O1uwapelumi

Synopsis:
In a world where Alphas rule with absolute power, Alpha Caidren Thorne stands above them all—a warlord feared for his cruelty, a ruler whose hands are stained with the blood of both enemies and kin. His lands are harsh, his rule even harsher, and his name alone is enough to strike terror into the hearts of those who hear it.

But there is a darker truth hidden beneath his legend.

Every Omega sent to him has perished.

No one knows why. No one dares to ask. Some whisper that his presence alone is enough to snuff out their fragile lives, that no Omega can withstand his brutality. Others say that he is cursed, doomed to be alone forever. But Caidren does not care. He has never let anyone close—not a mate, not a lover, not even his own people. His heart is stone, and his hands are weapons.

When the noble House Velmire is forced to offer him an Omega, they do not send their treasured daughter. Instead, they send Elias—an adopted outcast, a boy without a place in their world. Elias has spent his life alone, unwanted, and now, he is being sent to a fate worse than death.

And when he arrives at the Bloodfang Stronghold, he is welcomed by a scene of horror.

A man clothed in black can be seen writhing in agony. Blood soaking the ground. And standing above it all, delivering judgment with cold precision, is Alpha Caidren.

Elias’ fear takes root instantly. This man is no savior. He is death itself.

Caidren barely acknowledges him, dismissing him with a single glance. Another Omega. Another life that will soon disappear.

But Elias does not die.

Days pass. Then weeks. And for the first time, an Omega survives.

Elias is not weak. He is not fragile. He is not like the others. And against every instinct, every warning, Caidren begins to take notice.

What starts as indifference turns to fascination. What was once just another burden soon becomes something the Alpha refuses to let go of.

For the first time in his life, Caidren is afraid—not of war, not of death, but of the one thing he never thought he could have.

And when enemies rise and threaten to take Elias away, Caidren will burn the world to keep his Omega safe.

scarred by the Alpher, claimed by his touch.

Caidren sat in his study, fingers tapping a steady rhythm against the armrest of his chair. The room was dim, the morning light barely creeping through the heavy curtains. His reports were spread across the desk—battle strategies, supply inventories, troop movements—but his focus remained on a single matter.

The Omega had fought off a trained assassin. That alone was unusual. But what unsettled Caidren wasn't just that Elias had survived—it was how he had reacted afterward.

No pride. No fear. No lingering signs of someone who had faced death and won.

Instead, Elias had acted as he always did. Quiet. Fragile. Distant. As if he hadn't been the one to take down a professional killer.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

Aedric stepped in, his stance easy but his expression sharp. "He's awake."

"He went to the kitchens," Aedric said, closing the door behind him. "Walked right in, sat down, and started eating. No hesitation. No questions—at least not where anyone could hear." He smirked. "He's acting as if nothing happened last night."

Caidren leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him. "And yet, the entire stronghold knows otherwise."

Aedric nodded. "The whispers have already spread. The soldiers saw the blood in his room, saw how the body disappeared before we could even retrieve it. The assassin was one of the best. And yet Elias survived. They don't know what to make of it."

Caidren sighed. "And what excuse has he given?"

Aedric chuckled, arms crossing over his chest. "Oh, you'll love this. He said he was just lucky."

Aedric nodded, the amusement still in his voice. "According to him, the assassin must have tripped, and in the struggle, he managed to escape."

Caidren's lips curled into a smirk. "Tripped?"

Caidren let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. But the amusement didn't last. His expression darkened as he mulled over the deeper implications.

Elias was lying. That much was obvious. But the real question was why?

He had been trained. Caidren had seen it in the way he moved—controlled, efficient, precise. That wasn't luck. That was discipline. That was experience.

Yet, for some reason, Elias had spent every waking moment pretending to be something he wasn't.

Caidren steepled his fingers. "He wants us to believe he's fragile."

Aedric nodded. "Then the real question is… why?"

Caidren already had his suspicions. Someone trained Elias. Whether it was a formal teacher or the harsh reality of survival, someone had shaped him into what he was. But what unsettled Caidren wasn't just Elias's skill—it was his determination to hide it.

He stood, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off a weight. "Where is he now?"

Aedric glanced toward the door. "Still in the kitchens."

Caidren's smirk returned, slower this time. Calculated.

"Good," he murmured, striding toward the door. "Let's see how long he can keep up this act."

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