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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A soft breath fled Stella's nose, and she took out the disfigured gold ring to look at it. Maybe it was good that he wasn't back yet. In the meantime, she will keep trying to find a way to fix the thing. She wasn't sure she'd have any explanation if Vincent returned to her to find her with a disfigured ring.

She dropped the ring back into the drawer and proceeded to continue brushing her hair from where she stopped, but the sudden unfamiliar noises coming from downstairs prompted her to turn her head. Was something happening? The house was usually very quiet, as Valeric was someone who hated noises.

Stella stood up from the stool, slipped her feet into her slippers, and began to leave the room with the brush held up defensively. She took the stairs downstairs, and upon arriving at the foyer, she was met with a man she had never seen before.

It’s Filthy!