Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 107: New beginning

Chapter 107: New beginning

I stand leaning against my cane, the familiar pain in my left leg now reduced to a dull ache, something I can tolerate after years of endurance. Each step down the stairs sends a reminder of my past injuries, but the ache no longer consumes me. Today, Count Raymond, my former master, has requested an audience. I had expected Noelle to join me, but he refused, muttering something about not trusting his reaction. I was irritated at first, but the more I think about it, the more the a low chuckle escapes my lips.

The palace is on lockdown, supposedly to improve security, though I know better. It’s all about damage control—containment. They don’t want word of the events in the west wing getting out, and the tension around the place is palpable. I make my way into the drawing room, where Count Raymond and his son, Oliver, are already waiting. Their faces hold a mixture of tension and expectation, and whatever respect or warmth I once had for the man across from me has long since withered away.

"This is a surprise," I say, my voice cold and even as I enter. The count and his son both rise to acknowledge me, their movements stiff, unsure. I take my seat first, forcing them to follow, a subtle reminder of who holds the power in this room now.

I settle back, leaning heavily on my cane as I meet their gazes without flinching. Count Raymond clears his throat, his lips moving as though he’s about to say something, but I cut him off before he can get too comfortable.

"Thorne," he begins.

"It’s General to you now," I say sharply, not bothering to mask the bite in my voice.

He visibly flinches, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone, and I watch the momentary flicker of discomfort pass over his face. Good. Let him feel it.

"When you did that," I continue, my eyes locking on his with an unwavering intensity, "you severed any relationship we once had."

Silence hangs thick in the air, the weight of my words settling in, and I can see the regret flash in his eyes. But regret won’t fix what’s been broken.

."Thorne," Oliver starts, his voice calm yet cautious, "he was just thinking of me. Don’t blame him too much."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, a gesture I’ve grown too familiar with these days. My patience, already thin, teeters on the edge.

"Regardless of his intentions," I say, my voice low and controlled, though the anger simmers just beneath the surface, "had I not dragged myself out there, I might have done something I’d regret for the rest of my life." I let the weight of my words sink in. "You nearly ruined my marriage. That’s not something I can forgive lightly."

I lean back into the chair, turning my gaze away, trying to regain some composure. The mere thought of what could’ve happened makes my stomach churn. Noelle means everything to me, and this fool almost shattered it.

Count Raymond sighs, drawing my attention. He looks... awful. His face is etched with stress, like he’s aged a hundred years in a matter of hours. A part of me thought he’d look more relaxed after what should’ve been the best night of his life with that ancient alpha he’d hooked up with. Seventy years old and wrinkly. I suppress a laugh, keeping my expression stern.

Even I haven’t knotted my beloved star yet, and here’s Raymond, having the night of his life. I almost let out a laugh, but instead, I cover it with a cough. The thought of him going through that leaves me torn between amusement and pity. I scowl, forcing myself to focus. This isn’t the time for jokes, even if the whole situation is ridiculous.

Raymond, on the other hand, looks like he’s been through some trauma. Either that or he’s discovered a new kink. The corners of my mouth twitch, and I cough again to stifle the laugh bubbling up inside me. I can’t let them see how absurd I find all of this. No, I need to keep this professional.

"Anyway," I clear my throat, trying to regain control of the conversation, "why are you here, Raymond?"

The count hesitates, his usual confidence wavering. "I know it’s not my place, but..." He glances at Oliver, his expression serious. "Victor."

My brow arches, curiosity piqued. "Victor?" I ask, my eyes narrowing. Something in Oliver’s posture shifts—a subtle stiffening, almost imperceptible, but enough for me to notice.

"Yes," Raymond continues, now visibly more nervous. "I’m asking you to release him... so he can inherit the Raymond county."

My mind churns for a moment, trying to piece it together. Why would Victor—? I glance at Oliver, and it suddenly clicks into place. Oh. Oh.

A slow grin tugs at the corners of my lips. Noelle called this. I owe him a few gold coins now. I didn’t think this situation would unfold like this. Not in a million years.

"You want me to let Victor go so he can... inherit?" I can barely keep the amusement out of my voice.

I clear my throat, settling my gaze on them.

"That’s a conversation you should have with him," I say firmly, referring to Victor. "As much as I may be his superior, I don’t own his life. I’ll support whatever decision he chooses to make." My words feel heavier than they should, but I’m just relieved that the Count’s grand scheme of securing a son-in-law hasn’t ensnared me. Better you than me Victor.

"Understood," the count says and turns to leave, his exit allowing me a moment of peace. Or so I thought—until I realize I’m now alone with Oliver.

He watches me for a second, the silence between us thickening. His voice breaks it. "How’s your leg?"

"Not as bad as it should be," I reply, a small smile creeping up on my face. "Thanks to my beloved star spending hours on it, really." Just thinking of Noelle brings warmth to my chest, softening the weight that’s been resting there since the war ended.

"You’re in love with him," Oliver says, his voice flat but not surprised.

"Yeah, I am." My smile deepens, and I know there’s no hiding it. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to conceal just how much Noelle means to me. He’s everything.

Oliver hesitates, and I sense something brewing in his expression before he speaks again. "I... I was... I love—loved you..." His words falter, but I can’t let him finish that thought.

"It was never going to happen, Oliver," I interrupt him, my tone final but not unkind. "Even if Noelle weren’t in my life, I never would’ve been with you."

He flinches, just a little, but it has to be said. My indifference, no matter how loud I thought it spoke before, apparently wasn’t enough to get through to him.

"I guess I have to let go, then," Oliver says after a pause, his voice tinged with resignation. "I’m starting a new Chapter."

I exhale softly, knowing what I’m about to say will sting but hoping it helps him move forward. "Look, Oliver, in respect for all the time we spent together, let me be honest. No one could ever be more suitable for me than Noelle. He’s the one person, the one thing I have in this world. No one will ever know me or love me the way he does."

I stop to gather my thoughts, my heart swelling as I think of Noelle and all that he’s brought into my life. "I know that if I was sent to hell, he’d come with me. Noelle fell in love with me when I was nothing but a shell of a man—broken physically, mentally. I call him my star because that’s exactly what he is. He lit up my life when I had nothing left. His very existence is a star in my life, shining brighter than anything else."

For a moment, I’m lost in that warmth, in the knowledge of how deeply we love each other. Then Oliver’s voice snaps me out of it.

"Well, I don’t think I can compete with that," he says, his tone lighter than before, but I can see the understanding finally sinking in.

I smile at him, a genuine smile this time. "Welcome to the family. Victor may be an asshole, but he’s a good one. If he ever makes you cry, come to me." There’s a teasing note in my voice, one I hope softens the sharpness of our conversation.

Just then, Noelle’s head peeks into the room, his soft voice calling out, "Thorne..." That one word is all it takes. Without a second thought, I stand up immediately, as if drawn by an invisible string, and follow him.

It’s always like this—one call from him, and I’ll follow him anywhere.

**

I sit in the drawing room, trying to blink back tears, but it’s a losing battle. My vision blurs, and I feel the tears spill down my cheeks before I can stop them. I want to cry, just one last time, let it all out, and then... I don’t know. After what feels like an eternity, I wipe my face, trying to pull myself together.

"Well, I don’t know if I should be offended—you look like your world just ended," a voice drawls from the doorway. I glance up and find Victor standing there, his shirt half-buttoned and hair a mess, as usual. He’s leaning against the frame, smirking at me like none of this matters.

"It just might have," I shoot back, my voice thick with frustration. "I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Ouch," he says, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "Your highness, I didn’t exactly plan for this either, you know."

I sigh deeply, the weight of everything crashing down on me all over again. "I’m sorry," I mutter, leaning back against the plush chair. "It’s just... not the way I imagined my life turning out."

Victor raises an eyebrow and drops onto the seat next to me. "Well, now you’re being cordial? That’s a new one."

I roll my eyes, but there’s no bite behind it. "You did take away my first time as an omega. That’s... a pretty big deal, in case you forgot." My voice wavers slightly at the memory, but I press on, forcing the words out. "And you knotted me, Victor. There’s a chance I might be pregnant, so yes, I think we’re stuck together now. I might as well try to be civil, considering we have the rest of our lives ahead of us."

He rubs a hand through his mess of black hair, looking just as conflicted as I feel. His usual cocky demeanor seems to falter for a moment, but I don’t look at him.

The silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating. My heart stays quiet—no frantic, nervous flutter like it does when I’m with Thorne. There’s no excitement, no hope, just... emptiness. It breaks my heart a little.

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