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 silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken meaning.

Elias didn't look away. He had spent too many years hiding, too many years perfecting the art of appearing harmless. But this man—this childhood friend of the Alpha—was sharper than he let on.

He wasn't just here out of curiosity.

"I wouldn't know," Elias said finally, keeping his tone neutral.

The man hummed as if considering his words. Then, with an almost lazy movement, he leaned against the small table by the window, his fingers tapping lightly against the wood.

"You know," he said, "the Alpha doesn't usually waste his time on people like you."

Elias felt his pulse steady. "People like me?"

"Omegas." The man smiled, but there was something behind it—something keen. "Especially the ones that are supposed to be weak."

Elias gave no reaction, though the words settled uncomfortably in his chest.

The man tilted his head. "But you… you're different, aren't you?"

Elias didn't respond. He couldn't.

Because any answer he gave—silence included—was an answer.

The man studied him for another moment before pushing away from the table. "I don't know what game you're playing, but I'd be careful if I were you."

Elias exhaled slowly. "I don't play games."

The man's smirk widened. "Then why do I get the feeling you're the most dangerous person in this room?"

The words were spoken lightly, but the weight behind them was unmistakable.

The man gave a small chuckle before stepping back toward the door. "You interest him. That makes you interesting to me."

A pause. Then, almost as an afterthought—

"I wonder how long you can keep up this act."

He left without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.

So the Alpha wasn't the only one watching him.

He moved toward the window, pressing his fingers against the cool glass as he gazed outside. The training grounds were empty now, but his mind replayed the day's events, every small slip, every calculated movement.

He couldn't afford any more mistakes.

Someone would eventually figure out exactly who he was.

chapter 95: Interest