AngelLily

[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?

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THE craze, the confusion, the want, the desperation, the unfounded lingering possessiveness—just what is it that he wanted from her?

"I…" The burn in Valeric's eyes died, and he let go of her. "I…don't…I don't…" A long heavy pause. "I'm never going to hurt you, but I can't let you go if that's what you want. I can give you anything, all except that."

"You disgust me." Stella sighed, and her hands helplessly dropped to her side. "I hate you, Valeric Jones."

Valeric made no response. For how much he simply wanted her to address him by his name, rather than how formal she did, hearing her say it now, he hated it. He didn't want her to utter that name, only to make it clear how much hatred she bore for him.

Something about it felt like a painful arrow to the chest.

"…I see." It was faint, she nearly didn't catch it. "Make sure to eat well. I'll be out for a while," he said and turned around, leaving the room.

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