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 breath rattled in his chest, each exhale weaker than the last. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, his body trembling from his wounds. He wouldn't last much longer.

Elias stared down at him, heart still hammering, mind racing.

Someone wanted him to believe Caidren was behind the killings. Someone had arranged this attack, made sure Elias would be the one to face it.

Elias clenched his jaw. His instincts screamed to demand more, to make the dying man give him a name, a reason—

But he already knew the assassin wouldn't talk.

Even now, half-dead on the cold stone floor, the man still smirked, still looked at Elias with something close to amusement.

Caidren must have seen the storm in Elias's expression because he finally let go of his wrist, shifting forward instead.

Then, without hesitation—he crouched.

Elias stiffened as the Alpha leaned in close, his presence heavy, suffocating.

Caidren didn't speak for a long moment. Just studied the man, his expression unreadable.

"You were never supposed to succeed, were you?"

"This wasn't an assassination," Caidren murmured, his voice smooth, cold. "It was a message."

The assassin's lips parted, but no sound came. The fight in him was fading fast now, his body slumping further, his breath growing ragged.

His golden eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight.

"They wanted you dead," he said, his voice quieter now. "But more than that…" He tilted his head slightly, glancing at Elias.

"They wanted me to find you like this."

They wanted Caidren to believe Elias was dangerous. That he was something to be put down.

The realization left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Caidren let out a slow breath, as if considering something.

The assassin let out a weak, choked laugh. "You're too late," he rasped. "It's already begun."

With one smooth movement, he plunged the dagger into the assassin's throat.

tbut before the dagger could meet the assassin, he despaired into tin air

Elias inhaled sharply, his own pulse thrumming against his ribs.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Elias could feel the weight of Caidren's gaze on him, assessing, measuring.

But there was no accusation in his eyes. No suspicion.

The weight of it pressed against Elias's ribs, making it hard to breathe.

"You should be dead," he murmured, not as a threat, but as a fact.

Caidren studied him a moment longer.

A shiver ran through Elias's spine.

Caidren was closer now, the heat of him brushing against Elias's skin, his scent thick in the air.

"You're a mystery, Elias." The Alpha's voice was a low murmur. "And I hate mysteries."

Then, just as carefully—he smiled.

"Then stop chasing them," he said.

The air between them felt thick. Dangerous.

Whoever had done this—whoever had tried to turn them against each other—

chapter 168: they failed