Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 173: Yours

Chapter 173: Yours

Thorne closed the double doors to the bedroom with deliberate care, the sound a soft but definite click that echoed in the quiet room. His movements were slow, purposeful, like a predator stalking its prey. As he walked further inside, he began to strip out of his clothing, piece by piece. His shirt fell first, followed by his belt, then his pants, each article discarded carelessly onto the floor as he made his way toward the adjoining bathroom.

The faint sound of water lapping against the tub greeted him as he stepped inside. Noelle was reclining in the warm bath, his head tilted back, eyes closed, the steam curling around his relaxed form. His hair was damp and clung to his shoulders, and his expression was one of rare peace—a sight that made something stir deep within Thorne.

Thorne’s lips curved into a smirk as he approached, his voice low and teasing. "Room for one more, my beloved star?"

Noelle’s eyes fluttered open at the sound, and he looked up at Thorne, his gaze immediately raking over Thorne’s naked body. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, a fiery intensity that made Thorne’s smirk deepen. Without a word, Noelle shifted slightly in the tub, making room, and Thorne climbed in.

The water sloshed over the edges of the tub as Thorne settled behind Noelle, the small space forcing them close together. Noelle leaned back against Thorne’s chest, his body fitting against him perfectly, and a content sigh escaped his lips.

" Mimi?" Noelle asked, his voice soft but curious.

"Don’t worry," Thorne murmured, resting his chin lightly on Noelle’s damp hair. "Mona’s on babysitting duty. Though that greedy little girl charged me for it."

Noelle chuckled at that, a low, warm sound that made Thorne’s chest tighten in a way he wouldn’t dare admit aloud.

They sat like that for a while, the silence between them companionable, broken only by the faint splashes of water and the occasional creak of the tub. The warmth of the water and the closeness of their bodies created an almost dreamlike atmosphere, as if nothing outside this moment mattered.

"I missed you," Thorne said suddenly, his voice quieter, almost vulnerable. He reached up, his fingers finding a few wet strands of Noelle’s hair, and began playing with them absentmindedly.

Noelle tilted his head slightly to look at Thorne, his expression softening. "I missed you too," he replied, his voice carrying a sincerity that made Thorne’s chest ache.

Thorne leaned down, brushing his lips against Noelle’s temple in a tender, lingering kiss. The water rippled around them, the world outside their sanctuary forgotten as they soaked in the intimacy of the moment.

Thorne’s hands glided gently through the water as he adjusted Noelle’s weight against his chest, his touch tender and reverent. The air between them was heavy with unspoken emotions, thick with the bond they shared—a bond forged in pain, resilience, and an unyielding love that had endured against all odds.

"I did too," Noelle murmured softly, his eyes still closed, his voice carrying the warmth of honesty.

Thorne’s lips curved into a smile, one that Noelle couldn’t see but might have felt in the way Thorne’s arms tightened around him. "You’re more beautiful than I remember," Thorne said, his voice low, reverent.

Noelle huffed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I fear you wouldn’t love me if I’d been less attractive," he quipped, his tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

Thorne’s laughter was a quiet rumble against Noelle’s back, a soothing vibration. "You’re wrong, my star," Thorne said, the nickname rolling off his tongue like a vow. "I would love you regardless. Do you forget how you refused to let me go all those years ago, even when I begged you to?"

Noelle cracked one eye open, tilting his head slightly to glance at Thorne. "You mean back when you were just a hollow shell of a man? Dying, poisoned, and more stubborn than a mule? You were so prickly back then," Noelle replied, his tone aggrieved, but the warmth in his voice betrayed him.

"I had to keep you alive, and you were working against me every step of the way," Noelle added with mock exasperation.

Thorne’s laughter deepened, a rich sound that filled the small room. "And yet, you stayed," he said, threading his fingers through a strand of Noelle’s damp hair, twirling it idly.

" My alpha, look at you now. I never thought the man I found half-dead would someday defy royalty for me. Not once, but twice. I chose well, you know," Noelle added, his voice light with humor but weighted with truth.

Thorne’s expression softened, his hand stilling in Noelle’s hair. "Forgive me, my beloved," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When you found me, I was already halfway to the grave—mentally, physically, in every way that mattered. Then you came in like a storm. I was like a dying man offered a drop of water in the desert. I was so afraid you were a mirage, too bright, too good to be real. Do you remember when I tried to push you away?"

"I do," Noelle said quietly, his voice a little shaky now.

Thorne’s grip on him tightened as if he could fuse them together and never let him go. "I made a vow then. I would never let you go. You were mine, Noelle. You breathed life back into me, and it’s only fair that I exist for you. When we were apart, it felt like something had been ripped out of my soul. I never want to feel that emptiness again."

Noelle’s head tilted back slightly, resting against Thorne’s shoulder. His eyes were closed again, his expression pensive. "I’d like to say that’s an exaggeration," he whispered, "but I felt the same. Without you, I was lost, like a ship with no anchor. There were nights... so many nights when I thought I couldn’t go on. But I had to—for Mimi’s sake. She was the only thing tethering me to this world."

Thorne pressed his lips to Noelle’s temple, his kiss tender but desperate. "I’m glad you did," he said fervently. "Because if I had lost you, Noelle... I would’ve torn the world apart. Burned it to the ground. And then I would have joined you in the underworld."

Noelle laughed softly, the sound joyful. He knew Thorne meant every word, and he didn’t even need to ask what had happened in Aspen. The blood on Thorne’s hands spoke volumes, and Noelle knew no one had survived his wrath—not even the Crown Prince, if he still lived. That is the man he loved and he would not change that fact for the world.

He reached up, his hand finding Thorne’s, intertwining their fingers. "You’re dramatic," Noelle said, though his voice held no bite, only affection.

"I’m yours," Thorne corrected, his voice a quiet promise.

They sat there, their hearts beating in rhythm, the water cooling around them, but neither cared. For now, they had each other, and that was enough.

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