Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 205: Behave

While Thorne speaks to Roman, my curiosity gets the better of me. I subtly lean to the side, peering over Roman’s shoulder to see just who has managed to ruffle the normally composed sentinel.

What I see makes me freeze for a moment. A familiar head of dark hair peeks out from the disheveled sheets on the bed. Felix.

He notices me almost immediately, his sharp gaze locking onto mine for a split second before he quickly looks away, his face tinged with embarrassment—or maybe annoyance at being caught. I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud.

Well, this is unexpected.

I genuinely didn’t think Felix was interested in anything but his poisons. The man has always been an enigma, more focused on his vials and concoctions than on any sort of human connection. But I suppose even he is an omega with needs.

Still, Roman? Of all people? The steadfast, unflappable sentinel and Felix, the aloof, borderline reclusive poison expert. What an unlikely pair. Yet, the more I think about it, the more it oddly makes sense. Roman’s calm demeanor could balance Felix’s intensity, while Felix’s sharp wit could challenge Roman’s stoicism.

I glance between them again, watching as Roman nods seriously to Thorne’s instructions, completely unbothered by his current... situation. Felix, on the other hand, is practically trying to melt into the sheets, his usual confidence visibly shaken.

I press my lips together, suppressing a chuckle. It’s almost endearing.

Well, good for them, I think, turning back to Thorne as he finishes up. Some secrets are worth holding onto, and this one? I’m definitely keeping it to myself—for now.

"Did you know it’s Felix in there?" I whisper sharply once we’re out of earshot.

"Oh, yeah," Thorne says, completely nonchalant.

"What?!" I hiss, glaring at him. "Why didn’t you fill me in?"

Thorne glances down at me with a raised brow and shrugs. "Wasn’t my story to tell."

I stop walking, crossing my arms as I stare at him, feeling thoroughly betrayed. "You’re my husband. You’re supposed to tell me these things," I argue, voice tinged with annoyance.

Thorne chuckles softly, his smirk infuriating. "And here I thought our bond was built on trust, my beloved star. You’d rather I gossip?"

"This isn’t gossip—it’s important intel!" I insist, gesturing wildly in the direction we came from. "Felix and Roman? That’s like finding out the sun’s decided to take the day off!"

Thorne tilts his head slightly, clearly amused. "And how exactly would knowing have enriched your life, hmm?"

"Asshole," I mutter, though my voice lacks real bite. Thorne chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest, a warm and maddening reminder of how unshakable he is.

"So," I say, turning back to the topic at hand, "are they, you know, together?"

Thorne shrugs, his expression as composed as ever. "Not that I’m aware of. But on the battlefield, I’d often notice them sticking close."

"So, they’re sex friends," I conclude, my tone laced with curiosity.

"My beloved star," Thorne groans, his hand tightening ever so slightly around my waist, "I’d rather not delve into the intimate lives of my subordinates."

I laugh under my breath at his discomfort, but before I can say anything else, he pulls me closer, his grip possessive and firm. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"I’m more interested in what we’re going to be doing," he murmurs, his voice low and rich, every syllable dripping with intent.

The heat that rises in me is immediate, my skin prickling with anticipation. Damn him. It’s always like this. He knows exactly what to say, how to touch me, how to make my knees weak without even trying.

"Thorne," I warn, though my voice comes out weaker than I’d like, my resolve already slipping as he presses against me.

"Hmm?" he hums, his lips now trailing featherlight touches down my jawline.

"Behave, we’re outside," I chide, stepping out of his embrace, my voice firm but tinged with amusement.

Thorne smirks, his eyes dark with mischief, clearly unbothered by my attempt at restraint. "So?" he drawls, taking a deliberate step closer. "Let them see who you belong to."

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest to create some semblance of distance between us. "You’re so annoying sometimes," I say, my tone carrying a mix of exasperation and fondness.

"You love it," he counters without missing a beat, his smirk widening as he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Thorne," I warn, stepping back further, glancing quickly down the hall to ensure we’re alone. "Don’t push your luck."

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fine," he relents, though the teasing glint in his eyes suggests he’s not entirely done with his antics.

I shake my head, fighting back a smile as I turn on my heel. "Come on," I say, motioning for him to follow. "We have things to do."

Thorne falls into step beside me, his hand brushing against mine, the touch sending a thrill through me despite my best efforts to remain composed.

"Things to do, sure," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with unspoken promises. "But later, my star, you’re all mine."

I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, my pulse quickening despite myself. "Later," I agree softly, my voice barely audible.

His satisfied smirk returns, but he says nothing more, and we walk in companionable silence down the hallway, the tension between us simmering just beneath the surface.

As we walk back, my mind wanders to how Thorne and I have been more insatiable than usual. It’s like every stolen moment is a chance for us to come undone, driven by the intoxicating pull between us. That horrid green concoction must be working. Thinking about us finally marking each other makes my pulse race and my skin heat up.

Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly yelp when a sharp pinch stings my waist. I whirl around, glaring at Thorne, who looks entirely too pleased with himself.

"Your pheromones, my beloved star," he says, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge. "I suggest you control them before we really give the people here a show."

The way his eyes darken slightly makes it clear that it’s not an idle threat.

I feel my face flush as I realize what he means. My pheromones. I didn’t even notice I was releasing them. Oops.

"Sorry," I mumble, trying to rein them in, though I can tell by Thorne’s smirk that my apology does little to satisfy him.

"Sorry won’t save you later," he murmurs, leaning in just enough that his warm breath fans against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I roll my eyes but take a step forward to put some distance between us. "Behave," I mutter, feeling my cheeks burn.

"Why should I when you keep making it so difficult?" he counters, his voice dripping with mischief.

I bite back a smile, knowing full well that we’re walking a very fine line. If it weren’t for the potential of running into someone, I don’t doubt Thorne would act on every impulse coursing through him—and, if I’m honest, I probably wouldn’t stop him.