Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 236: Anomaly

"So...," a voice drawls behind me, barely containing amusement.

I already know who it is.

"Shut it," I snap, scowling at my reflection as I dab the balm over my swollen face, ignoring the deepening black eye and the bump forming at my temple.

Fuck me.

I had no idea Noelle could punch like that. I thought I knew all of his strengths, his skills, the way he moved in battle. But apparently, pregnancy rage unlocked a whole new level of superhuman strength.

Behind me, I hear a muffled snort.

I turn slowly from the mirror, narrowing my eyes at Roman, who has the audacity to be grinning. He tries to wipe the smirk off his face, clearing his throat and attempting to look serious, but the glint in his eyes betrays him.

I glare. He shrugs, completely unapologetic.

I exhale sharply and return to my very undignified task of nursing my wounds. The balm stings as I rub it over my cheek, and I flinch slightly. Damn it.

Definitely not the reaction I expected when telling my beloved husband that he was pregnant with twins.

I had imagined joy. Tears, laughter, maybe some passionate love-making to celebrate.

What I did not expect was to be on the brink of death.

To make things worse, Noelle himself handed me this balm with a huff and told me to "fix my face" because apparently, it’s one of the things he likes about me?

I genuinely have no idea what the fuck is going on anymore.

A soft, happy babble echoes through the room, breaking my train of thought.

I immediately turn away from my reflection and grab Mimi from Roman’s arms, holding my daughter close as if she’s my last lifeline.

She coos at me, tiny hands patting at my bruised cheek, as if inspecting the damage herself.

I sigh. "You still love me, don’t you, sweetheart?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.

Mimi giggles, and for a brief moment, I feel safe again.

Roman, still struggling to contain his laughter, watches me with barely disguised glee.

I shoot him a warning glance. "I swear to Elaris’, I’ll ask Felix to make you bald."

Roman chokes on his laughter.

"Yeah, we’ll see what’s funny then," I mutter, smirking as I cradle Mimi protectively and head toward the garden.

—

Mid-morning sunlight bathes the estate in golden warmth, spilling over the neatly manicured gardens in soft beams of light.

And there, beneath the grand willow tree, stands Noelle.

The gentle breeze stirs his raven-black hair, the strands catching the sunlight in a way that makes them shimmer like silk. His green eyes glow softly in the dappled light, reflecting the endless hues of the garden around him.

For a moment, I forget the pain in my face.

Forget the chaos of the morning.

He’s so beautiful it’s almost unfair.

Like some ethereal being had descended from the heavens just to grace this garden.

Then, he turns, locking eyes with me.

And my heart drops all over again.

I love him.

I love him so much it’s unbearable.

He pouts.

My knees almost give out, how does he still have this effect on me even after years.

Elaris help me.

I swallow thickly and take a cautious step forward.

"I brought armor," I announce, lifting Mimi up as a human shield once I get close enough. "Pretty impervious."

Noelle watches me, an amused smile playing at his lips.

The coast is clear. Safe to approach. I hope.

Carefully—so carefully—I lower Mimi into one arm and pull Noelle close with the other, curling my fingers around his waist.

And then, before he can change his mind—

I kiss him.Soft. Deep. Desperate.

His lips are warm, familiar, everything I need in this world.

Noelle hums against my mouth, his fingers curling into the front of my shirt, grounding me in his warmth.

Heavens.

My husband could cut off both my legs, and I would still crawl back to him.

***

Rhett stands a few paces away, arms crossed, his brows furrowed as he observes the scene unfolding before him.

He doesn’t quite understand what he’s looking at.

Thorne—General Alden, a man whose name alone strikes fear into the hearts of enemies—is currently being...

manhandled.

By his much smaller, much more delicate-looking husband. Well not exactly delicate, remembering the fiasco earlier today.

It’s a bizarre sight.

In every relationship Rhett has ever witnessed—his parents, his older brother and sister-in-law—the men(or alphas)have always been the dominant figures, the pillars of strength. His father commands their household with an a sort of iron will. His brother holds quiet authority in his marriage.

But here, with them rules seem to bend.

Thorne, one of the strongest man Rhett has ever met—perhaps even stronger than his own father—is practically melting under the weight of Noelle’s glare.

And he looks... happy.

Like he wouldn’t trade this dynamic for anything in the world. He doesn’t understand it.

Rhett is so lost in thought, so utterly baffled by the entire situation, that Mona’s voice beside him nearly makes him jump.

"My brother says if I don’t find a man that will treat me like that, then I shouldn’t get married."

She speaks so suddenly, so matter-of-factly, that it takes him a second to register her words.

Rhett blinks, tearing his gaze away from Thorne, who is currently rubbing Noelle’s lower back and murmuring something apologetic while Noelle clearly debates whether or not to forgive him.

"...I think my brother is an anomaly," Rhett mutters, still struggling to process what he’s witnessing.

"Then I won’t get married."

Mona states it like a fact, as if she’s just decided her entire future in a single breath.

And then—

She stomps off.

Rhett blinks after her, thrown completely off balance.

He watches her retreating figure, sighing before following behind at a slower pace.

"Whoever ends up falling for that girl," he mutters under his breath, "good luck."

Because whomever they are, they clearly have their work cut out for them.