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.

Like the Alpha hadn't just shaken him to his core with a few whispered words.

He dressed carefully, methodically, each layer of fabric a barrier—armor against the man who was unraveling him without ever lifting a weapon.

When he stepped out of his room, the soldiers barely glanced his way. Good. He didn't need their eyes on him. Didn't need anyone seeing what the Alpha already had—that his mask was cracking.

He walked with purpose, ignoring the way his skin still felt too warm, the way his thoughts still echoed with the Alpha's voice. He needed to focus.

The night of the attack still lingered in his mind, the whispers of soldiers still gnawed at him.

"It's that time of the month again…"

The words had haunted him ever since.

Omegas had died before him. Killed. Erased.

Elias frowned as he turned a corner, slipping into the shadows near the barracks. He needed answers. And there was only one way to get them.

He sat at the head of the war table, but his mind was elsewhere.

Should've made him snap back to focus, to strategy, to war.

Instead, his thoughts circled one person.

The way he had looked at him this morning, face smooth but eyes too sharp.

Still trying to deny what they both knew.

The Alpha exhaled, fingers tapping against the wooden surface as the generals droned on. His patience was a thin thread, stretching with every moment Elias refused to break.

Because Elias wasn't just breaking.

When the last bit of resistance snapped—

The Alpha would be there to catch him.

chapter 133: patience