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 Alpha stood at the edge of his war tent, his fingers resting against the hilt of his sword as he stared into the night. The flames of the campfires flickered, casting shadows against the canvas walls, but his attention was elsewhere.

It wasn't the usual tension that came with battle preparations, nor was it the scheming of rival factions. No, this was different—unnatural.

The patrol reports had been normal. No intrusions, no disturbances. Yet, when the Alpha took a walk through the camp himself, he noticed the small things.

The way the wind carried a scent that was foreign—someone who didn't belong.

The shift in the air, subtle but undeniable, as though a ghost had passed through.

The faintest indentations in the dirt just outside the perimeter, where no one should have been standing.

The Alpha's grip on his sword tightened. He was a man who understood war, who had faced enemies on every battlefield imaginable.

He had fought rebels, rival warlords, and political enemies who thought they could outmaneuver him.

Whoever had entered his territory had left no trace beyond what he alone could notice.

It wasn't just skill—it was deliberate.

A message meant only for someone who could see the gaps.

Because an enemy who could move unseen was an enemy who could strike without warning.

Then, there was the other problem—Elias.

Not in a way that most would notice. He still carried himself with the same fragile hesitance, still lowered his eyes as if he wished to remain unseen.

The way Elias moved was different now—more controlled. More measured.

Like someone who was listening more than speaking.

But there was no doubt anymore—Elias knew something.

The Omega had always been good at hiding, but now it was clear:

He wasn't just hiding from the Alpha.

He was hiding from something else.

Something that had him just as wary as the Alpha himself.

The Alpha let out a slow breath, forcing his expression to remain neutral.

He should be irritated that Elias was keeping secrets, that the Omega was slipping through his grasp.

The Alpha did not worry about anyone. He had ruled through power and strategy, never through personal attachment.

Yet, here he was, standing beneath the darkened sky, thinking about the fragile, quiet Omega who was now moving with the steps of a man expecting an attack.

An Omega who, for reasons the Alpha could not yet understand, had become a piece in a war he hadn't even realized he was fighting.

And for the first time in a long while—

The Alpha felt a whisper of something dangerous beneath his skin.

Because if there was an enemy lurking in the shadows, one he could neither see nor predict—

Then for the first time in his life, he was no longer the most dangerous person in the room.

chapter 68: denied worries