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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 sat stiffly on the edge of his bed, his gaze fixed on the soldier standing too comfortably in his room.

He didn't know his name. Didn't care to. To Elias, he was just another favored soldier—one who thought he had the right to pry.

"Are you always this nosy?" Elias asked, his voice light, unconcerned.

The soldier grinned. "Only when something interests me."

Elias exhaled quietly through his nose. "You should find better interests."

The soldier chuckled, stepping further into the room, his eyes sharp despite his casual posture. He stopped near the desk, running his fingers over the polished wood before glancing back at Elias.

"You didn't fight back today," he mused. "Not really."

Elias tilted his head. "I was outmatched."

The silence stretched between them, thick with meaning.

Elias let out a slow breath, keeping his expression carefully blank. "Why are you here?"

The soldier smirked, pushing away from the desk. "Curiosity, mostly."

Elias didn't buy that for a second.

"Or," the man continued, "maybe I just wanted to see how long you can keep pretending."

Elias kept his breathing even. "Pretending what?"

The soldier's gaze flickered over him, assessing. Calculating.

Then, to Elias's surprise, he just shrugged. "I guess we'll find out."

With that, he turned, heading toward the door.

Elias watched him go, waiting for the moment the door clicked shut before exhaling.

That man was dangerous—not because he knew anything, but because he was looking too closely.

Because if the Alpha wasn't the only one watching him…

Then his time here was already running out.

The Alpha sat in his private quarters, fingers curled around a glass of dark liquor, his thoughts swirling.

That damn Omega was a mystery wrapped in fragile silence, in careful, calculated movements that spoke of training no ordinary Omega should have.

He played the role well. A little too well. But the Alpha had seen enough men lie to know when someone was pretending.

A quiet knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Enter," he said, not bothering to turn.

His childhood friend stepped inside, the smirk he always wore tugging at his lips.

"You're still thinking about him."

His friend chuckled, stepping closer. "Be careful."

The Alpha arched a brow. "Of what?"

His friend leaned against the table, arms crossed. "Of how much he's starting to matter to you."

The Alpha scoffed, taking another sip of his drink. "He doesn't matter."

His friend hummed, unconvinced. "Then why are you still watching him?"

Because he wasn't sure he liked the answer.

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