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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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I’ll Carry You Then

"Where is my wife?" Something dangerous was flickering like a lit fire in his eyes—something that told the man he would turn into a lifeless body in the very next second if he didn't answer him. 

"Your wife? D-do you mean, Stella, sir?" The old man could somewhat tell. The scent on him was the very same powerful scent Stella had on her. Was this her husband? Mr. Valeric Jones, the first son of the royal family? 

He was done for. 

He was very much done for and he knew it. For it to be a man like him—someone that was known by everyone to be some kind of beast that was beyond what their own kind could ever be, his life was done for. 

"Where. Is. My. Wife?" He repeated himself, this time with through gritted teeth. His grip around his throat tightened and he choked, grating out. "In the changing room. S-she is…I-in the changing room." He was pointing at a door.