Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 75: Fury 2

Chapter 75: Fury 2

I storm through the castle, each step pounding like a hammer driving nails into the ground. The air is heavy, tense, and suffocating, but it has nothing to do with pheromones. It’s me. The silence that follows me is deafening, servants and guards shrinking into the shadows, too afraid to even look at me. They should be. They should know what’s coming.

The Robbens.

They’ve crossed a line they never should’ve approached, much less stepped over. I’ve let them play their little games for far too long, but I won’t let them forget who I am today. My hands curl into fists, knuckles cracking as I approach the guest quarters. My pulse throbs in my ears, and my mind is a dark, swirling storm, thoughts coming fast and furious, none of them good.

They thought they were safe. They thought because I had bigger enemies to handle, that because I had left them alone for so long, they were untouchable.

They thought wrong.

I don’t knock. I kick the door open with a savage force, splinters flying as it crashes against the wall. Inside, the Robbens are startled, their privileged, pathetic faces twisting in surprise and fear as I storm in. The Duke stands up, his face paling as he takes in the sight of me. He opens his mouth to speak, but I’m not interested in anything that man has to say.

I only have eyes for Sevian.

"Thorne, what is—" The Duke starts, but I cut him off with a look that could turn his blood to ice.

I stalk across the room, and before anyone can react, I’m on Sevian. I grab him by the hair, yanking him out of his chair with a violent jerk. He yelps, scrambling to get free, his hands clawing at my arm as I drag him toward the door.

"Thorne!" Sevian gasps, his voice full of panic, already pleading. "Wait! Please! We can talk—"

"Talk?" I growl, yanking him harder, making him stumble as he struggles to keep up. "You think we have something to talk about after what you’ve done?"

I throw him out the door and into the hallway. He hits the ground hard, rolling as he lets out a grunt of pain. He tries to scramble to his feet, but I’m on him again before he can even think of running. I grab him by the collar and lift him, shoving him into the wall with a bone-rattling thud. His head smacks against the stone, and I hear the sharp intake of breath from the other Robbens watching from the doorway.

Sevian’s eyes are wide, panicked, his lip trembling as blood drips down the side of his face. "Please, Thorne—"

"You think because I’ve let you breathe in my castle for so long, that I’ve forgotten? That I don’t remember what you tried to do to me?" My voice is low, deadly, barely restrained, and every word drips with the venom of years of simmering fury. "You think you’re safe?"

Sevian opens his mouth to beg, but the words die in his throat as I slam my fist into his gut. He folds, gasping, his body crumpling in on itself, but I don’t let him fall. I hold him up, pulling him closer so he can see the cold fury in my eyes.

"I should have killed you all back then." My voice is dark, heavy with a promise of violence. "But I didn’t. I let you live. I let you crawl around like the vermin you are, thinking you were safe. But then you made a mistake, didn’t you?"

Sevian’s eyes dart around, desperate for help, but there’s no one here who’s going to save him. "I-I didn’t—"

I slam him into the wall again, harder this time, and I hear the satisfying crack of something breaking. Sevian lets out a sharp cry, his face contorting in pain.

"You spoke to my husband," I snarl, my voice shaking with the effort of keeping my rage in check. "You dared to hurt him. You crossed a line, Sevian. And now? Now I’m going to make sure you pay for every single tear you caused him to shed."

I throw him to the ground, watching as he gasps for air, writhing in pain. His pleas are pathetic, his voice hoarse as he begs for mercy. "Please, Thorne... please! I didn’t mean to—"

I don’t care. I won’t hear it.

I’m on him again, this time with my fists. The first punch lands on his face with a wet crunch, blood splattering across the ground as his nose shatters. Sevian screams, but I don’t stop. I hit him again and again, each punch fueled by the memory of Noelle’s swollen eyes, his trembling voice asking if I still loved him.

The Duke rushes forward, grabbing my arm, his voice frantic. "Thorne, stop! You’ll kill him!"

I shove him off, turning my fury on him. "Get in my way, and I’ll kill you too."

The Duke’s face pales, and he stumbles back, his mouth hanging open in shock. But he doesn’t try to stop me again. No one does.

Sevian’s family is screaming, begging, but all of it is just noise. All I see is red. All I feel is the need to make him suffer, to make him feel the pain he caused. I grab his arm and twist it until I hear the sickening pop of his shoulder dislocating. He howls in agony, but I don’t let up. I slam my knee into his ribs, feeling the satisfying crack as they give way beneath the force.

His face is a bloody mess now, his body broken and limp, but I don’t stop. I can’t. The fury inside me won’t be satisfied until Sevian is nothing but a heap of shattered bones and regret.

"You thought you could poison me," I growl through gritted teeth. "You thought you could get away with it. But now? Now you know what it feels like."

Sevian’s sobs are barely audible through the blood filling his mouth, his voice a weak, gurgling mess as he tries to plead for mercy. "Please... I’m sorry... I’m... sorry..."

I pause for just a moment, my hand tightening around his throat as I lift him once more. His eyes are swollen shut, his face barely recognizable beneath the bruises and blood.

"You’re sorry?" I spit, my voice dripping with disgust. "Not yet. But you will be."

I slam him into the ground one final time, his body hitting the dirt with a sickening thud. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t beg. He’s too broken for that now.

I stand over him, breathing hard, my fists aching from the force of my blows.