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 assassin's ragged laughter sent a chill slithering down Elias's spine.

"You think… he doesn't know?" the man wheezed, his bloodied lips curling into a smirk. "You think you're—"

Elias slammed his knee into the man's ribs, cutting off whatever taunt was about to follow. "Who sent you?" he demanded, his voice low and sharp.

But before the assassin could answer, before Elias could press further, a firm grip closed around his wrist.

"Enough," the Alpha said, his tone calm, but edged with something darker.

Elias stiffened, heat curling where Caidren's fingers touched his skin. His instincts screamed to shake him off, to keep pressing, keep forcing answers.

But something in the way Caidren looked at him made him stop.

Elias released the assassin's tunic, standing, muscles still coiled with tension. "So you are involved?"

Caidren exhaled through his nose, his jaw tight. Then—he turned to face Elias fully, something cold and unreadable behind his eyes.

The single word was sharp, precise.

"I don't know who sent him," Caidren said, his voice steady. "And I don't know who has been killing the Omegas." He tilted his head slightly, watching Elias carefully. "But I do know this—whoever is responsible wants you to believe it's me."

The pattern. The way the killings had happened in secret, right under Caidren's command. The way Elias had been targeted just as he'd started to get closer to the Alpha.

Someone wanted him to doubt Caidren.

To believe that Caidren had been orchestrating this from the start.

He looked down at the assassin, still wheezing, still smirking despite his failing strength.

"Who?" Elias demanded, his voice lower now.

The assassin coughed, his head rolling weakly against the stone.

"You'll find out soon enough," he rasped.

His hand shot out—quick, instinctive—but this time, Caidren caught his wrist before he could strike.

Elias's breath was uneven, his pulse roaring in his ears.

Caidren didn't look away from him. Didn't smirk. Didn't taunt.

Just said, low and steady—"Don't let them win."

Elias's fingers curled into a fist.

Slowly, slowly, he let his hand drop.

The assassin coughed again, weaker this time.

Caidren turned his attention back to the man at their feet, his expression unreadable.

"But I will find out who sent you," Caidren murmured, his voice quiet and cold. "And when I do…"

Because for the first time, standing here, facing this man he had feared, hated, wanted—

And whoever had orchestrated this—whoever had been pulling the strings in the dark—

They had just made a very, very dangerous mistake.

chapter 167: no ..not me