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

THE living room floor-length curtain was opened, and Maurene, who'd seen the two fast asleep on the large sofa, was quick to hurry her way out, slowly closing the door and leaving them to themselves.

Not a long few minutes after, Stella, in the man's arms, stretched and yawned contentedly, having slept well. She blinked her eyes open and turned her face, only to come face-to-face with Valeric, who had only just opened his eyes.

They stared at each other, unmoving, and she felt herself gulp so loudly that she was sure he heard it. If she moved first, wouldn't it make it awkward? Lord, he's the nonchalant one, he should move first. What is he waiting for?

Valeric's eyes fell to her nose, and she followed along until it stopped right on her light reddish lips, which were slightly parted as if she had something to say. She blinked and twitched at the sound of a sudden pound in her chest.

Spaced Buns