Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 60: Master’s son

Chapter 60: Master’s son

Noelle made his way toward Thorne’s office, his footsteps light yet purposeful. Over the past few months, he had grown accustomed to life here, in this grand estate that was now his home. It had its own charm—different from their life on the hill, but charm nonetheless. One of those charms was seeing Thorne in his element, so commanding and authoritative. Thorne in his formal wear, with that air of dominance that seemed to precede him, sent shivers down Noelle’s spine. Nothing got him going quite like that. More than once, Noelle had jumped on him the moment Thorne walked into a room, his irresistible magnetism impossible to ignore. Thorne had been confused at first, but certainly not complaining.

Lately, Noelle had been thrust into a whirlwind of lessons on etiquette, noble customs, and other such refinements. Apparently, it wasn’t quite time for him to be seen in society, at least not until he mastered the rigid formalities of noble life. Why did they need such specific ways of eating, drinking tea, or even handling utensils? It all seemed like nonsense to him, yet he complied—if only to make Thorne’s life a little easier. Still, today wasn’t about his lessons. Today was about seeing Thorne.

Approaching the office, Noelle noticed the guard posted outside looking startled, a slight shift in the man’s expression setting off alarm bells in Noelle’s mind. Something wasn’t right. He came here every day—there was no reason for anyone to be surprised by his arrival.

Then it hit him. Omega pheromones. His stomach twisted with anger. Who dared to intrude in Thorne’s office, reeking of those pheromones? Fury simmered beneath the surface as he walked past the guard, not even bothering to acknowledge him. The man didn’t dare stop him anyway. No one touched Noelle, not after what had happened a few weeks ago when a particularly foolish guard had dared lay a hand on him. The poor man left with four fractured ribs, a bruised face, and a broken arm, courtesy of Thorne. Noelle smiled at the memory—his husband was nothing if not fiercely protective.

Noelle opened the heavy doors without knocking, stepping into the room with purpose. And there, standing in front of Thorne’s desk, was a blonde omega. His eyes immediately narrowed, tension gripping him like a vice. So, this is it, he thought darkly. He had been waiting for the inevitable—a swoop of beautiful omegas eager to latch onto his husband now that Thorne had regained his status and power.

Thorne looked up as soon as Noelle entered, his sharp blue eyes softening as they landed on him. "My star," Thorne greeted, standing up from his desk as if Noelle’s presence was the only thing that mattered in the room.

The blonde omega turned to face Noelle, his beauty undeniable, with a slender frame that was accentuated by finely tailored clothing. Noelle could see how others might be intimidated, maybe even captivated by his appearance—but all Noelle felt was a simmering resentment.

"Oh..." the omega muttered, clearly caught off guard by Noelle’s sudden appearance.

Oh, what? Noelle thought, seething internally. He didn’t let it show, though, instead walking past the omega with deliberate grace, heading behind Thorne’s desk. Without hesitation, Noelle wrapped his arms around Thorne’s waist, pressing his body close against his husband’s. It was a silent yet unmistakable claim, and Thorne responded instinctively, kissing Noelle’s temple with a tenderness that sent a surge of satisfaction through him.

He saw the flash of jealousy in the omega’s eyes, a brief flicker of emotion that only fueled Noelle’s resolve. The intruder had lost this game before it even began.

"What brings you here?" Thorne asked, his voice calm yet authoritative, his hand resting on Noelle’s waist with familiarity.

"I just missed you," Noelle said sweetly, leaning into Thorne. He turned his gaze toward the omega, who was watching them with thinly veiled discomfort. "I didn’t realize you had... company," Noelle added, deliberately pausing to let his irritation seep through.

Thorne didn’t seem bothered by Noelle’s tone. "Oh, this is Oliver, remember? My master’s son." He said it so casually, as if it meant nothing, and maybe to Thorne, it didn’t.

Noelle’s eyes settled on the omega—Oliver. "Oh, I’ve heard so much about you," Noelle replied, his voice dripping with false sweetness. His anger simmered just below the surface, but he kept his expression calm, for now.

"Likewise," Oliver said with a slight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I was just mentioning to Thorne earlier how well he’s hidden his omega. Too well, perhaps."

Noelle’s eyes narrowed slightly at the comment, but he smiled back. "Don’t worry about that. As much as my husband’s possessiveness plays a part, I’m the one who prefers it this way. I’m not particularly social."

Oliver’s expression faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "I understand. I’m not much of a people person myself."

The air between them was thick with tension, and Noelle had no desire to drag this interaction out any longer. "Well, I’d like to speak to my husband in private. Shall we raincheck this meeting, or was there something important you needed to discuss?"

Oliver flinched at the thinly veiled dismissal. "Of course not. I’ll excuse myself. A pleasure to meet you," he said quickly before turning on his heel and leaving the room, the massive doors closing behind him with a loud thud.

As soon as he was gone, Noelle turned his attention back to Thorne. "I didn’t know your master’s son was an omega," he remarked, trying to keep his tone casual, though his frustration was still bubbling beneath the surface.

Thorne, ever the pragmatic man, didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps he simply didn’t care. He shifted Noelle’s hair aside and began trailing soft kisses from his neck down to his collarbone. "I didn’t think it was important," he said, clearly distracted by the feel of Noelle’s skin.

Noelle wanted to press further, but the warmth of Thorne’s lips against his skin made his resolve weaken. As much as he wanted to discuss Oliver, it could wait.