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.

Caidren had never been one to tolerate being ignored.

And yet, for the past few days, Elias had done just that—disappearing before Caidren entered a room, slipping away before a conversation could begin, always finding some excuse to remain out of reach.

Because now, all Caidren could think about was why.

Why Elias was avoiding him. Why, after everything—the stolen moments, the way Elias had melted beneath his touch, the way he had clung to Caidren as if he wanted to be claimed—he had suddenly pulled away.

A problem Caidren intended to fix.

So when he finally caught sight of Elias alone in the dim corridor leading toward the east wing, he moved without hesitation.

The Omega barely had time to react before Caidren's hand shot out, catching his wrist and pulling him back into the nearest alcove. The movement was smooth, practiced—trapping Elias between the stone wall and the hard press of Caidren's body.

For the first time in days, they were close. Too close.

Elias tensed, eyes flashing in the low torchlight. "My Lord—"

"Don't," Caidren murmured, his voice a low warning. "Don't call me that like we're strangers."

Elias swallowed, his jaw tightening. But he didn't try to push Caidren away. He didn't struggle.

Because Caidren could feel the heat of him. Could feel the steady rise and fall of Elias's breath against his chest.

And yet, Elias was still pretending. Still acting as though nothing had changed.

Caidren leaned in, close enough that their breaths mingled. "You've been avoiding me."

Elias turned his head slightly, gaze fixed on the stone wall. "I've been… busy."

A sharp inhale. Caidren felt it more than he heard it.

Elias exhaled slowly, schooling his expression. "It was a mistake," he finally said, voice quiet but firm.

Caidren's grip on Elias's wrist tightened—just enough to make him feel it. "A mistake?"

Silence stretched between them, thick and charged.

Caidren studied him, searching for the lie. Because it was a lie. He could see it in the way Elias's pulse jumped at his throat, in the way his breath hitched just slightly at Caidren's nearness.

The pull between them. The weight of something neither of them had named yet.

Caidren tilted his head, his lips brushing the shell of Elias's ear. "Tell me, Elias… if it was a mistake, why haven't you stopped thinking about it?"

Caidren hummed, a slow, knowing sound.

And Elias wasn't even aware of how obvious they were anymore.

Caidren smirked. "You're not very good at pretending anymore."

Elias's breath stuttered. But this time, he had no excuse. No clever words.

Because they both knew the truth now.

His body was too honest when it comes to the alpher, his self control fails him

Whenever he remembers what happened that night, he could control himself, his self control flies through the window, that night, he taught it was the drug and his heat, but days pass and whenever he sees the alpher, just wanted to redo it again

what is wrong with the alpher, why is he doing this to me, what if I can't control myself.

chapter 163 : what if I can't control myself