Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 116: Dreams

Chapter 116: Dreams

"No!" My beloved star screams at me, his voice laced with panic and desperation. I can feel his anger radiating off him, mirroring my own frustration at the situation.

"You can’t go, Thorne!" he insists, grabbing my collar, his beautiful green eyes wide and pleading. The grip he has on me tightens, and it breaks my heart to see him like this. I gently disentangle his arms from my collar, my own emotions swirling like a tempest.

"I don’t want to leave you either," I say softly, pulling him toward the bed. His resolve crumbles, and soon tears spill from his beautiful eyes. I gather him close, holding him tight as he cries, whispering soothing words into his hair, trying to ease the anguish I can’t fully erase.

Eventually, his sobs quiet into soft breaths, and I feel him relax against me as sleep takes him. I stay with him for a moment longer, cherishing the warmth of his body against mine, but I know I can’t linger. There are duties to attend to, and my heart aches knowing I’m about to leave him.

Carefully, I slip out of the room, making my way toward my office.

*

"Leona, find out more about the situation and determine whether Narcio and Bodin are truly planning something," I command, my voice steady and authoritative. She nods with a determined glint in her eyes and quickly exits the room, ready to gather the intelligence we desperately need.

I turn my attention to Victor, who stands rigid, his brow furrowed with worry. "Victor, I know you want to come with us to the battlefield, but you currently have a pregnant omega. You can’t," I state firmly. I can see the protest building on his lips, the desire to fight coursing through him, but after a moment of internal struggle, he remains silent. He knows I’m right, and though it pains him, he understands his duty lies at home, protecting his omega.

"Felix," I say next, addressing the smaller man with a direct gaze. "You’ll remain behind with my star. I’m putting his safety in your hands." The weight of that responsibility hangs heavily in the air, and I want to be sure Felix understands the gravity of his role.

"You can trust me, Thorne," he replies, his voice resolute and unwavering. "I’ll keep him safe with my life." I nod, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over me. I know Felix will do everything in his power to protect Noelle, and that gives me some comfort.

"Raul, prepare for departure," I instruct, my mind racing with thoughts of the looming conflict. I can’t afford any delays; we must move quickly. "Roman, before we leave, finish up what we’ve started." I catch his eye, knowing he’s been handling our preparations while I’ve been preoccupied with my concerns for Noelle.

As I watch my men scramble into action, I can’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Each passing moment draws me further away from the warmth of my beloved star, and it gnaws at my resolve. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come.

*

I head back to our room, the soft glow of the evening light spilling through the window. My heart settles a little when I see my beloved star awake in bed, his expression shifting from worry to relief as I slide in beside him.

"I left you asleep," I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I was," he replies, his voice soft but tinged with frustration, "but when I turned and didn’t find you, I couldn’t get back to sleep."

"I’m sorry," I murmur, inhaling the familiar scent of him—sweet and comforting. I breathe into the crook of his neck, savoring this moment of quiet intimacy.

"I’m feeling pretty angry right now, you know," he admits, his fingers starting to run through my hair, an action that soothes me as much as it seems to calm him. I relax even further into Noelle, grateful for his touch.

"What are you angry at?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

"Everyone, everything," he huffs, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I’m mad at the annoying crown prince for ordering you to do this. I’m mad at you for going. I’m mad at Roman for coming and interrupting our peaceful life. I’m mad at Victor for being the reason why. And I’m mad at the crown prince because he orchestrated all of it."

A chuckle escapes me despite the weight of his words. "Wait, so in conclusion, it’s the crown prince’s fault. He’s the one responsible for ruining our peaceful life." Noelle says as if he’s made a major revelation.

"My beloved star, you might be right," I say, a grin creeping onto my face as I gaze into his bright eyes.

We lie in bed in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the tension in the room easing as we hold each other. The world outside may be chaotic, but in this moment, we have our sanctuary.

Finally, breaking the silence, I ask, "My beloved star, what do you think about Vitra?"

"The kingdom?" he responds, his brow furrowing slightly in thought.

"Mmhmm," I murmur in agreement.

"What about it?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

"I’m thinking," I say slowly, weighing my words, "when I get back, you, me, Grape, Mona, and Ben get on a boat and leave."

His eyes widen in surprise, and I can see the gears turning in his mind.

"Leave?" he echoes, a mix of excitement and apprehension in his voice. "You mean really leave?"

"Absolutely," I affirm, determination sharpening my resolve. "Just think about it: a fresh start, somewhere new, just us and a fat bird, and a sibling duo, free from all of this."

Noelle remains silent, and I can feel the tension in the air, but I press on, trying to paint the picture in my mind that I hope will resonate with him.

"We get there and start anew, in a tiny little village," I say, the vision unfolding vividly in my imagination.

"We’ll build a house, surrounded by vast land just for you. I have enough money that we’ll never need to work again, but maybe I can become a local farmer or something. You know, creating a family business for our kids."

"...Okay..." Noelle replies, his voice barely above a whisper. I can sense the hope stirring within him, and it fills me with warmth.

"No one would know us there. It’d just be Thorne and Noelle Alden, living freely. Being here makes me miss our days when it was just us, you know? " I nuzzle deeper into his neck, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek.

"Yeah. I miss that too, our little world," he says, a hint of a smile in his voice that reassures me.

I chuckle softly, remembering how carefree we used to be. "But what makes you so sure that Mona and Ben will come with us? They might have their own attachments to this kingdom." I tease, unable to hide my amusement.

"Well, they will be coming with us—tied up or not," I add with a smirk. "When we have children in the future, someone needs to be a nanny."

Noelle giggles at that, and the sound is like music to my ears. It lightens my heart, even amid the heavy weight of our current circumstances.

"When are you leaving?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

"In four days, I think," I respond, my mind racing through the logistics. "I have a few things to wrap up so that when I get back, we can just leave—whether the royal family likes it or not."

"Since when you get back, we’ll be leaving. I want to go back to our little house with you before you go," he insists, his eyes sparkling with determination.

"I have—" I start, but he cuts me off.

"I’m sure Roman or anyone else can handle it. Please, Thorne." His voice is pleading, and I can’t resist the sincerity in his eyes.

"Okay," I concede immediately, unable to deny him. It takes two days to get there, so I know I can spend time with him at our little house for those two days before I have to hit the road again.