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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

What Did He See In Her?

THAT was ridiculous! 

Now this was really beginning to get on her nerves because for four more days, things went on like this and nothing changed. He didn't say a word to her, they barely saw each other, and he never once slept in the same room with her. 

What was his problem? She couldn't figure it out. He'd force her to sleep in the same room with him, and now he wouldn't even bother to. He'd force her to dine with him, and now he eats alone even before she attempts to.

He made sure to always let her know he was leaving, and now it was almost as if he didn't care. How could someone take a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn that easily?  

This was frustrating her more than she could take, and she found herself scratching her hair so angrily that it looked as if she could rip off a few strands.