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 night was thick with silence, the weight of the day's events settling over the fortress like an unseen fog.

In the Alpha's private quarters, the only sound was the quiet clink of a glass against the wooden table. The room was dimly lit, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows over the stone walls.

Drain sat lazily in a chair across from the Alpha, his ever-present smirk playing at his lips as he swirled the drink in his hand. "You're in a mood."

The Alpha didn't reply. He sat with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, but Drain knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his shoulders.

"This is about the Omega, isn't it?" Drain drawled, watching him closely.

The Alpha's fingers tapped against the table once. A quiet, measured movement.

Drain chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Didn't take you for the type to get caught up over someone like him."

The Alpha finally shifted his gaze, cold and sharp. "Stay away from him."

Drain blinked, then let out a low laugh. "Come again?"

"You heard me." The Alpha's voice was calm—too calm. "Don't touch him. Don't interfere. He's mine."

Drain's smirk widened. "Oh? Yours? Since when do you claim toys, my lord?"

The Alpha's jaw tightened. "This isn't a game."

Drain tilted his head. "Then what is it?"

A muscle in the Alpha's jaw twitched, but he didn't answer right away. Instead, he picked up his glass, taking a slow sip before setting it down with deliberate care.

Drain hummed in amusement. "And you want to be the one to unravel it."

The Alpha's eyes darkened. "I don't want interference."

Drain studied him for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "So that's it. You don't just want answers. You want to pull them from him yourself."

Drain grinned, standing up and stretching. "You always did have a thing for puzzles."

Drain chuckled again, shaking his head as he walked toward the door. "I hear you, my lord. I won't touch your little mystery." He glanced back with a smirk. "But I won't stop watching either."

The Alpha said nothing as Drain slipped out of the room, his laughter echoing faintly down the corridor.

The Alpha leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.

Elias was a puzzle—and the Alpha was going to break him apart, piece by piece, until he understood everything.

chapter 100: The Alpha’s Warning