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.

Elias didn't know when exhaustion finally pulled him under, but when it did, it came heavy, dragging him into restless sleep.

At first, there was nothing but silence, a deep abyss where thought and sensation didn't exist. But then—warmth. A heat curling around him, slow and insidious, wrapping around his body like an embrace.

The scent of steel and something darker—something familiar.

A voice, deep and steady, whispering his name.

He felt hands on his skin, firm yet teasing, tracing over the sharp lines of his body. A touch that burned, that knew him, that coaxed a response from deep within his core. The Alpha's voice was close, too close, threading through his senses like a dangerous melody.

"You can lie to yourself, but your body already knows the truth."

Elias gasped, caught between resistance and surrender, the warmth consuming him, dragging him under—

His breath came in ragged pants, his heart pounding like a war drum against his ribs. The room was dark, the candle he'd left burning now reduced to a smoldering wick.

But the heat—it was still there.

It coiled low in his stomach, a foreign ache spreading through his limbs, and then he felt it.

He threw the blankets off him as if they had burned him, sitting up so fast his vision swam. His body shouldn't be reacting like this. Not to him. Not to the Alpha.

A horrified noise caught in his throat.

He scrambled out of bed, bare feet meeting the cold floor, but it wasn't enough to chase away the warmth still clinging to his skin.

Not once in all the years he had spent training his mind and body, controlling every emotion, every reaction.

And now, because of him—because of one damn dream—his body had betrayed him in a way that left him utterly shaken.

He began pacing, fingers twitching at his sides, mind racing for a solution.

Or maybe a knife to the throat to snap himself out of whatever spell the Alpha had unknowingly cast on him.

But even as he fought to suppress it, the sensation of that phantom touch still lingered on his skin.

A sharp growl of frustration escaped his lips as he ran a hand over his face.

This was a mistake. A slip. A trick of the mind.

And if the Alpha ever looked at him that way again, ever so much as hinted at knowing what had happened tonight—

Elias would make sure neither of them spoke of it again.

Even if it meant silencing him with a blade.

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