worthless like her.