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 flickering candle cast long shadows against the walls of Elias's room. His thoughts churned, his body motionless as he weighed his choices.

He had been careful. He had remained invisible. But now, he was at a crossroads.

The logical step was clear—he had to act. He had to move before the enemy did, before the Alpha pieced together more than he should.

But as Elias prepared himself to break his careful silence, something held him back.

He wasn't supposed to use the skills that had been burned into his very bones.

Not after he had been left behind.

Elias clenched his jaw, fingers curling into the thin fabric of his blanket as the memories dragged him backward, deeper, into the past.

He had been younger then—sharp, fast, eager to prove himself. His master had seen potential in him, had honed him into something precise, something deadly.

It had been more than just training. It had been a bond.

Elias had waited. Had convinced himself it was temporary, that the man who had shaped him wouldn't just abandon him.

But days became weeks. Weeks turned into months.

And the truth settled in like a knife to the gut.

He had been nothing more than a tool. Something useful until he wasn't.

And in that moment of painful realization, Elias had made a choice.

He would never use those skills again.

Because what was the point of power if it meant nothing in the end?

Elias opened his eyes, his body tense as the weight of that vow settled heavily upon him.

He had survived without those skills before. He could do it again.

He would find the truth, but he would do it without becoming what he once was.

Because the moment he let himself fight again—the moment he used what had been drilled into him—he would have to face the truth.

That deep down, despite his vow, despite everything…

And that was a darkness he refused to return to.

So, instead of revealing himself, instead of stepping forward as a warrior, Elias took a different path.

He leaned further into his disguise.

He softened his presence even more, making himself appear lost, uncertain, fragile.

He let his steps falter when walking through camp. Let his hands tremble when handling small tasks.

He allowed the guards to think he was harmless.

Let the Alpha believe he was nothing but an Omega caught in a storm beyond his control.

And slowly, the tension around him shifted.

The whispers about him faded into mere background noise.

Even the Alpha—sharp, observant, calculating—seemed to ease the pressure of his scrutiny.

And in doing so, he gave himself the freedom to search for answers without suspicion.

Over the next few days, he observed. He listened.

The missing soldiers. The growing unrest. The way certain names were never spoken aloud.

He found patterns in the camp's movements—when the guards rotated, which soldiers spoke too carefully, which officers had meetings behind closed doors.

And most importantly, he learned when the Alpha left his war room unattended.

Not long. Never more than a handful of minutes.

Long enough for Elias to slip in and find what he needed.

Because if he couldn't fight for answers—

chapter 61: memories