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.

Elias's pulse pounded in his ears.

The Alpha was too close—his presence heavy, overwhelming, suffocating in a way that made Elias's breath catch. Every shift, every brush of fabric against skin, every sharp inhale between them sent a new wave of heat rolling through his veins.

Not when this was exactly what the Alpha wanted.

Elias clenched his jaw, forcing his body to stay still even as the tension coiled tighter, even as his skin burned where the Alpha's weight pinned him.

A smirk curled at his lips, slow and knowing, his golden eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

"Ah, Elias," he murmured, tilting his head, his fingers trailing down Elias's arm with deliberate slowness. "You're trying so hard to resist."

"Shut up," Elias bit out, his breath unsteady, his body betraying him despite his resolve.

"Why should I?" he mused, his fingers ghosting over Elias's wrist, his grip firm—possessive. "You're the one who pulled me closer, little one."

Hated that he had made the first move.

Hated that his body was still reacting, still trembling with the heat surging through him.

Elias sucked in a sharp breath, trying to push down the hunger clawing at his insides, the need pressing against his ribs.

Elias stiffened as the Alpha suddenly moved—his breath warm against Elias's throat, his weight shifting just enough to send another shock of sensation through his body.

"Look at you," the Alpha murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So eager and yet still fighting."

Elias hated how his body reacted to those words.

Hated the way his skin burned under the Alpha's touch.

"Let go, Elias," the Alpha whispered, his lips grazing the shell of his ear, his voice laced with something dark and irresistible. "Just once."

For a second—just a second—he almost did.

With every ounce of willpower he had left, Elias clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into the sheets.

"Oh, Elias," he murmured, his voice like silk and steel. "Then I suppose I'll just have to make you."

chapter 152: I will make u