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 moved through the dim corridors, his steps unhurried, deliberate. The fortress was silent at this hour, the soldiers stationed at their posts oblivious to his movements. Not that they would dare to question him.

His fingers grazed the cool stone walls as he walked. He could already sense it—the tension in the air, the faintest trace of something wrong hanging just beyond that door.

The Alpha reached for the handle, pausing for just a breath.

The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight creeping through the window. The air was thick, stifling, laced with something that made his instincts flare.

Curled against the bed, his back pressed to the wall, his breathing uneven—

His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead. His fingers trembled against the sheets, his entire body wound tight, locked in a losing battle against itself.

The scent of the drug was faint but undeniable.

A slow smirk tugged at the Alpha's lips.

They wanted Elias to fall. To be consumed. To be broken.

He would fight until the very end, no matter how much it hurt.

That was what made him so much fun to ruin.

The Alpha stepped forward, his shadow falling over Elias's trembling form.

The Omega flinched, barely registering the movement, his breath hitching but his teeth clenched tight—still refusing to give in.

A flicker of amusement danced in the Alpha's gaze.

He crouched, bringing himself level with Elias's burning stare.

"Little one," he murmured, voice dark, rich, dripping with something Elias didn't want to name. "You should have been more careful."

Elias's fingers twitched, his body screaming at him to react—to move, to push back, to do anything—

Not when the Alpha was right there, his presence a weight pressing down, trapping him, unraveling him.

A gloved hand reached out—slow, unhurried.

Elias barely swallowed down the shudder that followed.

The Alpha leaned in just enough that their breaths mingled, his voice nothing more than a whisper against Elias's ear.

His fingers traced just below Elias's chin, barely a touch, yet enough to make the Omega stiffen.

"Does it still feel like just a dream?"

chapter 142: interesting as always