Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 210: Raul’s complaints

I have made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.

I should have never agreed to this bet.

Losing was inevitable, sure, but this? This was a punishment worse than death.

With a deep, long-suffering sigh, I grip the reins a little tighter, trying my hardest to ignore the very, very explicit sounds coming from the carriage behind me.

The problem isn’t even that Thorne and Noelle are at it like wild animals—no, I’ve long since accepted that those two are hopeless when it comes to self-control. The problem is that I am the one stuck listening to it.

I click my tongue and flick the reins harder, urging the horses to move faster. The sooner we get to the estate, the sooner this torment will be over.

Roman and Felix are no help. Those two are off in their own little world, completely useless now that they’ve figured out whatever thing they have going on. It’s honestly a miracle they managed to keep it a secret for this long.

Then there’s Leona.

Leona, who might as well be a ghost for how rarely she appears. No, really. She’s like a shadow, slipping in and out of places without a trace. Sometimes I swear she’s standing right behind me, only to turn around and find nothing but empty space. It’s unsettling as hell.

And then there’s me.

Me, sitting here, driving this godforsaken carriage, while my boss defiles his husband in the backseat.

Life is unfair.

I groan and press my forehead against the reins for a brief second before straightening again.

Maybe it’s time.

Maybe I should just accept that I, too, might need to start looking for something normal. Everyone else is moving on, settling down, finding something to hold onto beyond the battlefield.

Felix and Roman, despite their apparent secrecy, have clearly found something in each other.

The bosss finger, as he always has been.

Leona... well, who knows? She could be married with five kids for all I know, and we’d still never find out.

And me?

I sigh, glancing up at the road ahead.

Maybe I should see a matchmaker.

Never in my life did I think I would ever be considering something as mundane as marriage. If you had asked me years ago what my future looked like, I would have said something along the lines of dying on the battlefield or being poisoned in some noble’s political game.

But somehow, against all odds, I’m still here. We are all still here.Maybe it’s time to start thinking beyond just surviving.

Just as that thought crosses my mind, a particularly loud thud and a very inappropriate sound echo from behind me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for patience.

I hate my life.

*

After two grueling, mentally scarring hours of listening to my boss make another child, we finally—finally—arrive at the destination.

I almost weep in relief.

Leona, as always, came through with the location. I don’t know how she found this place, but I’m not about to question it. It’s in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and far, far away from civilization—which is exactly what these two need.

I take a deep breath, exhaling my stress. The sooner I leave, the better.

The cabin itself is surprisingly well-kept, considering how old it looks. From the way it’s structured, it’s definitely one of those noble "secret mistress" hideouts—probably used by some lord to keep his extramarital affairs hidden. The thought is amusing, considering that it’s now being used by my overly clingy, insatiable boss and his equally insatiable husband.

We did what we could to clean it up and stock it with food, though I highly doubt they’ll be eating anything other than each other.I shake my head, rubbing my temples.

I need a long, long bath after this. Maybe a drink. Maybe even two.

The moment the carriage stops, Thorne practically rips the door open, stepping out with the kind of urgency that makes me deeply uncomfortable. He doesn’t even acknowledge me—he just turns, scoops Noelle up into his arms like some love-drunk beast, and carries him straight inside the cabin.

I watch as the door slams shut behind them.

There’s a beat of silence.

Then, a very distinct sound echoes from inside.

I shut my eyes.I take a deep breath.

I exhale.

I grip the reins of the carriage and, without another second of hesitation, turn that thing around so fast I might as well be fleeing from a battlefield.

I am not staying. What I am doing is getting the hell out of here before I lose any more brain cells.

Roman better buy me a drink after this.Roman owes me so much for this.

I should’ve known better than to take a bet from that slippery bastard. But noooo, I had to let my ego get the better of me, and now here I am—stuck as the unwilling driver of my boss’s personal love nest getaway.

A fate worse than death.

I grimace, gripping the reins a little tighter as I urge the horses forward.I’ll be back in a few days to check for life, but only because I have to. Not because I want to.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they forgot about basic human needs like food or water. At the rate they were going in the carriage, I doubt they’ll even step outside that cabin until the walls start crumbling from overuse.

The moment I hear a particularly loud sound from inside the now cursed cabin, I curse under my breath and snap the reins sharply.

The horses immediately pick up speed, as if sensing my desperation, refusing to suffer through another second of this.

I should have been suspicious when Roman suggested the bet with that knowing smirk of his, but, in my defense, I’ve never been the smartest.

Clearly.

Because now, I’m scarred for life, and my pride is in shambles.

I don’t care what it takes, but when I return, I’m dragging Roman here by force if I have to. It’s his turn to suffer.

I don’t look back.

Not once.

The wheels of the carriage rumble against the dirt road as I put as much distance between myself and that cursed cabin as possible.

I try to focus on the rhythmic clopping of the horses’ hooves, but it doesn’t do much to drown out the lingering echoes of what I just endured. freēwēbnovel.com