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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 · Fantaisie
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31 Chs

A Gift

OUTSIDE in the garden in the backyard of the manor, Stella knelt on the carpet grass and gently touched the flowers that looked to be dying. 

"What happened to them?" 

"I'm not very sure, Ms." Maurene fidgeted with her dress, the rustle of the clothes loudening over the cold breeze. "Ms, you really need to go back inside. It's really cold out here, and it might rain soon." 

Stella's hands tightened around the flower, and she released her grip before she could ruin them. "Are you implying that I would catch a cold?"

A damp silence diffused between the two of them. Of course, there was a possibility of her catching a cold. She was a weak recessive omega and not a pure one. And she didn't mean it in a way of scorn, but she was rather worried for her. The master wouldn't be happy if he came home to a sick wife.  

"…Ms."