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 room was quiet. Too quiet. But Elias could still feel him.

Even though the Alpha had left, his presence clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The lingering heat of his touch burned like an afterimage against Elias's skin, a ghost of something unwanted.

Elias swallowed, his body still thrumming from the encounter. He had been too still—too aware of every movement, every word spoken in that deep, teasing voice.

The Alpha had leaned in close. Had touched him. Not harshly, not in warning, but something worse.

His fingers had ghosted over Elias's wrist, barely there, yet enough. Enough to make Elias feel the warmth of his skin, the weight of his presence pressing in around him.

Not much. Just the smallest shift. The tiniest flicker of breath catching in his throat.

Elias shuddered at the memory of it. The way the Alpha's voice had dipped, low and knowing, as if testing him—as if daring him to break.

"Are you still sleeping, little one?"

The way the words had curled against his skin, heavy with something dark and unreadable.

Elias exhaled sharply, forcing himself to roll onto his side, dragging the blanket up over his shoulders as if that could block out the heat still coiling low in his stomach.

Just another game. Another tactic to unsettle him.

His pulse was still unsteady. His skin still tingled where the Alpha had touched him, where his breath had skimmed too close.

And in the silence of the room, with no one left to watch, no one left to judge—

Elias clenched the blanket between his fingers.

He hated that his body had noticed.

Hated that, for even a second, it had wanted.

chapter 105: reaction