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.

Or at least, that's what he wanted to believe.

But his body—his traitorous body—was still humming from the Alpha's touch, from the weight of his words, from the way those sharp, knowing eyes held him captive.

Elias straightened, pushing aside the sensation still tingling along his wrist. "If you're finished playing games, I'll be leaving."

The Alpha tilted his head slightly, as if considering him, as if enjoying this.

The Alpha wasn't someone who let things go. Not when he was curious. Not when he was hunting.

And yet, he leaned back in his chair, giving every appearance of someone entirely at ease, entirely unbothered.

Like he already knew something Elias didn't.

Hated how the air in the room felt thick with something unspoken, something dangerous, something he refused to name.

He wouldn't let the Alpha pull him into whatever game he was playing.

So without another word, he stood and turned toward the door.

Because just as Elias reached the threshold, the Alpha's voice cut through the silence, smooth and deep and far too amused.

For a fraction of a second, his body betrayed him again—reacting to those words, to the way they curled around his name, to the meaning buried just beneath them.

Heat flared in his chest, spreading lower, making his breath catch before he could stop it.

Didn't let the Alpha see how much those words had gotten to him.

Instead, he forced his steps forward, out the door, down the hall—each one measured, each one steady, each one meant to put as much space between him and that man as possible.

Even as he reached his own room and shut the door behind him—

The Alpha's voice still lingered in his mind.

Still wrapped around him like an unshakable grip.

Still felt like an invisible hand skimming over his skin.

A deliberate attempt to see how far Elias would bend before he broke.

Elias exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if that could somehow rid him of the sensation.

Then, with practiced ease, he moved to undress, slipping beneath the sheets, determined to force himself into sleep.

He wouldn't think about the Alpha.

But as soon as his eyes closed, heat pooled in his stomach, and that voice echoed in his ears.

And deep in the night, as he tossed beneath the sheets, as his body betrayed him in ways it never had before—

He realized, with cold, humiliating certainty—

That was an order he couldn't follow.

chapter 119: moving