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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"Wife." Valeric brought their foreheads together and all she could see and smell was him. A whimper fell from her and she latched onto the feel of him like it was a lifetime as her racing thoughts calmed.

"You're scaring me, Stella, and that's sort of not reassuring. I'm usually most people's nightmare."

A laugh bubbled free from her and she didn't stop even when it turned into a full-on giggle.

Valeric cocked a brow as he pulled back a little. "You don't think I'm frightening?" He asked.

She laughed again, shrugging. "You were to me, not anymore. But to others, you are."

It wasn't very visible, but a smile had twitched on his lips and he grabbed her by the armpit, lifting her from the bed to carry her.

"Comforting you? Or am I doing it wrong?"

"Well… You're making me feel like a little child," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs circling his waist.

And Why?