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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 no longer felt watched. Not the way he had before." → Maybe add a hint about how the shift feels different. For example:

Before, the eyes had been constant, an unseen weight pressing against his spine. Now, there was only emptiness—deliberate, calculated emptiness. And that was far worse.

2. Strengthen the Emotional Impact of His Struggle:

When Elias questions his promise, it could be even stronger if we see what the promise meant to him. Something like:

He had clung to that promise like a lifeline. A fragile tether keeping him from becoming the very thing he feared. But lifelines frayed. And now, his fingers were slipping.

3. Tweak the Ending for Even More Weight:

The last line is strong, but it could have even more impact with a slight shift:

Even if it meant becoming the person he had vowed never to be again.

Revised Version (with Small Enhancements):

Elias sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers tracing the fabric of his sleeve absentmindedly. His mind was elsewhere—stuck in the labyrinth of questions that refused to form a complete picture.

No matter how much he tried to piece things together, the puzzle refused to fit.

The assassins who had come for him.

The lingering presence in the shadows.

Each thread led to another, looping back around in a frustrating circle.

He should have found something by now. Anything.

Instead, he was left with nothing but the unsettling feeling that he was missing something crucial.

He had spent years learning how to read between the lines, how to sense danger before it struck.

And right now, the silence itself felt like a threat.

Whoever had been watching the camp was careful.

They had left no tracks, no sign of their presence except for the weight of their gaze.

Before, the eyes had been constant, an unseen weight pressing against his spine. Now, there was only emptiness—deliberate, calculated emptiness.

It wasn't that the threat was gone—he didn't believe that for a second.

It was that they had shifted tactics.

Which meant they had gotten what they needed.

Or were waiting for him to make the next move.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples.

He couldn't afford to act recklessly.

He had promised himself, long ago, that he wouldn't use the skills his master had taught him. That he would bury that part of himself, let it die with the betrayal that had left him abandoned.

Wasn't he breaking that promise already?

Wasn't he thinking like the person he swore he would never be?

He had clung to that promise like a lifeline. A fragile tether keeping him from becoming the very thing he feared.

And now, his fingers were slipping.

If he truly wanted to survive this, if he truly wanted to uncover the truth—

He would have no choice but to embrace the very thing he had sworn to leave behind.

chapter 70: a choice