Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 215: Dream home

The early morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds welcoming the day. The secluded cabin, nestled deep within the heart of an untouched forest, stood as a quiet sanctuary, untouched by the burdens of the outside world. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting golden flecks onto the wooden porch, where a tender scene unfolded.

Noelle stood in the small kitchen, the oversized white shirt draped over his slender frame belonging to Thorne. The fabric hung loosely on him, brushing against his bare thighs as he poured himself a glass of water. He lifted it to his lips, savoring the coolness as he took slow sips, trying to shake off the strange restlessness humming beneath his skin.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly. It wasn’t his heat, nor was it Thorne’s rut, but something in the air felt different. A shift. A pull. A longing. He had woken up before dawn, too restless to sleep, his thoughts drifting to their old home on the hill. The memory clung to him, warm and bittersweet.

I want that again. I want another home like that. A place that’s truly ours.

The thought curled around his heart, soft and unshakable.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him into the solid warmth of a familiar embrace. Noelle melted into the touch without hesitation, his body instinctively recognizing its mate. He felt a gentle press of lips against his nape, soft kisses trailing along his skin. Thorne exhaled deeply, inhaling his scent as if grounding himself in it.

"You’re up early," Noelle murmured, leaning back into him, feeling safe.

"I could feel you tossing and turning," Thorne responded, his voice rough from sleep. "What’s on your mind, my beloved star?"

Noelle didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned in Thorne’s arms, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck, seeking warmth.

On rare occasions like this, he allowed himself to be babied, and Thorne, ever the willing enabler, indulged him.

With effortless strength, Thorne lifted him into his arms, and Noelle instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist. He let himself be carried, nuzzling into the crook of Thorne’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his mate. The scent of home.

Thorne carried him outside, settling onto a sturdy wooden chair on the porch. The world was still wrapped in the golden glow of morning, dewdrops clinging to the grass like scattered pearls. The air smelled fresh, untouched, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth.

They sat there in silence for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

"This place reminds you of somewhere, doesn’t it?" Thorne finally asked, his fingers lazily tracing circles along Noelle’s lower back.

Noelle murmured against his skin. "Yeah... our little home on the hill."

Thorne smiled, pressing a kiss against Noelle’s temple. "That was one of my requests when I asked Leona to find this place," he admitted.

Noelle lifted his head slightly, studying his mate’s face in the soft morning light. "Do you think life would’ve been different if we’d stayed there?" he asked, his voice quieter now, thoughtful.

Thorne leaned back in the chair, contemplating. "Hmm... I don’t know," he said honestly. "Victor would’ve been dead, my sentinels would’ve scattered, the Crown Prince might still be in power, and the Robbens would still be clinging to whatever power they had left through me."

Noelle chuckled. "And we never would’ve been separated. Never would’ve lost so much time."

Thorne nodded, his grip around Noelle tightening slightly. "Yeah. Maybe there would be local rumors about the strange couple on the hill. You would have had your garden. Maybe I’d have been a hunter or something."

At that, Noelle burst into laughter. "You? A hunter? You’d be a terrible one."

Thorne gasped in mock offense. "Excuse me, I would be an excellent hunter."

"You wouldn’t even be able to sit still long enough to catch anything!" Noelle teased, grinning down at him.

Thorne pouted. "Fine. Then what would I be?"

"You’d be the one carrying our crops to the market while I do the real work," Noelle teased, flicking a stray lock of blond hair from Thorne’s forehead.

Thorne smirked. "Sounds perfect. I’ll just sit back and let you be the breadwinner."

Noelle rolled his eyes, but the idea of that life—a quiet, simple life—was warm, tempting.

After a moment of silence, Thorne ran his fingers through Noelle’s hair. "You were restless this morning," he said. "Tell me what’s really on your mind."

Noelle sighed, sitting up slightly so he could meet Thorne’s gaze. "It’s just... I don’t dislike the Remiros. The estate is beautiful, and they’ve done their best to make me feel welcome. But..."

Thorne nodded, understanding immediately. "It’s not home."

Noelle swallowed. "Yeah. I can’t even grow anything in the garden because it doesn’t feel like it’s mine. It’s not mine."

Thorne tightened his arms around him. "I get it. I really do," he said softly. "I often feel like I’ve failed you, you know? As an alpha. I should be able to give you a stable home, but all we’ve done is move from place to place."

Noelle cupped his husband’s face, brushing a thumb over his cheek. "You haven’t failed me. Life just... doesn’t go as planned."

Thorne exhaled, resting his forehead against Noelle’s. "Then tell me. What’s your dream home?"

Noelle’s eyes lit up, excitement flickering across his face. "Oh! Okay, so... I’ve grown too accustomed to luxury," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "I want a massive castle, something like Seraphina’s Heart. A place where I can watch the sunrise and sunset from our bedroom window, with a massive balcony that overlooks everything."

Thorne listened, captivated.

"I want our bathroom to be even better than the one in Seraphina’s Heart. A giant tub, maybe even a natural hot spring. And I want a huge garden—one that spreads across the land, with an orchard where I can grow every fruit imaginable. Another one for flowers from all over the world."

Thorne’s heart ached with love, he loved to see the love of his life so animated.

"And a massive dining hall," Noelle continued. "Somewhere we can host everyone for the holidays. And a ballroom, too—so if we ever have a little omega, or for Mirelle’s eighteenth birthday, we can throw the most extravagant ball the world has ever seen."

Thorne chuckled, shaking his head in adoration. "You’re already planning a ball for her?" freewёbnoνel.com

"Of course," Noelle said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The sunlight bathed them in gold, the only two souls in the middle of an untouched paradise. In that moment, the world felt right.

Thorne pressed a kiss against his husband’s forehead.

"Then so it shall be , my star."