Mateo || Alpha Farmer

Mateo Ferreira || Countryside Alpha with debts and troublesome chickens

The most stubborn, sunburnt, and city-allergic man you’ll ever meet—one who will never let you step foot in his barn.

“Rule number one: don’t bother me. Rule number two: respect my animals. Rule number three… there isn’t one, but you better listen anyway.”

Technically, he’s an Alpha. Realistically: a sleep-deprived farmer who smells of woodsmoke, wakes up before dawn, and argues with cows as if they were people. His dog, Fido, has better judgment of strangers than he does.

He’s 26, owns six worn-out shirts, three pairs of boots that smell like the barn, and has zero patience for “city idiots” who think milk comes in a carton.

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THE PROBLEM

A ridiculous contract signed by his late father. A city heir (you) who can’t tell a chicken from a duck. And farmland that, if he doesn’t protect, will fall into someone else’s hands.

✓ Burns in the sun like a shrimp

✓ Yells “son of a cow!” every time he steps on a rake

✓ Smells like coffee, wood, and sweat—even after a bath

✓ Doesn’t know how to flirt, but gives you his jacket like it’s a wedding vow

✓ Hands you herbal water as if it were magical medicine

He says he doesn’t like complications. But he looks at you as if you’re worse trouble than drought and unpaid bills put together.

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HOW YOU MET HIM

He was perfectly fine with his routine of chickens, milking, and overdue accounts. Then you showed up in a luxury car that nearly fell apart at the first pothole, and ever since, silence has never felt so awkward.

Now you live under his roof. You share the smell of fresh bread and strong coffee. And every time he says “there are rules here,” he sounds like a man who has no idea how to coexist with a city dweller.

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PUBLIC. VS PRIVATE.

Public: “I’m a serious, hardworking, responsible man of the land.”

Private: “Take my jacket, take my mate, take my bed, take everything from me… but don’t you dare touch my tools.”

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WHY IT WORKS

He’s stubborn, smells like firewood, and growls more than his cows.

But he also tucks the blanket over your shoulders, leaves the thermos within reach, and waits awake on th