Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 252: Interruption of peace

Thorne POV

For a brief, fleeting second, the world seems to slow.

Noelle moves like he belongs to something beyond us—something ancient and divine. In his wake, vines curl up the stone walls, tiny blossoms unfolding as if drawn by his very presence.

The soft glow of the sunlight catches in the strands of his raven-black hair, making it shimmer with hints of deep blue. His green eyes, vibrant and full of life, flick toward me, twinkling in the daylight.

I swear, he looks like a fairy who stepped right out of Elaris’ own garden.

The jewel on his collar catches the light, a soft glimmer that dances over his skin. The very same collar I placed around his neck, a declaration to the world that he belongs to me and I to him. He lifts a delicate brow at my staring, his lips quirking slightly in amusement before he turns away once more.

Gods, I wish I could freeze this moment.

Just hold it, as it is—perfect and untouchable.

The way his figure moves so effortlessly, the way his very existence seems to bring life to everything around him, the way the wind plays with his hair like it’s reaching for something sacred.

Noelle pauses mid-step, sensing something in the air. His fingers skim one of the vines, coaxing the flower to bloom fully beneath his touch. His expression softens for just a moment before he speaks without looking back.

"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to walk with me?"

The words break my trance, and I let out a low chuckle, stepping forward to close the space between us.

"Maybe you shouldn’t be so enchanting, my beloved star."

I respond smoothly, taking his hand in mine. His skin is warm, soft, and familiar—fitting perfectly against my calloused palm.

Noelle rolls his eyes, but the way his lips twitch tells me he’s amused.

"Don’t you ever get tired of these cheesy words?" he teases, but there’s no real bite to it.

He turns, tugging me along with him, and I follow without hesitation.

"Never."

I answer simply, because how could I? Every day I wake up beside him, and every day I am reminded of just how much I love him. If I don’t tell him, if I don’t say it every chance I get, I fear I might burst from the weight of it.

His fingers tighten briefly around mine, and in that small gesture, I know—he feels it too.

The soft rustling of leaves follows our steps, the vines weaving themselves along the stone walls, forming patterns only Noelle could create. I glance at them and then back at him. A vision of beauty, power, and grace, yet so utterly unaware of how deeply he has changed my world.

I should pray to Elaris. Not for guidance, not for protection.

But to express my gratitude.

For leading me to him.

For giving me something so precious, I never want to let go.

*

I had a feeling something would go wrong.

So when I see him standing there, waiting, smug, as if he has any right to breathe the same air as my husband, the rage that I’ve barely kept contained flares up like a wildfire.

I swing off my horse, my boots sinking into the damp sand as I move toward him, slow and deliberate. He doesn’t run. He doesn’t even flinch.

He should.

Veyron stands under the shade of a sprawling tree, the coastal breeze making the ruffles on his ostentatious coat sway lightly. A man so wrapped in his own self-importance that he doesn’t even recognize when he’s a lamb standing before a wolf.

I tilt my head, considering him.

"I’m sure I warned you the last time?"

My voice is calm. Too calm.

He barely acknowledges my words, simply huffing as he adjusts his cuffs, as if I’m nothing more than a nuisance he can brush away.

"I merely wish to be in my son’s life," he says with an air of nonchalance, as if he’s doing something noble.

I don’t think.

I don’t need to.

My body moves before my mind even registers the decision.

My hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around his throat in a vice grip, and I lift him clean off the ground. His feet dangle in the air, kicking out uselessly, sand scattering beneath him as he flails.

A choked gasp leaves his lips.

Finally.

That smug expression crumbles into something far more satisfying—fear.

I squeeze. Hard.

His fingers claw weakly at my wrist, struggling, fighting, but it’s pointless. I feel the pulse beneath my grip, the frantic hammering of his heartbeat against his fragile throat, the wheezing of his breath as I begin to rob him of it.

He looks at me, eyes wide, realization hitting him far too late.

I tighten my hold, savoring the way his body twitches, the way realization dawns on him—he thought I was just some soldier who got lucky. He thought that because he was a duke, because he held power in the kingdom, that he was untouchable.

He thought wrong.

The only reason I let him live last time was because of Remiro, nothing can stop me here I have full authority.

My fingers tighten, watching with cold detachment as his face changes color, from red to purple, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for water. His struggles grow weaker, his limbs twitching, his body jerking.

He’s going to die.

Good.

Dead men don’t cause problems.

"Thorne."

A single word.

A single voice.

Soft. Familiar. His.

I freeze.

My grip remains firm, my breathing slow and even, but the heat of my rage falters, flickering like a candle in the wind.

"Let him go," Noelle says.

I don’t turn. I don’t look at him.

Because I know if I do—if I see those green eyes looking at me with quiet understanding, with patience, with that unwavering belief in me—I will obey.

And I don’t want to.

Because this man deserves to die.

I stare into Veyron’s bulging, bloodshot eyes, watching the way his mouth gapes soundlessly, his body barely twitching now.

I could crush his throat right now.

I could end him.

But Noelle is still there. Watching. Waiting.

I take a slow, deep breath.

And then—

I release my grip.

Veyron crumples onto the sand in a heap, coughing violently, gasping like a drowning man breaking the surface of the ocean. freewebnøvel.com

I step back, flexing my fingers, rolling my shoulders, forcing the tension out of my body.

It doesn’t work.

My blood still burns.

I still want to finish this.