Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 222: Longing

Felix stood behind one of the stone pillars of the Remiro estate, concealed in the shadows as he watched the scene unfold in the garden. The late afternoon sun cast golden hues over the vast, meticulously maintained grounds, illuminating the field where Thorne, Noelle, and their daughter, little Mimi, played together.

Lush greenery surrounded them—towering oak trees providing ample shade, the trimmed hedges forming an elegant labyrinth of nature, and flower beds bursting with color. The soft scent of blooming roses lingered in the air, carried gently by the breeze. It was an idyllic scene, one that should have felt like nothing more than another moment in the life of the Remiro estate.

And yet, Felix couldn’t help but feel an unfamiliar, unwelcome emotion tighten around his chest. A feeling he hadn’t allowed himself in years.

Envy.

He had always despised his omega nature. It had been a burden, an anchor that tethered him to the whims of stronger, crueler alphas in his youth. In the village where he was born, his designation had meant one thing—subjugation. He was not a person. He was a thing to be owned, controlled. And when the truth of his suffering became unbearable, he had done what he did best—he took control.

He poisoned them.

One by one.

And then he fled, leaving behind the horror of his past, carving a new life for himself where no one would ever see him as prey again.

Joining Thorne had been a calculated decision. A necessary one. The war-ravaged world had no place for weaklings, and Felix had never been one, no matter what biology dictated. The sentinels had taken him in, not as an omega, but as a warrior, a poisoner, an invaluable asset to their ranks. They had respected him, relied on him—not as a breeding stock, but as a fellow soldier.

It had been everything he had ever wanted.

Until one night, during his first heat in years, he had broken his own rules.

He had thrown himself at Roman.

It had been a mistake. A lapse in judgment. An impulse he had long since buried deep within himself, alongside the shattered remnants of his past.

But it had never stopped.

For years now, their relationship—if it could even be called that—had persisted in the shadows, a physical release that neither of them acknowledged beyond what it was. It was better that way. It had to be. Felix didn’t want what Noelle had. He refused to want it.

And yet, standing here now, watching them—watching Thorne sweep his daughter into his arms, the way Mimi squealed with delight, kicking her tiny feet in the air, the way Noelle sat nearby, his raven hair cascading over his shoulder as he smiled softly at the sight—Felix felt something foreign and dangerous stir in his chest.

That thing inside him, the part of him he had buried so long ago, whispered that maybe—just maybe—he did want it.

He shoved the thought down violently.

Mimi, in her tiny pink dress, attempted to toddle away, her chubby legs carrying her just a few feet before she tripped over her own feet and tumbled. She let out a startled little sound, but before she could even whimper, Thorne was there, scooping her up and pressing kisses against her forehead, murmuring words too soft for Felix to hear.

Mimi giggled, clutching onto her father’s shirt like he was her whole world.

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He turned his gaze to Noelle, who sat with effortless grace, sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup. There was an air of nobility about him, something Felix had always noticed but never fully acknowledged. Even back when they thought Noelle was nothing more than a commoner, there had always been something about him—his posture, his gaze, his way of speaking. It had set him apart.

And now, as the truth of his lineage had been revealed, it made sense.

He was breathtaking in the sunlight, his emerald eyes gleaming with warmth, his lips curved into the faintest smile. A few loose strands of hair framed his face, and Felix had the sudden, irrational thought that if he had been anyone else, he might have reached out and tucked them behind his ear.

His gaze drifted lower, to the shimmering pendant around Noelle’s neck—the star that hung from his collar, marking him as Thorne’s mate. The colors shifted in the light, iridescent and mesmerizing.

And just beneath it, on the delicate slope of his neck, was the faint impression of a mating mark.

Felix felt his throat tighten.

He had always thought mating marks were a foolish, outdated concept. A relic of the past, something only naive romantics still indulged in. To give someone that kind of power over you, to place your entire being into their hands—it was reckless.

And yet, looking at Noelle now, Felix realized something else.

It wasn’t power. It wasn’t ownership.

It was trust.

It was a vow, an unbreakable promise of devotion.

Felix exhaled sharply and looked down at his own hands—calloused, rough, stained with the remnants of his work. Hands that had never known gentleness. Hands that had only ever been used for destruction.

He brought one up to the back of his neck, brushing his fingertips over the untouched skin there.

Would he ever allow someone to mark him? To place that level of faith in another?

The answer should have been easy.

No. Of course not.

But then, unbidden, a face flashed in his mind. Dark hair. Golden eyes. A smirk that was equal parts infuriating and—

Felix gritted his teeth and slammed the door on that thought before it could fully form.

No.

Noelle turned then, as if sensing the weight of Felix’s gaze, and for the briefest moment, their eyes met.

Felix stiffened.

Noelle tilted his head slightly, a knowing look flickering across his face before his lips curled into a small, amused smile.

Felix felt something in his chest constrict.

He turned on his heel and walked away.

Away from the family bathed in golden light.

Away from the warmth he refused to acknowledge.

Away from the thoughts that threatened to unravel everything he had built.

He was Felix the sentinel.

And he had no place in a life like that.

***

Roman lingered in the shadows, watching as Felix stood,his sharp features illuminated in the flickering glow. The omega had always been an enigma, his expressions often unreadable, his mind an intricate web of calculations and alchemical theories. Yet, in this moment, Roman could see something different—something softer in the way Felix observed the Remiro household.

There was longing in his gaze.

Felix wasn’t watching idly. No, his attention was on the warmth within the house, on the way Noelle held Mimi close, the way Thorne’s protective arm wrapped around them both . There was something wistful in the way Felix’s fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach out, to grasp at something just beyond his reach.

Roman clenched his jaw, feeling an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He had always been good at reading people, good at noticing the smallest shifts in body language and the silent emotions hidden behind careful masks. But seeing that look on Felix’s face—an expression so raw, so quietly yearning—made something twist inside him.

How long had it been since Felix had been part of something like that? Since he had let himself want it?

A shadow of something old and painful flickered across Felix’s face, but as quickly as it came, it was gone. His usual indifference settled back over him like a well-worn cloak, his sharp green eyes hardening, masking whatever vulnerability had just surfaced. And just like that, he turned and disappeared into the night.

Roman exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair, frustration knotting in his gut.

He hadn’t meant to linger in the shadows like some lovesick fool. Hadn’t meant to let himself watch Felix watching something—or someone—else. Yet here he was, standing in the cold, his mind a mess of thoughts he didn’t want to have. He unfortunately has known for years that the prickly omega was the only one for him, who unfortunately doesn’t feel the same way and observing that scene has just squeezed the hands he has around his heart tighter.