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 pushed himself to his feet, dust clinging to his palms as the murmurs rippled through the crowd.

The soldier facing him smirked, rolling his shoulders as if he were being given a gift. He clearly enjoyed this—putting an Omega in his place.

Elias lowered his gaze, exhaling softly.

He had barely dodged in the first round, barely put up a fight. That should have been enough to convince them. To convince him.

"Come on, Omega." The soldier cracked his knuckles. "Let's make this quick."

Elias forced a hesitant nod and raised his arms in a loose, uncertain stance. Not too rigid. Not too skilled. Just enough to look like he wanted to defend himself but didn't know how.

The blow came faster this time, more forceful, aimed at Elias's ribs. Elias twisted just slightly—enough that the strike clipped him but didn't land solidly. He staggered back, letting out a choked gasp.

But Elias wasn't concerned about them.

The Alpha was watching closely, his expression unreadable.

The soldier went for another strike. Elias barely lifted his arms in time, letting himself crumple under the impact. He fell to one knee, panting, as the laughter returned.

"That all you've got?" the soldier scoffed. "Maybe next time, stay where you belong."

More chuckles from the men gathered around.

Elias swallowed back his pride and lowered his head. Make them believe it.

The Alpha stepped forward, his boots crunching against the dirt. "Enough."

The soldier stepped back immediately, dropping his hands.

Elias exhaled quietly, keeping his head bowed.

The Alpha stopped just before him, silent for a long moment. Then—

Elias pushed himself up slowly, wincing just enough to sell the act. His breathing was measured, but his hands trembled slightly—whether from real tension or the need to perform, even he wasn't sure anymore.

The Alpha tilted his head slightly. "You fought back more this time."

Elias forced a hesitant nod. "I— I tried."

The Alpha studied him, eyes dark with something Elias couldn't quite place.

Then, after what felt like an eternity—

Relief flooded through Elias, but he kept it from his face. He gave a small bow and turned, walking carefully back toward the west wing, every step controlled.

He felt the weight of their gazes on his back.

He felt the Alpha's still lingering.

Because if the Alpha wasn't convinced now, then he would keep testing him.

Elias wouldn't be able to keep up the act.

chapter 97: hoping this is the end of the game