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.

Elias remained seated for a long time, staring at the door as if it might swing open again. The room around him felt smaller somehow, the air heavier. His name still echoed in his mind.

It was such a simple thing—his own name, spoken in a voice deep and steady. Yet it had caught him off guard in a way he hadn't expected.

For a moment, just a fleeting second, something stirred inside him. It was something unfamiliar, something he wasn't sure he wanted to acknowledge.

A strange kind of warmth flickered in his chest before he pushed it away.

He shouldn't feel anything at all.

Elias shook his head slightly, forcing himself to breathe evenly. He was not some naïve child. The Alpha had only said his name to test him, to see if he would react. And he had.

His fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeves as he exhaled slowly. He had spent years making himself invisible, moving carefully, speaking softly, avoiding confrontation. But for the first time since arriving here, it felt like that was no longer enough.

His mind kept replaying everything—the way the Alpha had lingered, the way he had spoken. The sharp glint in his eyes, as if he already knew the truth but was waiting for Elias to confirm it.

Or was the Alpha simply toying with him, waiting for Elias to stumble?

Elias pushed himself off the bed, pacing slowly. His body felt restless, his thoughts tangled. He had spent so long avoiding attention that he didn't know how to handle it when it was suddenly forced upon him.

The room was quiet, but outside, the camp continued its steady rhythm. Soldiers patrolled. Orders were shouted. Horses moved through the dirt paths.

But Elias couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted.

His fingers brushed against the wall, as if grounding himself. The excitement—the strange feeling of being seen—still lingered at the edge of his mind, refusing to fade completely.

But he couldn't afford to let it settle.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled sharply.

If he let himself believe otherwise, if he let himself feel anything about it, he would only make things worse for himself.

He had a goal—to survive. To understand who had been behind the killings of Omegas. To expose the truth.

Getting distracted, feeling something simply because the Alpha had spoken his name, was foolish.

Elias forced himself to sit back down, pressing his hands against his knees.

For now, he would pretend nothing had changed.

Even if, deep down, he knew it had.

chapter 47: why the excitement, just a name