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

He was afraid, but afraid of what?

His father, as cruel as he was, was right. A man like him didn't deserve to be happy, a beast that was simply tamed didn't merit the wife he had in front of him and definitely not that unfamiliar feeling she was pouring on him without warning, despite knowing it could never be given back.

But what was he most afraid of? Her, his wife, losing her. He'd always lost every little thing that could elevate him in the tiniest of ways and Stella, it was much more than tiny, it was too much and he was frightened he might return someday and she wouldn't be home. She wouldn't be in his safe space where he knew he would always find her.

She is his salvation—one that he couldn't give up or live without.

He took hold of her hand, intertwining his with it and brought it to his lips to softly bite into her palm, a melancholic look on his face.

Not Anymore