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 could feel the Alpha watching him.

Even when he wasn't looking, even when the man said nothing, there was an undeniable weight in the air—a silent, lingering awareness that Elias was being observed.

If the Alpha had accused him, had demanded answers, Elias could have feigned confusion. Could have acted like a frightened Omega and pretended he didn't understand.

But instead, the Alpha remained silent.

The Alpha suspected something, but rather than force an answer, he was content to let Elias bury himself.

It was a strategy Elias understood well—one he himself had used in the past.

He had been careful before, but now he had to be perfect.

He slowed his steps just enough to look hesitant.

He made sure his hands trembled slightly when handling delicate objects.

He avoided eye contact in moments when confidence might have slipped through.

He became what they expected—a fragile, uncertain thing.

Because he had chosen not to fight, but that did not mean he was helpless.

Elias had expected the Alpha to eventually press him, to ask questions, to try and trap him in his own web of deception.

Instead, the Alpha acted as though nothing had changed.

He treated Elias the same way he always had—watchful, amused, vaguely indulgent, but never outright suspicious.

The Alpha was waiting for him to slip, for him to give something away.

And Elias refused to let that happen.

One evening, as the sky darkened into deep shades of blue and violet, Elias moved through camp with slow, measured steps.

The soldiers had begun to ignore him again, their initial curiosity fading into disinterest.

He passed by the Alpha's war tent, glancing at the flickering candlelight within.

The Alpha was inside, hunched over his maps as always.

But as Elias walked by, the candlelight shifted.

Elias immediately lowered his gaze, keeping his expression neutral, his posture meek.

chapter 63: not break