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 crouched beside the wooden post, fingers tracing the symbol carved into its surface. His mind churned, but the pieces refused to fit together.

The mark belonged to those who had once hunted Omegas, yet the recent disappearances had nothing to do with them—at least, not directly.

Every missing soldier had vanished near the supply routes, yet there was no sign of struggle, no blood, no bodies.

And then there was the biggest question of all:

How did this connect to the fate of the other Omegas?

He had assumed the assassins who came for him were part of the same threat—the same group that had been eliminating Omegas one by one.

But if that were true, then why was this symbol here?

Why did it belong to another enemy entirely?

For the next few days, Elias searched relentlessly, trying to find a connection.

He listened more carefully to the soldiers' whispers, tracked their movements, noted the ones who seemed nervous.

No evidence that the missing soldiers were linked to the Omega deaths.

No proof that the assassins were working for the same group that had once hunted him.

No sign that anyone else in the camp even knew of the symbol on the post.

The more he searched, the less sense it made.

There were too many separate threads, and no clear way to weave them together.

It was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Because if he couldn't find the connection—

It meant there was something else lurking in the shadows.

Something he hadn't even seen yet.

One night, unable to sleep, Elias sat near the dying embers of the fire outside his tent. His mind refused to rest, turning over every detail.

If the disappearances weren't connected to the Omega killings, then who was taking the soldiers?

And if the people who had once hunted Omegas were here, why hadn't they made another move?

Elias exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around his cloak.

Had he been looking in the wrong direction this entire time?

Had he assumed that the threats were separate when, in reality, they were only pieces of something bigger?

And that terrified him more than anything else.

Because if he couldn't find the answer soon—

It meant he wasn't the hunter in this game.

chapter 65: a prey