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 air was thick with heat—heady, suffocating, inescapable.

Elias's body felt unbearably tight, his skin burning, his breaths coming faster than he wanted. Every nerve was on fire, every sensation heightened to something nearly unbearable.

And the Alpha—damn him—was watching.

Elias hated that smirk, that knowing look in his eyes, that deep, steady breath as if he was completely in control while Elias was unraveling.

No, he refused to let the Alpha have that victory.

"Tch..." Elias let out a slow, deliberate breath, forcing himself to move, to act before instinct overpowered reason.

Elias's fingers curled into the fabric of the Alpha's collar, yanking him down hard—a deliberate move, one meant to throw him off balance.

If anything, his smirk deepened, his weight pressing against Elias in a way that sent a fresh shiver down his spine.

"Oh?" The Alpha's voice was low, smooth, dripping with amusement. "Finally decided to stop running, little one?"

And before the Alpha could counter—before he could seize control again—Elias struck.

The Alpha tensed, his breath hitching just slightly, his hands tightening around Elias's arms as if that had caught him off guard.

A thrill shot through Elias's veins.

For the first time since this game started—he had turned the tables.

"Haa..." The Alpha exhaled, his chest rising and falling heavily, his body going rigid for a fraction of a second before a low, dark chuckle rumbled from deep in his throat.

"Oh, Elias." His voice was different now—rough, edged with something dangerous, something wicked. "You really shouldn't have done that."

Elias barely had a second to react before the Alpha moved.

A gasp tore from Elias's throat as his back hit the sheets, the Alpha's weight settling against him before he could twist away.

Their breaths mingled—ragged, uneven, the tension thick enough to burn.

The Alpha's eyes gleamed, dark and ravenous.

"Two can play, little one," he murmured, his voice like velvet over steel, "but only one of us will win."

He wasn't sure if he wanted to win anymore.

chapter 151: winning