Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 101: Betrayal

Chapter 101: Betrayal

It feels like I’m walking through a fog, everything around me blurring, spinning. My body betrays me with every shaky step I take. I tighten my grip on my cane, the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the floor in this damnable state.

My body’s on fire—pulsing, throbbing. There’s no way I’m in rut. Not now. Not like this.

Just this morning, I was fine. Completely fine. This... this is wrong. My mind is racing, piecing together what might have happened. The tea—the only thing I’ve had since breakfast. The only difference between now and earlier was my meeting with the king and Count Raymond.

I stagger forward as a sudden clarity cuts through the haze. So, they’re really that desperate? Desperate enough to pull this kind of shit on me? A low, bitter laugh escapes my lips, but it dies the second I open the door to the room I was sent to.

The scent of heat hits me like a freight train, overwhelming my senses. My head clears, but for all the wrong reasons.

What the fuck?

My eyes lock on Rolland and Oliver inside, the prince already stripping down. My stomach churns with revulsion. This isn’t happening.

I turn, reaching for the door I’d just entered. The handle rattles, but it won’t budge. Rage boils in my chest, bubbling up through the haze, through the fog. I pound on the door, my voice a low snarl as I shout, "Open this door! Now!"

There’s no answer.

My pulse is roaring in my ears, and I’m losing control fast. "I said open this damn door!" My fists hit the wood with enough force to rattle it in the frame. No response. No sound. Nothing but the rush of my own blood and the heady scent of heat filling the room.

I kick the door. Again. Again. Nothing.

I whirl back around, fury surging through me. I feel like I’m going to snap.

My eyes land on Rolland, who’s practically drooling over himself, long gone to his basest instincts. He’s unbuttoning his shirt, and I swear I feel bile rising in my throat. My chest heaves with disgust.

"What the fuck is this?" I growl, my voice a barely restrained threat.

Oliver’s eyes are filled with tears, and he whispers, "I... didn’t... know..."

I don’t care.

I glare at them both, my entire body trembling with the effort of holding back the urge to rip them to shreds. My hands shake, fingers flexing involuntarily, as I fight against my own body and the way it wants to react to the omega heat filling the room.

I can’t think straight, but the anger keeps me grounded—barely.

"Do you think I’m some plaything for the court to toy with?" I growl, eyes narrowing. I take a step forward, glaring daggers into Rolland, who’s so far gone that my words bounce right off him. The heat radiates off him in waves, and I force myself not to recoil.

Disgust churns in my gut, crawling under my skin. I feel sick—violated—every fiber of my being rejecting this situation. And yet... my body still reacts. Damn this primal pull. Damn them for putting me in this position.

My vision blurs at the edges, and I feel myself slipping again, the rut threatening to take control.

I need to get out. Now.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady the chaos inside me, but all I can think about is how I’m going to destroy the people who did this. How I’ll make them pay for daring to think they could trap me like this.

At that moment, Rolland tries to get closer to me. I don’t think, I act. My hand shoots out, grabbing him by the neck, and I slam him hard against the wall. His eyes widen with shock, but I don’t care. My own skin crawls at his attempt to touch me.

"Don’t you dare," I growl, my voice filled with raw warning, my chest heaving. I drop him, watching with disgust as he crumples to the floor. The sight of him there, so close, makes my blood boil, and I see red.

Nearby, a vase catches my eye. My telekinesis instinctively reaches for it. It wobbles in the air, unsteady like my mind, teetering on the edge of madness. It crashes to the floor at my feet, shards scattering like my thoughts, sharp and jagged. I pick up a piece, the cool ceramic digging into my fingers, blood welling up around the edges. The pain grounds me, gives me the focus I desperately need.

Rolland starts crawling toward me again, and everything in me screams to end this, to stop him from ever getting closer. Lucky for him, even in my haze, I remember who he is—royalty. Instead of crushing him, I kick him away with enough force to send him sprawling back.

But it’s not over. Not yet.

Oliver, across the room, is stripping now, his movements deliberate and slow, as if undressing before me will somehow make this easier for me to submit. My body, cursed as it is, reacts without my consent, everything inside of me working against the promise I swore to keep. My bond with Noelle, my love for him—it’s slipping through my grasp, tangled up in the pheromones filling the air, suffocating me.

Oliver reaches out, his fingers grazing my arm, and I jerk away. Every fiber of my being rejects the thought of betraying Noelle, no matter how overwhelming this haze is. My body might be fighting against me, but my heart, my soul—they belong to Noelle and only him.

"I’d rather die than let you touch me," I spit out, backing away, blood still dripping from my hand, mingling with the sweat on my skin. I don’t care about anything else.

I stand still, glaring at the door in front of me, my heart pounding in my chest as my thoughts run wild. It’s like my mind is betraying me, pushing me to the edge of reason. I can feel the chaos brewing inside me, threatening to take over, and I need something—anything—to bring me back.

Without thinking, I grab a broken piece of wood nearby. The jagged edge bites into my hand, and I don’t hesitate. I drive it hard into my left thigh, the sharp pain exploding through my body, nearly making me scream. The agony rips through the fog clouding my thoughts, clearing my mind in a rush of brutal clarity.

I grit my teeth, blood dripping down my leg, my breathing heavy, but at least I can think again. Anger bubbles up within me, mixing with the pain. The door in front of me creaks, groaning under pressure, and with one burst of fury, it flies off its hinges with an ear-splitting crack. It shatters outside, sending shards of wood scattering.

I limp forward, my leg screaming in pain, but I don’t care. I leave the two Omegas in heat behind me, without a second glance. Their desperate cries, their scent thick in the air—none of it matters to me anymore. I don’t give a damn. Not right now.

I step outside and immediately spot the guards. There’s more than one, their eyes wide in surprise at the door that just slammed into the wall outside. Without even thinking, I reach out with my mind, pulling the shattered pieces of wood from the ground. The sharp splinters rise up, hovering dangerously close to the guards’ throats, their sharp points grazing the skin.

"I swear to Elaris," I growl, my voice low, dripping with

venom. "I’m furious right now. Let me pass, or you’ll lose your lives."