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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.

The night stretched on, but the Alpha remained awake. He sat in his chair, the dim lanterns flickering against the stone walls, casting shifting shadows that matched the unrest in his mind.

His fingers tapped against the table in an unhurried rhythm, his expression unreadable. He had always been a man who knew what he wanted—what was his to take, what was his to crush. Yet now, an irritation sat beneath his skin, something foreign, something unsettling.

The name alone was an itch he couldn't scratch, a puzzle that refused to be solved.

He had watched him—watched the way he shrank when soldiers sneered at him, the way he avoided drawing attention, the way he played weak. But that's all it was, wasn't it? A performance.

Because beneath the fragile mask, the Omega had been the one to uncover the assassin. He had moved too naturally, reacted too quickly. That wasn't the instinct of prey. That was the discipline of someone who had trained for war.

The Alpha exhaled, tilting his head back against the chair.

He should have crushed Elias's defiance the moment he suspected it. Should have forced the truth from him, stripped him bare of his secrets.

Instead, he had watched. Waited. Tested.

His fingers curled against the armrest, his jaw tightening.

Why had he stopped himself? Why had he let Elias remain in the safety of that fragile act?

He closed his eyes for a moment, willing the irritation away.

This wasn't about anything other than control.

Elias was hiding something, and the Alpha would find out what it was.

A sharp knock at the door shattered his thoughts.

He straightened, his eyes snapping toward the entrance. "Enter."

A soldier stepped inside, bowing his head. "My lord, the patrols have reported nothing unusual tonight. The fortress is secure."

The Alpha nodded once. "Good. Dismissed."

The soldier hesitated, then spoke again. "And the Omega, my lord?"

That frail thing, tucked away in his new quarters, pretending as though the world around him wasn't poised to devour him whole.

The soldier bowed his head and left without another word.

The Alpha sat there for a long time after, staring at the flickering flame of the lantern, lost in the question that refused to leave him.

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