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.

The night passed without another disturbance, but Elias didn't sleep. He kept his breathing even, his body still, but his mind remained sharp, listening for any shift in the air, any sign that the shadow outside his window would return.

But whoever had been watching him was patient. Or cautious.

That meant they weren't a reckless assassin—they were someone gathering information.

By the time the morning light seeped into his room, Elias knew he had only bought himself time.

A sharp knock on the door broke the quiet.

His eyes flickered open, but he remained still.

"The Alpha has summoned you," a soldier's voice came through the door.

Elias took a slow breath. He had expected this. The Alpha had been testing him last night, and now he wanted to push further.

He slid out of bed, his movements deliberate. He didn't rush. That would make it seem like he was nervous. Instead, he smoothed his clothes, pressed down his hair, and approached the door at a calm pace.

When he opened it, two guards stood waiting. They didn't look at him with open hostility, but there was something in their expressions—mild curiosity, perhaps even unease. They had likely heard the rumors. An Omega who survived an assassination attempt. An Omega the Alpha had personally acknowledged.

He lowered his gaze slightly, keeping his posture meek, letting them believe he was just another fragile creature.

The soldiers exchanged a glance before turning, guiding him toward the Alpha's quarters.

As they walked, the tension in the camp was palpable. Soldiers moved with urgency, speaking in hushed tones. Weapons were being checked, supplies counted. The war was pressing closer.

And yet, despite everything, people still found time to watch him as he passed.

Elias kept his expression carefully blank.

They arrived at the Alpha's quarters, and one of the guards knocked before pushing open the heavy wooden door.

The room was simple but commanded power. A large table was covered in maps, battle plans spread out in careful detail. A fire burned low in the corner, casting flickering light across the space.

And standing near the table, arms crossed, was the Alpha.

His presence filled the room effortlessly. He didn't look up right away, scanning the documents before him with sharp focus.

Elias waited. He knew better than to speak first.

After a moment, the Alpha finally lifted his gaze—and then, to Elias's shock, he smirked.

Elias barely kept his expression from shifting. His exhaustion must have shown more than he realized. He quickly lowered his gaze. "I—"

"Don't lie," the Alpha interrupted, stepping closer. "You were waiting."

Elias's fingers twitched at his sides. The Alpha wasn't just testing him anymore—he was openly playing with him.

He forced himself to swallow, to keep his voice soft. "I… I wasn't sure if someone would try again."

The Alpha tilted his head slightly, watching him.

And then, just like the night before, he spoke his name.

That same flicker of something sharp and unexpected ran through him.

The Alpha had called him by name again. Not as a challenge this time, not as a test. But as if he were acknowledging something Elias didn't understand.

The feeling stirred inside him—nice—but he buried it instantly.

The Alpha watched him closely, as if he had been waiting for a reaction. When Elias gave him nothing, the smirk returned, faint but knowing.

"Good," the Alpha finally said, turning back to his table. "Then you're smarter than I thought."

Elias clenched his fingers at his sides, hiding the way his pulse jumped.

This wasn't a game he could afford to lose.

chapter 50: feels nice