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 kept his posture relaxed, his eyes trained on the dying embers of the campfire before him. But his senses stretched beyond the flickering light, reaching into the darkness where something—someone—was waiting.

He didn't turn his head, didn't make the mistake of searching too obviously. If he had learned anything from years of survival, it was that the moment you acknowledged a hidden threat was the moment you became its target.

The night was filled with the usual sounds—the distant rustling of fabric as soldiers turned in their sleep, the crackle of the fire, the occasional murmur of the guards on patrol.

But beneath it all, there was something else.

A silence too perfect in a world that was never truly still.

Whoever it was, they weren't moving closer. They were just… watching.

Like a hunter waiting for its prey to make the first mistake.

Elias stood slowly, dusting off his hands as if he had grown tired of sitting. He stretched, yawning softly, before turning toward the tents.

He moved with measured steps—leisurely, unbothered.

A man who had no reason to suspect anything.

No hurried steps retreating into the night.

Whoever was out there wasn't just a shadow passing through.

And that meant they weren't an ordinary scout or assassin.

They were someone who knew how to wait.

Instead of returning to his tent, Elias turned at the last moment, slipping into the shadows between the supply wagons. He moved silently, pressing his back against the wooden crates, positioning himself where he could see without being seen.

The guards continued their rounds.

Barely there. A shift in the darkness, just beyond the perimeter where the firelight didn't reach.

Someone was standing just outside the camp, beyond where the guards would notice, blending perfectly with the night.

The figure did not move. Did not attempt to enter the camp.

Elias forced himself to stay still, to observe.

He could only make out a vague outline—tall, cloaked in shadow, unmoving.

And then, without a sound, the figure stepped backward, vanishing into the trees as if it had never been there at all.

Whoever they were, they weren't just a threat.

A reminder that the game was far from over.

And Elias wasn't the only one searching for answers.

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