Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 255: Soon

Thorne POV

I run my fingers through Noelle’s silky hair, brushing a few strands from his face as he sleeps peacefully beside me. His breathing is soft, steady, his face serene in the dim morning light filtering through the windows.

I did it.

Well—almost.

The room is complete. Our room. The first truly finished part of the estate.

I glance toward the large windows, watching as the sun reflects on the endless blue of the ocean. The view stretches far and wide, the waves shimmering in the early light. It’s beautiful—just as Noelle wanted.

It still feels surreal that this is ours. That I built this place with my own hands, that Noelle will raise our children here. That soon, any day now, those children will be here. Two of them.

I swallow hard.

My hands clench unconsciously, the weight of anticipation pressing down on me. Noelle’s pregnancy has been smooth so far, but the closer we get to the birth, the more anxious I become. I try not to let it show. I try to stay calm, measured—because I know if I let my nervousness slip, Noelle will feel it too.

I don’t want him worrying.

I don’t want anything to stress him.

He’s been sleeping more often now, his body demanding more rest as the twins grow. I let him. I keep the room quiet, I chase away any disturbances, I make sure everything he could possibly need is within reach.

I’d build a fortress around this room if I could.

Hell, I might.

I sigh, running a hand down my face as I look around. The bedroom is enormous, just as Noelle had envisioned. Luxurious furniture, intricate detailing—elegance woven into every corner. The final touches still need work—a few windows, some more furnishings, a proper deep clean—but it’s ours.

The estate itself is almost finished. The main structure stands tall, solid, a monument to everything I’ve worked for. The smaller details will take time, but we live here now. This is home.

Bishop Grace arrived just a few days ago. She’s taken up residence in the small chapel we built, saying she’s too old to keep running around from place to place. I didn’t argue. Mirelle has already taken a liking to her, clinging to her side whenever she’s around.

An hour and a half away, Roman has begun his ridiculous plans.

A town. A whole town.

I should have seen this coming. Roman never does anything halfway. Once the estate was nearly done, it was inevitable that he’d turn his sights towards his plans.

And apparently, word has spread.

The Mel family has decided to move here permanently, which I don’t mind—they’re good people. Victor and Oliver too, no comment on that one. The workers who built the estate have also decided to stay, which is where the problem begins.

Because somehow—somehow—word has reached my former army.

And now, my soldiers from Aspen are arriving.

In droves.

At first, it was just a few familiar faces. Now? It’s a flood.

Soldiers I haven’t seen in years, men who fought under me, who bled for me, are showing up at my doorstep like lost dogs looking for a master.

I don’t understand where this loyalty is coming from.

I never asked for this.

I rub my temples, already feeling a headache forming.

The Sentinels—I understand. Roman, Leona, Felix, Raul—they’ve always been at my side. They’re family now, not that I will ever in my agree to that out loud.

But these others?

What do they think they’re coming here for?

For a home? A future? A leader?

I don’t know whether to be irritated or annoyed.

I glance at Noelle again, watching the way his eyelashes flutter slightly in sleep. His belly rises and falls with each breath, round and full with our children.

I sigh again, rubbing the back of my neck.

If they expect me to lead them again, they’re in for a rude awakening.

I’m retired.

I have more important things to worry about.

*

Noelle stirs against me, his warmth sinking into my skin, and I instinctively tighten my arm around him. My hand moves in slow, absent circles over his belly, a motion I’ve done countless times, one that soothes both him and me.

A knock at the door shatters the quiet.

I scowl immediately. Who the hell dares to interrupt us?

The door cracks open before I can respond.

"Thorne," Felix greets, stepping inside like he belongs here.

My glare sharpens. Irritation coils in my chest, sharp and possessive. I should throw him out.

I exhale through my nose instead, forcing myself to remain still, even as the familiar surge of protectiveness rises within me. I just want to keep Noelle in a bubble, away from everyone and everything. Safe. Untouched. Mine.

Felix, ever oblivious—or just stupidly fearless—moves closer, his expression unreadable.

I know. They think I haven’t noticed.

Not just Felix, but the others too.

The fear that once followed my name and presence has faded, replaced with something else—something infuriating.

Familiarity.

Comfort.

Blame Noelle.

He softened me, wormed his way into my heart, made a home there, and now everyone treats me like a normal person.

It’s unsettling.

Felix, especially, has become bolder over the months. Roman teases me openly. Raul—Raul!—has no problem making sarcastic remarks in my presence.

Even Leona, who once regarded me with caution, barely flinches when I enter a room.

They all know.

They all know that I would burn the world to ashes for Noelle and that he has me completely under his control.

And I hate that.

But I wouldn’t change a damn thing either.

Felix stops at the foot of the bed, tilting his head slightly, as if amused by the tension radiating from me. "You look like you’re debating whether or not to kill me," he muses. freewebnσvel.cøm

I don’t bother denying it.

"Maybe I am."

Felix smirks. Cocky bastard. What is Roman doing not taking control? Who am I kidding, I’m sure Roman is definitely like me, not the one wearing the pants in the relationship.

"Felix," Noelle interjects, his voice soft and warm, but I catch the amusement underneath.

He enjoys this. My irritation. My possessiveness. He thinks it’s funny.

Noelle shifts, pushing himself up, and I immediately move to help him, arranging the pillows and making sure he’s comfortable before leaning back against the headboard.

Felix watches the whole thing with that damn knowing expression.

Noelle finally settles, then turns to Felix, green eyes sharp with anticipation.

"It’s done?"

I glance down at him, something uneasy stirring in my chest.

Felix nods, the corner of his mouth twitching into something akin to satisfaction.

That’s never a good sign.

"It worked?" Noelle presses, his fingers tightening around the sheets.

Felix’s smirk deepens. "Yes. He’s currently exhibiting all the symptoms."

A pause.

Something passes between them.

An understanding. A secret.

And I don’t like it.

For months, they’ve been working on something behind my back. Duke Veyron.

The bastard has been locked away, hidden in a secured room on the ship. I know this much.

I know Felix has been the only one allowed in and out, bringing him food—and other things.

Suspicious things.

Potions. Herbs. Poisons?

And Noelle, my husband, the father of my children, my soft-spoken star, has been orchestrating something.

I hate being left out.

I hate the secrecy.

And most of all—