Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 49: Delusional

Chapter 49: Delusional

It’s taken a full week to rid my castle of the filth the Robbens left behind. The place had reeked of their arrogance and audacity, like a stain that seeped into every crack of Seraphina’s Heart. I had all their wretched furniture thrown out—burned or given away, depending on my mood—and ordered new pieces, selected with my own damn care. The master bedroom? Stripped bare, scrubbed clean until there wasn’t a trace of their existence left. I wasn’t about to lay my head on a bed that man—my father—had defiled with his presence. The mere thought of it makes my stomach turn.

For spite, I had the five sentinels move into the best rooms in the castle. It was amusing watching Victor kick Sevian out of his room, the shocked look on that bastard’s face almost worth keeping them around. Almost. The Robbens may be out of the main house, but they’re still here, lingering in the guest quarters like the parasites they are. It won’t last long. I’ll make sure of that.

But what’s eating at me now, more than anything, is the ache. Fuck, it’s been a week, and I miss Noelle. Every day that passes, his scent fades a little more from the cloth I carry with me, like he’s slipping away into a dream. A figment of my imagination. I lift the cloth to my face, inhaling what’s left of his pheromones, and for a brief moment, I can almost feel him here. But it’s faint, too faint. I can’t see him for another two weeks, and the thought grates at me.

I let out a long breath and glance down at the dead body at my feet. Some bastard who thought he was smarter than me. He isn’t the first to make that mistake, and he certainly won’t be the last. I step over the corpse, moving past the others scattered across the floor. My "helpers" are already making their way in, eager to get back to work. It’s funny how loyal people become when you pay them enough. Even when their job involves cleaning up after a massacre. They’re practically giddy to have their old positions back.

"What’s next?" I ask Roman, who stands at my side like the shadow he always is.

He’s about to respond when Raul and Victor stride in, dragging a couple of unlucky souls behind them. Bloodied, beaten, and still squirming. I glance at the pitiful wretches for a moment before my gaze shifts back to Roman. He nods slightly, and I know it’s about to be another long day. This town, this rotten pit, will be bathed in blood by the time I’m done with it. I don’t need Noelle’s calming presence to do what needs to be done. I don’t need anyone to track down these pests.

Roman starts listing off the details, his voice steady and precise as we begin to move, stepping over the carnage left in our wake. Raul and Victor drag the others behind, their prisoners groaning and sobbing as we make our way through the hall.

A purge. That’s what this is. And it’s far from over.

My beloved star has to find this place clean after all.

*

I sit in my expansive office, the scent of new wood permeating the air. It’s a stark contrast to the familiar smell of my old desk, which I was forced to part with due to the Robbens’ defilement. The pain of relinquishing it is still fresh, but there’s no room for sentimentality. I’m buried in documents—records of my businesses, properties, and, most urgently, my army. It’s the latter that grabs my attention now, and my frown deepens as I sift through troubling reports.

"Thorne, you’ve got a visitor," Roman announces, stepping into the room. His dark circles are more pronounced than ever, a consequence of his double duty as both butler and personal secretary. His dedication is admirable, though I can see the strain etched into his face.

I motion for him to admit the visitor, my gaze remaining fixed on the documents.

"Thorne."

The voice is soft, almost soothing, but it only serves to heighten my irritation. I look up, finding Oliver—my master’s son—standing before me. His omega pheromones are unmistakable and immediately unsettling. The scent fills the office, disrupting the controlled environment I’ve worked so hard to maintain.

"What is it?" I ask, my tone clipped.

"Still so serious, aren’t you? We haven’t seen each other in three years, and that’s how you greet me?" Oliver enters the room with an air of casual familiarity, his blonde hair swept back in a practiced motion. His green eyes meet mine, and they are vibrant but devoid of the warmth I might have expected. They remind me of Noelle’s eyes, and the comparison stings.

Oliver continues with a disarming smile, "You look good. Master is a bit disappointed you haven’t visited. I was sent as his messenger." He flips his hair back, revealing his elegant features, and his eyes linger on me a moment longer than necessary.

I maintain my impassive demeanor, though his presence is unnerving. "I’ve been occupied," I reply coldly.

Oliver’s smile widens slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. "Occupied, huh? Too busy for old friends? Master misses you, but you’ve always been more about business than social niceties."

I detect a subtle hint of something else in his tone, but I choose to ignore it. "If that’s the message, I’ll take it under advisement. I’ll visit when it suits me."

Oliver’s demeanor doesn’t change; he remains unruffled, his gaze lingering with a mix of curiosity and something else I can’t quite place. "You’re still as distant as ever, Thorne. But don’t stay away too long. Master’s not the only one who misses your company."

As he turns to leave, I watch him with a sense of unease. His departure leaves the office eerily quiet, and I find myself missing the comforting scent of Noelle more acutely. The lingering aroma of Oliver’s presence is a harsh reminder of what I’m missing.

Roman steps forward to provide me with the requested reports. I take a deep breath, pushing aside the unsettling interaction with Oliver and focusing on the task at hand. The castle’s recent upheavals, combined with the tension in the reports, make it clear that I have much to handle.

"Roman," I say, my voice steady again. "I need a full update on the army deployments. Ensure there are no loose ends."

***

Could it be that he likes me? After all these years apart, maybe... just maybe, Thorne is finally seeing me as an omega.

I left his office with my heart racing, my mind swirling with thoughts I couldn’t push away. His gaze had lingered a little longer than usual, hadn’t it? Or maybe I was imagining it. No, there was something in the way he looked at me today—distant, yes, but not indifferent. Could I be wrong? After all these years of chasing shadows, yearning for any sign of warmth from him, was this the moment I’d been waiting for?

I had always been patient, always willing to bide my time. Thorne was never one for grand gestures or emotions. He was a fortress, cold and unyielding, a man shaped by war and bloodshed. But today, something had shifted. It wasn’t much—a brief flicker in his eyes when I spoke, a slight pause before he returned to his documents.

Maybe he’s finally beginning to see me—not just as Oliver, the master’s son, but as an omega. Someone who could be... more.