Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 134: Man up

Chapter 134: Man up

I look down at my baby, sleeping so peacefully, his little chest rising and falling with each breath. He’s such a perfect, tiny version of me—blonde hair, green eyes, the exact same shade as mine. The resemblance is uncanny. I can’t help but smile and press a gentle kiss to his forehead because, really, how could I not? The love I feel for him is overwhelming, an all-consuming wave of affection I never knew I was capable of feeling.

But with that love comes a simmering dread. A deep-rooted fear that something could happen to him, or worse, to both of us, especially with the state of the kingdom as it is. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, I recall something Noelle once told me. He’d warned me, in his matter-of-fact way, that while I might love Thorne, I wouldn’t feel the same if I saw him for who he truly was. It was a hard pill to swallow, but maybe, he’d been right all along. My feelings for Thorne, once all-encompassing, now feel hollow, and have been replaced by fear almost embarrassing to think back on. It’s like looking at an old scar—a reminder of something that no longer matters but has left its mark nonetheless.

I hear the bedroom door creak open and look up, watching Victor as he enters, his face as dark and brooding as ever. He heads into the bathroom, and the sound of running water fills the silence. Eventually, he reemerges, wearing only his pants, his chest bare and still damp. I pretend not to stare at the hard lines of muscle on his torso, though why I’m pretending is beyond me—he’s my husband, after all. But there’s a gravity to him tonight, a heaviness in his movements that I can’t ignore.

Victor walks over to the cradle, leaning down to place a tender kiss on Zeke’s forehead. The sight of it warms me from deep within, but it also pulls at something raw in me. This isn’t the Victor I used to know. The sharp wit, the playful teasing, all of it is gone, replaced by a silence that’s so heavy it feels like it could fill the room. Tonight, he’s gloomier than usual, and I can’t keep my frustration at bay any longer.

"You went to them, didn’t you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice low for Zeke’s sake, though the irritation is clear. I’d told him to stay away from them after he came back last time—bruised, bloodied, and barely conscious. But the silence that follows only confirms what I already know.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Victor?" I whisper harshly, my anger simmering to a boil.

He grumbles, "You don’t understand."

"Then make me understand! Because if Thorne so much as catches a glimpse of you, I might as well prepare myself to be a widow and our son fatherless. For once, have some damn sense!" I snap, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart races with the thought of losing him.

Victor’s shoulders slump, and he looks at me with that haunted, worn-out expression. "They’re my family," he says softly. "I’ve been with them since I was thirteen. I can’t just... let go."

Something in his voice deflates my anger. I do understand, at least part of it. But we have a family now—our family. And I can’t stand by and watch him risk it all for ghosts from his past. I step closer, crossing over to his side of the cradle, and jab my finger into his chest, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Listen to me, Victor. Your family now is me and your son. And if you don’t stop fucking me as often as you do, we won’t just have a son, please stop putting yourself at risk." I pause, feeling the heat of my frustration flare again.

"You are the Alpha. The head of this family. So man up. If you don’t, I’ll leave. I don’t need a husband who puts his old loyalties above his own family. I will find a man who will."

I can see the weight of my words settle on him, though he doesn’t look away. I don’t want to be harsh, but he needs to hear this. I can’t raise my son in a kingdom on the brink of collapse, with a father constantly torn between his past and the future we’re supposed to be building.

"My Omega father had an uncle in Vitra. I sent him a letter, and he’s willing to take us in." I fold my arms across my chest, steeling myself as I add, "We can start over. Make a life where we’re not living in fear."

Victor’s eyes shift, a mix of relief and weariness flashing in them. "Okay," he says, and I blink, taken aback by how readily he agrees.

I narrow my eyes at him, suspicious. "Don’t sound so surprised," he says, a hint of a smile breaking through the shadows on his face. "I’m sorry. And... thank you for being patient with me."

I study him, looking for any sign of resistance, but all I find is a deep, quiet exhaustion, mingled with something that almost looks like acceptance.

Victor pulls me into his arms, his embrace steady and warm, grounding me in a way that quiets the turmoil in my heart. For a moment, I stiffen, still holding on to the remnants of my frustration, but eventually, I let myself relax against him. His scent, familiar and comforting, fills the space between us, and I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

There’s something solid, dependable in the way he holds me—not the blazing, all-consuming passion Thorne and Noelle share, but something quieter, more enduring. And that’s okay. We don’t need that kind of fire for this to be real. What we have might be softer, a warmth that doesn’t burn but endures, steady like the dawn.

I feel his hand gently stroke my back, a gesture that’s as much an apology as it is a promise, and a calmness settles over me. Here, in his arms, I find the strength to believe that maybe we really can leave this place behind, start fresh, and build a life worth fighting for. Because sometimes, love doesn’t have to set the world ablaze—it just needs to hold on. And that’s exactly what I feel as he wraps me tighter, neither of us needing to say a word.

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