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 ran a hand over his face, his breath still uneven. The weight of the dream clung to him, wrapping around his thoughts like a vice, refusing to let go.

His body shouldn't have reacted like that. It had never happened before. Not once.

But tonight, with the Alpha's voice still whispering in his mind, with the phantom touch of something that had never actually happened—

He swallowed hard, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead as if he could will the memory away.

A trick of exhaustion, nothing more.

And yet, when he shifted slightly, the evidence of his betrayal was still there, hot and undeniable beneath the sheets.

A fresh wave of panic surged through him.

What if someone had walked in? What if the Alpha—No.

Elias shook his head violently. That was exactly the kind of reckless thinking that would get him caught, that would unravel everything he had worked so hard to protect.

Pushing himself out of bed, he paced the small space of his room, bare feet ghosting over the cold floor. He wanted to tear at his own skin, to scrape off whatever remnants of that dream still lingered on him.

But worse than the physical reaction was the why.

Elias had spent years training himself to be indifferent to touch, to charm without attachment, to manipulate without ever feeling.

But tonight, his body had reacted instinctively, without his permission, without his control.

His fingers curled into fists at his sides.

He would forget it. He would push it so far into the depths of his mind that it would cease to exist.

And if the Alpha ever looked at him in a way that suggested he knew—

Elias would make sure he never spoke of it again.

Even if he had to ensure it with his own hands.

With a deep breath, he forced himself to sit back on the bed, his jaw clenched.

And when it did, he would pretend none of this had ever happened.

chapter 108: feeling nice is the problem