Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 196: Peace

I smile at Noelle, who glares at me with flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes. I can’t help but chuckle softly. Maybe I did go a little overboard earlier—in the bathroom, no less. But I can’t resist my husband, not when he’s so stunning, so perfect in every way.

He doesn’t say anything as he checks on Mimi, who’s sound asleep in her crib, tiny and peaceful. Once satisfied, he turns and climbs into bed, slipping effortlessly into my waiting arms.

"Still mad at me, my star?" I tease, letting my fingers trail up to the delicate choker adorning his neck. The cool material contrasts with the warmth of his skin, and I can’t resist brushing my thumb over it.

Noelle remains silent, his lips pressed together in that stubborn way of his, but his eyes betray him.

"It’s unfair to blame me," I continue, a grin tugging at my lips, "when you were a very willing participant, you know."

"Ha. Ha." His sarcasm is sharp, but it only makes me adore him more.

The lamp casts a soft golden glow across his face, highlighting his features—his sharp cheekbones, his tousled hair, and those mesmerizing green eyes that seem to hold entire galaxies. My teasing fades as I stare at him, overwhelmed by the sheer depth of my love for him.

"I love you," I say, my voice low but steady, every word carrying the weight of my feelings.

His green eyes soften, flickering with a mix of curiosity and something else, something tender. I shift closer to him, closing the space between us, and press a kiss to his forehead.

In that moment, I feel him melt into me, his body relaxing, his barriers slipping away. My beloved star, always so guarded outside but definitely not that way with me.

I pull him tighter against me, letting his warmth seep into my chest. He sighs, the sound so gentle it tugs at my heart.

Noelle doesn’t say it back—not with words—but the way he clings to me, the way his breathing slows as he nestles closer, tells me everything I need to know.

*

I watch as Rhett’s telekinesis improves, the teenage boy’s brow furrowed in concentration as he moves a stone from one end of the garden to the other with nothing but his mind. His focus is sharp, his control steadier than it was a few weeks ago. He’s come a long way.

I lean back on the bench, observing his progress with a quiet sense of pride. Every detail of his practice stays with me, etched in my mind. Someday, if I have children with this ability, I’ll want to do an even better job helping them learn.

"He’s gotten better," Noelle says softly, breaking my thoughts. He’s seated next to me, his hands folded neatly in his lap, watching Rhett with the same quiet attentiveness.

I glance at him, noting the way the sunlight dances in his hair and how calm he looks. A few feet away, Mona plays with Mimi, their laughter ringing softly through the garden. It’s a peaceful moment, one of those rare instances where everything feels... right.

"It’s thanks to my excellent tutelage," I say, a grin tugging at my lips as I tilt my chin with mock arrogance.

Noelle snorts, the sound making me smile wider. "Sure, let’s call it that," he teases, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

"You doubt my methods?" I ask, feigning offense as I nudge his shoulder gently.

"Let’s just say your methods are... unique."

I chuckle at that, the sound light and easy, and turn my attention back to Rhett. He’s still focused, the stone floating shakily but steadily.

"I’ll take unique as a compliment," I say, glancing back at Noelle, who’s smiling faintly now.

This peace—the laughter of the kids, the warmth of the sun, Noelle sitting beside me—its all I need.

Ruining my moment of peace is the looming presence of Roman. He’s standing at the edge of the garden, his sharp gaze scanning the scene like he’s searching for something—or someone—to unsettle. His stiff posture and the faint crease in his brow are enough to tell me he’s here for business, not pleasantries.

I let out a low sigh, trying to hold onto the last shreds of this fleeting tranquility. My gaze shifts to Noelle, who’s still watching the children play, unaware of Roman’s arrival.

Before he notices, I lean in and kiss his temple, lingering a little longer than usual, as if to anchor myself in this moment. His warmth, his scent, the way he leans ever so slightly into the touch—it all reminds me why I fight so hard to protect this.

"What was that for?" Noelle asks softly, glancing up at me with curious green eyes.

"For existing," I reply, my voice quiet but sincere. I brush a strand of his hair behind his ear, savoring the way he looks at me like I’ve just said something ridiculous and endearing all at once.

Standing up, I cast one last glance at Noelle and the children. His soft laughter and the sound of Mimi’s giggles fill the air, grounding me before I step away.

With measured steps, I walk towards Roman, keeping my expression neutral. As soon as we’re far enough from the garden, I let my irritation show.

"This better be important," I say, crossing my arms as I fix him with a pointed stare.

"Yeah, we found him," Roman says, his tone casual but his words laced with significance.

That immediately piques my interest. "Leona must have worked overtime," I respond, a trace of admiration for her resourcefulness slipping into my voice.

Roman gives a slight shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might be the ghost of a smirk. "She always does."

We fall into step, making our way toward the front of the estate. The crisp air carries the scent of the gardens, but it’s overshadowed by the hum of tension that’s now settled over me.

As we round the corner, I spot the carriage waiting at the edge of the estate’s courtyard. The horses, sleek and well-trained, paw impatiently at the ground, their breath visible in the cool morning air. A pair of guards stands nearby, their postures straight and their eyes sharp, as if sensing the weight of the moment.

Roman walks ahead of me, his boots crunching against the gravel path. "He’s inside," he says simply, gesturing toward the carriage with a tilt of his head.