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.

Fuck I can't loose control now right,Elias hated this.

Hated how easily Caidren unraveled him.

Hated that his body betrayed him before his mind could fight back.

He had thought it was just the heat. Just the drug that night. A fleeting mistake, something that could be forgotten once the haze had lifted.

And every time he saw Caidren—every time those sharp eyes lingered on him, every time that deep voice brushed against his skin like a promise—his control wavered.

Because he wasn't weak. Not anymore.

And yet, here he was, pinned against the cold stone wall, his pulse hammering traitorously beneath Caidren's fingers.

Elias clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus. "I told you, it was a mistake."

Caidren exhaled slowly, his breath warm against Elias's throat. "Then why are you shaking?"

He hadn't realized it. Hadn't noticed the faint tremor in his limbs, the way his body reacted despite everything.

And from the way his grip shifted, his fingers pressing more firmly against Elias's wrist, he was enjoying this. Enjoying the cracks forming in Elias's defense.

Elias forced his gaze up, meeting Caidren's eyes with something sharp, something defiant. "You think you know everything, don't you?"

Caidren tilted his head slightly, considering. Then, with infuriating ease, he murmured, "I know you want me to touch you again."

Elias sucked in a breath, heat rushing to his skin. His fingers twitched at his sides, nails biting into his palms.

He wouldn't give Caidren the satisfaction.

Wouldn't admit that the thought had haunted him—that his own body had betrayed him over and over, burning with a hunger he couldn't explain.

Caidren leaned in further, his lips a breath away from Elias's ear. "You think I don't notice how you look at me? How your pulse races when I get too close?"

Elias clenched his teeth, refusing to move.

But Caidren's next words sent a shiver down his spine.

"You can lie to yourself, Elias. But your body tells me everything."

He could deny it all he wanted, could pretend this was just another game, but his body had never learned how to lie.

It wasn't fair that Caidren could do this to him with just a few words, a few touches. Wasn't fair that every time he saw him, he wanted—

Elias straightened, forcing himself to push past the haze of heat clouding his mind. He wasn't going to give in.

Forcing his voice to steady, he said, "You're mistaken, my Lord."

A deliberate step backward. A controlled breath.

Caidren watched him for a long, unreadable moment. Then—slowly, deliberately—he let him go.

The warmth of his touch faded, replaced by the coolness of the air.

Elias swallowed against the tightness in his throat and turned to leave.

But just as he reached the corridor, Caidren spoke.

His voice was softer now. Dangerous in a different way.

"But let's see how long your lie lasts."

Because every time he saw him, every time he remembered that night—

And he didn't know how much longer he could keep pretending.

chapter 164: how much it can last