Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 125: News

Chapter 125: News

I can feel the anger brewing inside me as I step into the tent. This entire month has been nothing but a drawn-out stalemate—peace negotiations at a standstill, assassins trying to take me out one after another, the constant tension gnawing at my patience. I can’t shake the suspicion that something is deeply wrong with all of this. I’ve been fighting this endless war, both physically and mentally, and all I want is to get away from it. To leave all of this behind.

I sit on the coarse bed, running my hands through my hair, frustration pulsing through every nerve. My mind drifts back to Noelle, as it always does when the anger becomes too much. I miss him so fiercely it’s like a physical ache. Most nights, I find myself staring at the stars, wishing—hoping—that somehow they can carry my thoughts to him. My beloved star. He’s the only thing keeping me grounded, the thought of him like a lifeline in all this madness.

The longer I stay here, the more I feel the urge to throw it all away. Every day, my resolve to abandon these responsibilities strengthens. What is any of this worth if it means being apart from Noelle? All I look forward to are his letters. The faint scent of his pheromones on the paper—just that small, comforting trace of him—keeps me going. It’s pathetic, really. I feel like a man on the edge, addicted to his presence, his words. I’m losing myself to this.

Just then, I sense something—or rather, someone—behind the tent. I stand up quickly, all my senses on high alert, but when I step outside, I see Roman waiting with a letter. My heart leaps in my chest before I can even stop it. Noelle.

I snatch the letter from Roman’s hands, barely muttering a thank you before heading back into the tent, practically trembling with anticipation. I break the wax seal in a hurry, my hands almost shaking as I unfold the parchment. The moment my eyes land on the first words, I freeze.

"I hate you."

I blink. What?

I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. What could I have possibly done this time? But the smile on my lips fades as I keep reading, my heart suddenly pounding for a different reason.

"Well why do I hate you? This is not how this was supposed to go, you know. We should have received the news together. Anyway. Guess, non-stop knotting succeeded and I’m pregnant."

I read the words again, my mind struggling to catch up. Pregnant? Noelle is... I stumble back, gripping the letter so hard my knuckles turn white. I read the rest in a daze.

"So I hate you, for letting me be alone during this. Do everything in your power to get back. Please. I miss you."

My knees give way, and I drop to the dusty ground, the letter clutched against my chest. I read it again, slowly this time, savoring each word. My hands shake, and I can’t stop myself from laughing, a disbelieving sound that catches in my throat. Tears? Noelle’s tears must have smudged some of the ink. He cried while writing this, thinking of me—thinking of us, of our child.

Our child.

The words sink in like a punch to the gut. I’m going to be a father. Noelle is carrying our child.

Joy swells in me, so intense it feels like my heart might burst, but it’s tangled with so many other emotions—nervousness, fear, disbelief. The excitement surges, but right on its heels comes anxiety, the overwhelming need to be by his side, to protect him, to hold him and tell him how much I love him. But I’m not there. I’m stuck in this gods-forsaken place.

I grip the letter tighter, pressing it to my chest as if it could somehow bring me closer to him. The excitement turns into a painful ache, the realization that I’m not there to hold him, to share in this moment, tears at me. I should have been there with him when he found out. I should be with him now, caring for him, sharing the joy of this life growing inside him. But instead, I’m here, and he’s alone.

It hurts. It hurts more than I can say. The joy, the excitement—it’s all still there, but it’s wrapped in a heavy sadness that I wasn’t there for him. That I can’t hold him in this moment.

I wipe at my face, realizing my own tears have fallen onto the parchment. My child. Our child. A piece of Noelle and me, something we created together. The thought overwhelms me, crashing over me in waves, and for a moment, I feel like I can’t breathe.

But then, beneath all the emotions, a new feeling blooms—resolve. I will get back to him. I have to.

I spring to my feet, my heart racing as I search frantically for paper and ink. I have to write back. I have to tell him how much this means to me, how much I miss him—how I’ll do whatever it takes to get back to him. My hands shake with urgency as I find the supplies, sitting down at the small wooden table in the corner of the tent.

I don’t care how I do it. I don’t care about the obstacles in my way. I will get back to Noelle. To my family. The word makes my chest swell with warmth. My family. I’ve never thought about that before—not really. Who would have imagined? Me? A father.

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face as I dip the quill into ink, the rush of emotions pushing away the exhaustion, the frustration, the anger. This is everything. This is what I’ve been fighting for, and now it feels like the world has shifted, like something brighter is waiting for me beyond all this chaos.

With renewed focus, I begin to write, my hand moving swiftly as I pour everything into the letter.

With the quill in hand, I let my thoughts spill onto the paper, my heart pounding as I try to gather my emotions into coherent words. Every stroke of ink feels heavy with meaning, a piece of me that I’m sending back to Noelle.

"My beloved star,

I don’t even know where to begin. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, how much I’ve thought about you every second I’m away. And now... to hear this news? To know that we’re going to have a child?"

I pause, the words not seeming enough to capture the storm of joy and disbelief swirling inside me. A father. Me, a father. It’s still surreal, and yet I feel something deep inside of me shift. A sense of purpose, of hope, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.

"I’m overwhelmed. In the best way. I can’t believe it... and I hate that I’m not there with you. That I wasn’t there when you found out. But I swear, Noelle, I’m coming back to you. I don’t care what it takes—I’ll fight through an army if I have to, I’ll burn down the world if it means I can hold you in my arms again. You, and our child.

I can’t wait to see you, to be there for you, for both of you. I swear, I’ll come back as fast as I can. I’ll make sure of it."

My hand trembles slightly as I finish the sentence, a flood of emotions hitting me all at once. The joy, the excitement, the nervousness—all tangled together, wrapping around my heart. I can’t imagine Noelle going through this without me, and it hurts more than anything to know that he is. But that just strengthens my resolve. I won’t let this keep us apart any longer.

I take a deep breath and continue writing, wanting him to feel everything I’m feeling right now, even through these words on a page.

"I’m sorry I’m not there with you right now. I’m sorry you had to tell me through a letter. But I promise you, I will be back soon. I miss you so much it physically hurts. The thought of you, of us, is what keeps me going every single day. And now, knowing that there’s a new life growing inside you, a part of both of us... it makes me feel things I can’t even put into words.

I love you, Noelle. More than anything. I’ll be with you soon, I promise."

I sign the letter, feeling a mixture of joy, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility settling in my chest. I fold the letter carefully, sealing it with wax, and clutch it to my chest for a moment. The smile still lingers on my face, but now there’s an edge of desperation. I have to get back.