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.

Not because of fear—he had learned long ago to shove that aside—but because of the inevitability of what was coming.

It wasn't just a test. It was a trap.

The Alpha wanted to see him slip again, to confirm what he already suspected. Elias had been careful all these years, had learned to move like someone fragile, someone harmless. But on that training field, in front of everyone, there would be no room to hide.

If he held back too much, they would mock him. Push him. Press him until he reacted.

If he fought too well, the Alpha would know.

He lay on the too-soft bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing through every possible outcome. He had survived worse. He would survive this.

But the balance he had tried to maintain was crumbling beneath him.

A knock on the door signaled his escort had arrived. Elias rose smoothly, not bothering to stretch, not letting himself hesitate. Hesitation meant doubt, and doubt could be seen.

When he stepped outside, the same soldier from before was waiting.

"Follow me." No unnecessary words.

The training grounds were already alive with movement when they arrived—soldiers stretching, sparring, their voices rough and unbothered. The moment he stepped into view, the energy shifted. Conversations lowered to murmurs. Some outright stopped.

They were waiting to see what the Omega would do.

The Alpha stood near the center, arms crossed, watching as Elias was led forward.

Elias didn't falter. He didn't shrink away, didn't let the weight of their stares press down on him. He walked with the same quiet composure he always did.

The Alpha's smirk was faint, but present.

"Pair him up," he said, voice carrying effortlessly. "Let's see what he can do."

Elias's stomach curled, but he kept his face neutral.

A soldier—bigger, broader, with the cocky air of someone who had never lost—stepped forward. He grinned, cracking his knuckles. "I'll take him."

Laughter rippled through the group. They thought this would be easy.

The Alpha said nothing, only gestured for them to begin.

Elias let the other soldier take the first move.

The man lunged, clearly expecting Elias to stumble, to flinch.

chapter 92: no flinching