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.

Life within the stronghold resumed its usual rhythm, the days marked by the steady routine of warriors training, advisors whispering in darkened halls, and the ever-present scent of war lingering in the air. It was as if nothing had changed.

And yet, for Caidren, everything had.

He had expected the fire between them to fade, for his mind to return to the sharp precision of battle strategies and conquests. But instead, Elias haunted him. Not in defiance or in rebellion—no, the Omega had chosen a different form of resistance.

Whenever Caidren entered a room, Elias would find a reason to leave. If their paths crossed in the corridors, the Omega would turn on his heel, retreating before their eyes could meet. He was not disrespectful, nor outwardly hostile, but the message was clear.

Worse still, his thoughts betrayed him in the quiet hours of the night. No matter how much he pushed Elias from his mind, the memories crept back—the feel of the Omega's body beneath him, the sharp intake of breath, the heat that had burned between them in a moment neither of them had been ready for.

Caidren had expected shame. He had expected disgust.

But he had found something else entirely.

His hands clenched into fists as he stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching his warriors spar, but seeing only flashes of pale skin and stormy eyes. The need to command, to dominate, to have Elias beneath him again pulsed through his veins like a battle cry he could not silence.

And yet, Elias denied him at every turn.

Caidren had faced countless enemies, had torn down empires with nothing but his will and his blade. But this? This slow, insidious rejection gnawed at him in ways he could not understand.

The Omega was slipping through his fingers, and for the first time in his life, Caidren Thorne had no idea how to stop it.

Elias refused to acknowledge the weight of the Alpha's gaze.

It followed him everywhere—across the courtyard, through the halls, even in the quiet solitude of his chambers. It was not possessive, not overtly demanding, but it burned all the same. A constant, simmering presence that threatened to unravel the fragile distance he had built between them.

So, he did the only thing he could. He avoided him.

It was easier that way. If he didn't meet Caidren's eyes, if he didn't let himself remember the heat of his touch, then maybe—just maybe—he could pretend it had never happened.

But the Alpha did not make it easy.

He was everywhere. A shadow at the edges of Elias's world, a force too great to ignore. And though Elias refused to look, he could feel it—the frustration thrumming beneath Caidren's controlled exterior, the way his presence lingered longer than it should.

One evening, as Elias turned a corner, he nearly collided with him. A sharp inhale caught in his throat, and for the first time in days, he had no escape.

Caidren stood before him, tall and imposing, his eyes dark with something Elias didn't want to name. They stared at each other, the air between them thick, electric.

The Alpha tilted his head. "Running from me?"

Elias forced his voice to remain steady. "I have no reason to."

A slow smirk curved Caidren's lips, though there was no humor in it. "Then why do you keep leaving?"

Elias lifted his chin. "Perhaps I simply don't enjoy your company."

Silence. Then, a low, knowing chuckle. "Liar."

Elias clenched his jaw, every muscle in his body screaming at him to turn, to flee. But he held his ground, even as Caidren took a step closer.

"I'll stop, you know," the Alpha murmured, voice dangerously soft. "I'll stop chasing. But tell me—when I do, will you miss it?"

chapter 161: will u miss it