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 forced himself to shiver, to cast his gaze downward as if the Alpha's presence alone was too much. He could feel the warmth of the man's breath, the weight of his scrutiny pressing against him like a physical thing.

But never against someone like him.

The Alpha watched him, lingering just long enough to let the silence stretch. It was a tactic—one meant to make Elias unravel. But he had spent years perfecting the art of restraint.

Elias exhaled sharply, shifting his weight as if unsteady. "Please," he whispered, voice carefully laced with helplessness. "I don't understand."

Would the Alpha push harder? Would he see through the mask?

The man's fingers left Elias's chin, trailing upward in a featherlight touch, grazing the pulse point at his throat.

Elias felt his own heartbeat—steady, calm.

His lips curved, a slow, knowing smirk. "You don't flinch," he murmured.

Elias swallowed, making sure it looked forced. "I—"

A single finger pressed against his lips, silencing him.

Elias stiffened, panic flashing across his face just long enough to look real. It wasn't fear—it was calculation. He needed the Alpha to hesitate, to doubt himself.

And when those dark, piercing eyes flickered—just for a second—Elias knew he had won this round.

A low, quiet chuckle that sent a sharp spike of unease through Elias's carefully crafted walls.

Elias had expected suspicion. He had expected anger.

Because it meant the Alpha wasn't just playing the game—he was relishing it.

The man finally stepped back, eyes never leaving Elias's face. "I could break you," he said casually. "If I wanted."

Elias forced himself to shake, to let the words land as if they rattled him. "I—"

The words sent a slow dread curling in Elias's stomach.

That was what this was to the Alpha.

One he had no intention of ending anytime soon.

The man turned, walking back toward his seat as if he hadn't just dismantled Elias's defenses in a handful of breaths. He sat down, resting his elbow on the armrest, fingers tapping idly against his lips.

"From now on," he said, voice as smooth as silk, "you'll stay close."

The Alpha smirked. "You're mine now."

Not until he figured out how to win.

chapter 85: a claim