Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 61: Tears

Chapter 61: Tears

Tears sting my eyes as I step into the carriage outside the castle. My heart feels like it’s been shattered into a thousand jagged pieces, and I can’t stop the way my mind keeps replaying the soft, intimate interaction between Thorne and his omega. Every glance, every tender touch—it was all burned into my memory, tormenting me. I tried to keep my composure, to act unaffected, but it hurt more than I thought it would. So much more.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting there, staring blankly out the window as the carriage rattles toward my estate. The scenery outside blurs, but I hardly notice. By the time we arrive, I can’t even muster the energy to greet the servants. I rush past them, up the stairs, and throw myself onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows as the tears finally spill over. I cry with everything I have, the sobs wracking my body as I let out all the pain and frustration I’d bottled up inside.

"What’s wrong with you?" a voice asks, cutting through the sound of my sobs. It’s a familiar voice—my half-sister Julia. I ignore her, my face still buried in the pillows, but I feel the bed dip under her weight as she sits beside me.

"Hmm, that’s odd. You usually come back all giddy after visiting that scary man," she says, her tone light but tinged with curiosity.

I sit up slowly, wiping at my tear-streaked face. I know I must look like a mess, but I can’t bring myself to care. Julia’s eyes widen when she sees me.

"Oh no, have you been crying?" she asks, her voice softening.

"I met him," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

"Who?" she asks, frowning in confusion.

"His husband," I say bitterly, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. The very thought of it makes my chest ache all over again.

Julia gasps, her eyes wide with surprise. "So?"

"He’s beautiful," I say, the words falling out of my mouth before I can stop them. "So beautiful, it’s terrifying."

Julia’s brows shoot up in disbelief. "Whoa, if you, Mr. Top of the Capital’s Most Desirable Omegas, say that, then he must be something else."

I let out a humorless laugh, but it dies in my throat. "I only met him for a few minutes, but you should’ve seen them together. The way Thorne looked at him... the way he practically had Thorne eating out of the palm of his hand." I feel the tears welling up again as I remember how effortlessly the omega had wrapped himself around Thorne, how natural their connection seemed. "Thorne barely tolerates me. I convinced myself it was just because he’s not an affectionate man, but after seeing him with him..."

My voice trails off, and I feel the weight of the truth pressing down on me. I had deluded myself into thinking I had a chance—that maybe, in time, Thorne would warm to me. But now, after seeing him like that with his omega, I knew that was a lie. Thorne would never look at me the way he looked at him.

"Oh, dear," Julia murmurs, her voice filled with sympathy. She pulls me into her arms, holding me tightly as I break down once more. I clutch onto her, sobbing into her shoulder, the pain of my unrequited feelings too much to bear. I had always known this wouldn’t be easy, but I hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.

"I don’t know what to do," I whisper through my tears.

Julia strokes my hair softly, her touch gentle and soothing. Eventually, the tears stop, leaving me feeling hollow, like I’d cried out everything inside me. The room falls quiet, but there’s something in the way she hesitates that makes my chest tighten again.

"...Oliver..." she says slowly, almost cautiously.

I pull back from her, searching her face. "What is it?"

She shakes her head, brushing it off. "It’s nothing."

But I know my sister better than that. I look at her, waiting, and eventually, she lets out a sigh, the kind that tells me I’m not going to like what comes next.

"My sweet little thing... You know, even if you succeeded, he’s a man in power. It’s normal for them to have multiple spouses." Her words are calm, logical, but they slice through me like a knife.

I freeze, my stomach dropping. "You don’t mean..."

Julia’s eyes soften, but there’s an unflinching honesty in her voice as she continues. "Oliver, he’s already married. And from the way you talk about him, he seems quite smitten with his lover."

She leans back on the bed, her arms stretching out as if to offer me comfort, but the words are a cold reality I hadn’t wanted to face. "Father had two consorts," she reminds me, her tone measured. "As much as Mother acts like she didn’t notice, we all know your bearer omega father was his favorite. When he died, Father was never the same, but Mother still stayed with him. She always said that those fleeting moments of care, those brief seconds of his attention, were worth it. But here’s the question, little brother... What about you?"

I don’t answer. I can’t. My thoughts are a tangled mess, and every word she speaks just twists the knot tighter. Julia sits up, looking at me with that knowing gaze of hers, the one that sees through every defense I’ve tried to build.

"You have a million suitors," she says, almost teasingly, though her eyes stay serious. "You could easily find a man who’d worship the ground you walk on. Or..." She pauses, as if weighing her next words carefully. "You could try your best to, at most, become Thorne’s concubine."

The word hits me like a punch to the gut. Concubine. Not a husband. Not an equal. Just someone in the shadows, forever second to the person who already holds his heart.

"But it’s not going to be easy. I’m a beta, so I’ve heard stories—Alpha and Omega relationships are possessive, deeply so. Honestly, you might not even succeed."

Julia’s voice is practical, like she’s laying out the facts of a puzzle, but that’s what I’ve always disliked about her. She always has an answer, a solution, even when I’m not ready to hear it. It makes everything sound so simple, so clear-cut, as if this heartbreak can just be solved by a decision.

But it’s not that simple. Not for me.

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