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 next morning came too quickly.

Elias barely slept—not that he expected to. The weight of the previous night pressed against him, every muscle coiled with the awareness that his world had shifted.

He dressed carefully, choosing plain, unremarkable clothing. Nothing that would stand out. Nothing that would invite further attention. He needed to control what they saw, even if the Alpha had already caught a glimpse of what lay beneath.

A knock at the door broke the silence. It wasn't hesitant. It wasn't a request.

Elias exhaled slowly before stepping forward and opening the door.

Two guards stood outside, their expressions impassive. Neither spoke as they fell into step beside him, flanking him as they walked through the corridors.

A few soldiers turned their heads as he passed, their eyes flickering with curiosity. Some whispered. Others simply watched.

Elias kept his gaze ahead, his face carefully neutral. This wasn't new. He had spent years being observed, being measured, being underestimated.

The doors to the main hall loomed ahead, tall and imposing. As they swung open, the low hum of conversation filled the air—soldiers eating, talking, the sharp clatter of metal against plates.

And at the center of it all, the Alpha.

He sat at the head of the long table, his posture relaxed, but his presence undeniable. He wasn't speaking. He didn't need to. The room moved around him, every person subtly attuned to his presence.

Elias didn't freeze. He refused to. He simply continued forward, keeping his steps measured, his expression blank.

The Alpha's lips curled slightly. Not quite a smirk, but something close.

A flick of his fingers, and one of the guards pulled out a chair.

Elias hesitated for only a fraction of a second before lowering himself into the seat. His body was tense with the weight of every eye in the room on him, but he didn't let it show.

The Alpha poured himself a drink, swirling the liquid before taking a slow sip. He didn't speak right away. He let the silence stretch, thick with meaning.

Elias met his gaze, forcing his voice to stay even. "Yes."

The word was soft, almost amused. Elias didn't react.

The Alpha tilted his head, watching him as if waiting for something. When Elias remained silent, the smirk deepened.

Elias picked up his utensils, forcing himself to move naturally, though his pulse thrummed beneath the surface. He could feel the tension in the air. The attention.

chapter 90: a command