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 sat in the dimly lit room, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. His body still burned. His hands still tingled with the memory of soft, warm skin beneath them.

He ran a palm over his face, frustration curling in his gut.

He could still see it so clearly—the way Elias had been curled up beneath the sheets, his body loose in true, unguarded sleep. He had looked small like that. Fragile.

His usual sharpness, that careful pretense of helplessness, had vanished in sleep's embrace.

And that had undone something inside the Alpha.

The moment he stepped closer, something had shifted in the air. He had felt it—the pull, the quiet hum of something he couldn't name.

Elias had been warm beneath the sheets. Too warm. His body rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, his lips slightly parted, the faintest hint of pink coloring them.

But the real mistake had been touching him.

His fingers had ghosted over the Omega's arm first, light enough to feel but not wake.

When there was no reaction, he had dared more—tracing over the curve of Elias's waist, pressing into the soft skin just above his hip.

Not awake, not fully aware. Just enough for a small, breathy sound to slip from his lips.

That sound—that moan—had been soft, unguarded. Pure instinct.

His grip on Elias had tightened, testing.

The Omega had breathed in sharply, shifting slightly, and then—

This time, deeper. A sound that sent heat rushing through the Alpha's body like wildfire.

He had clenched his jaw, his control hanging by a frayed thread.

Did he even realize what his body was doing?

The Alpha had leaned in, his breath hot against the Omega's skin, his fingers pressing into his waist, drinking in the warmth, the softness.

Elias sighed again, shifting, his lips parting just slightly.

This one had nearly driven the Alpha to madness.

He had wanted to push further. To test just how many sounds he could pull from those lips before the Omega finally woke.

But that was the danger, wasn't it?

Because the moment Elias did wake, there would be no hiding the truth.

And it wasn't just that he was hard, painfully so—it was that his entire body had become attuned to the Omega's. Every breath, every shift, every unconscious sound—he had felt all of it, deep in his bones.

He had never wanted like this before. Never been consumed by something so raw.

And that was why he had forced himself back.

Why he had ripped his hands away, turned sharply on his heel, and left—just as Elias's lashes fluttered, just as his body shifted in that way that told him he was on the verge of waking.

Now, alone in his own chambers, his breathing was still ragged, his body still tense with unspent heat.

His fingers curled into fists, nails biting into his palms.

And if he ever moaned like that again—if he ever breathed like that so close to him—

The Alpha wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself next time.

How's this, Hun? I deepened the tension and made it even sexier while keeping that dangerous pull between them. Let me know if you want me to tweak or add anything!

chapter 109: DERM