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 Alpha remained still long after the soldier had gone, his mind a battlefield of questions he refused to voice. The words had left his mouth before he had even thought them through. He stays untouched.

What difference did it make if the soldiers toyed with him? If Elias was as fragile as he pretended to be, then he would break like the others before him. And if he wasn't—if he truly was something else—then wouldn't that be the perfect test?

And yet, the thought of anyone else touching him made something coil tight in the Alpha's chest. Something sharp.

Elias was a puzzle, and the Alpha would be the one to pull him apart, piece by piece. No one else had the right to interfere.

Standing, he strode toward the window, pushing open the heavy wooden shutters. The night air was cool against his skin, the fortress below bathed in silver moonlight. From here, he could see the barracks, the courtyard—everything within his domain.

And beyond that, on the far side of the fortress, where the shadows stretched long, was Elias's new room.

The Omega would be resting now, curled up in whatever space he had claimed for himself, playing the part of the helpless prisoner. The Alpha almost scoffed at the thought.

He had seen a glimpse of the truth beneath that act. The tension in Elias's body when faced with danger. The quiet calculation in his eyes when he thought no one was watching.

Turning from the window, he grabbed his cloak, fastening it over his shoulders. His mind was set. He would go to Elias himself.

Would Elias be sleeping? Would he flinch awake, eyes wide with fear? Or would he already be waiting, knowing that this moment was inevitable?

The Alpha left his quarters, his footsteps silent against the stone floor. The guards stationed outside his door straightened at his approach but knew better than to question where he was going.

He moved through the corridors like a shadow, past the dimly lit halls, down the winding staircases. The fortress was quiet, the kind of silence that stretched deep into the bones, where only the truly restless still roamed.

When he reached Elias's door, he didn't hesitate.

Then, without waiting for permission, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was dark, but he could make out Elias's small form on the bed, curled beneath a thin blanket. His breathing was even, steady—too steady.

The Alpha took a slow step forward, letting the door shut behind him.

A slow smirk curved his lips as he took another step closer. "You don't have to pretend with me."

But the Alpha could feel it now—that tension in the air. The quiet readiness of someone waiting to act.

He reached the edge of the bed, lowering himself slightly so he could see Elias's face more clearly. In the dim light, his expression was peaceful, eyes shut as if lost in deep sleep. But up close, the Alpha could see it—the way Elias's fingers twitched slightly against the blanket, the way his breathing, though controlled, was just a little too careful.

Then, deliberately, he reached out—his fingers grazing Elias's shoulder.

Elias moved—not like a helpless prisoner, not like an Omega fearing his Alpha—but like a fighter. A shadow of instinct passed through him before he caught himself, before he forced his body to still.

He straightened, his voice calm but edged with something unreadable.

"Not so fragile after all, are you?"

chapter 102: instinct