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 alpher went out to get some fresh air to cool off his pant up desires because only God knows what he was going to do if he stayed in that room for one more second

After cooling off, we went back to the room but what he met was shocking, the cent was intoxicated ,Thick. Addictive. Unfiltered.

It clung to the air, wrapping around him, sinking into his skin, into his bones.

The Omega's scent was already alluring—but this?

Every muscle in his body tensed, his breath came sharp, his pupils dilated.

He had left only moments ago, but something had shifted in that short span of time.

Low. Sweet. Dripping with something Elias had never dared show before.

The Alpha's gaze snapped to the bed.

His flushed skin glowed under the dim light, his robes hanging loosely off one shoulder, baring the sharp lines of his collarbone, the smooth expanse of his neck.

The Omega's usual caution was gone.

Whatever fragile control Elias had was completely shattered.

His lips parted, and the Alpha watched the way his tongue flicked out, wetting them, slow and intentional.

The heat had taken him completely.

Elias pushed himself up, his movements languid, almost lazy.

"You wanted to leave, didn't you?" The Omega's voice was soft, taunting. Daring.

He knew this wasn't the usual Elias.

But damn it all, it was a side of him the Alpha had never seen.

A side that wasn't calculating, wasn't reserved—

Elias tilted his head, watching him through thick lashes, before he moved.

The Alpha had no time to react before a warm body crashed against his.

Elias climbed onto him, legs bracketing his waist, hands gripping his shoulders.

The Alpha's muscles locked, his arms instinctively coming up to steady him.

He leaned in, close enough for his lips to brush against the Alpha's ear as he whispered—

The Alpha's hands dug into Elias's waist, fingers trembling.

He was usually the one who played games.

"Elias." His voice came out lower than intended, rough, strained. A warning. A plea.

A growl tore from his throat, his grip tightening.

"More," Elias whispered, pressing closer. "Touch me more."

His fingers curled into the Alpha's collar, yanking him forward, pressing their bodies flush against each other.

Elias's lips brushed against his jaw, a teasing ghost of a touch, sending sparks down the Alpha's spine.

"You wanted to leave," Elias murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "Go, then."

Not now. Not when Elias was like this.

The Omega laughed softly, like he knew—like he had already won.

chapter 147: let him