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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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It’s My Fault

"That is what you have to say to me? How long has it been?" 

But all the old man was met with was silence, and he sighed.  

"But why am I asking? Knowing you, you wouldn't say anything to me. You'll just keep silent, always, again, over and over again. Valeric, why? Why did you become this way? Why did you become like that? You're strong, you shouldn't be this way. Speak. Say something to me.  

Valeric asked, "What do you want from me?"  

"That same question again?"

The old man groaned, and he could be seen uncrossing his legs from behind the curtain. The hum of warmth drew sluggishly through his veins, and he interlocked his fingers, gazing fixedly at the dim light above the ceiling. "Will you tell me what you've done, or should I say it myself?" 

Again, it was all silence from Valeric. 

"Fine," the voice pressed on relentlessly. "You got a wife, didn't you?"