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?

Sold To The Beastly Alpha

STATIC silence echoed between the two of them, and Valeric appeared wordless.

"Well, Mr. Jones, you're wasting your time! I may have been afraid of you at first, but not anymore. And you know why? I realized it doesn't matter, you'll still do whatever you want. But, you should know this, I will never like you for any reason, not someone horrible like you. So quit wasting your time and get on with your business once you're done playing husband and wife with me."

"I don't even know you—not even merely what you have hidden behind that stupid mask on your face!" She snatched her arm from him and stormed off.

Valeric blinked, his hand rising to touch the mask, horizontally covering half of his face. Something fleeting burned in his eyes, and with her out of his sight, he once again seemed to harden, regaining some, if not all of his previous presence like a cold winter night.

Selena Modash