Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 250: Decision

Rhett POV

We tuck Mimi into bed, her tiny form curled up beneath the thick blankets. She barely stirs, completely knocked out. A full day of running around with the other children had exhausted her, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

With careful steps, I close the door behind us, nodding to Mona as we quietly make our way down the corridor.

And that’s when it happens.

"Harder!"

The words echo from behind a closed door.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.

I speed walk so fast down the hallway, dragging Mona with me as if the ghosts of my ancestors are chasing me.

She lets out a surprised squeak, nearly tripping over her own feet, but I don’t stop. I refuse to stop. We need to leave immediately.

By the time we reach the upper deck, my pulse is still racing, not from exertion but from pure, unfiltered secondhand embarrassment.

We find Raul and Roman seated at a small wooden table, playing cards. Raul looks incredibly focused, while Roman has that smirk—that cunning, I’m-going-to-ruin-your-life smirk—on his face.

"So, let go of me." Mona’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I blink and realize I’m still gripping her wrist.

I release her immediately, stuffing my hands into my pockets as if I can physically shove away the trauma.

"So," Mona tilts her head, curiosity in her eyes. "Why did you walk so fast?"

I stare at her.

My eye twitches.

Nope.

"No reason," I lie smoothly and turn away, already plotting my escape.

Unfortunately for me, Mona is like a starved hawk circling a helpless rabbit.

"Is it because of what we heard?" she prods, stepping in front of me, her tiny frame blocking my path like a boulder.

I refuse to respond.

I will not acknowledge this conversation.

I speed up.

She matches my pace.

"Don’t worry about it," she says way too casually. "They’re always like that when they lock themselves in the room."

I trip.

She smirks.

I hate it here.

"What is it anyway?" she asks, pure innocence plastered across her face.

I visibly struggle.

"Nothing," I grit out. "Something only adults and married people should know."

Mona hums, tilting her head. "How odd. Roman and Felix aren’t married, though."

I stumble again.

The devil herself grins.

She plants her hands on her waist, puffing out her chest proudly. "And I’m turning thirteen soon. I’ll be an adult soon."

I snort.

Loudly.

She glares.

It’s adorable, actually. I have to fight the powerful urge to pinch her cheeks.

"So, what is it?" she demands, tapping her foot impatiently.

Before I can suffer any further, Mona suddenly lifts off the ground, flailing.

Roman has plucked her up like a misbehaving kitten.

"That’s enough, little devil," he says way too amused. "Don’t tease the poor boy any more."

Mona crosses her arms, pouting.

"She was just messing with you . It’s unfortunate, but she is smart, and given her origins, of course she knows." Roman adds on.

Oh.

Right.

Most of the time, I forget that Mona isn’t just another spoiled noble girl. She lived a hard life before she came here.

Roman adjusts his hold on her—carrying her like an actual sack of potatoes.

"Want to go scam some people, little devil?" Roman asks, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Mona’s pout instantly vanishes. Her eyes light up.

"Let’s go."

Without hesitation, Roman turns on his heel, carrying his Mona-sized loot bag as if she weighs nothing.

I stare after them for a full three seconds before my feet start moving on their own.

I chase after the duo, unable to help myself.

***

Felix POV

I lean against the railing, watching as Roman descends with Mona still dangling in his grasp, and Rhett trailing behind them like a lost puppy.

Does the boy even realize he’s doing it?

It’s honestly adorable.

The way his feet subtly shift in the same direction Mona moves, how his gaze flickers to her every few seconds, how he adjusts his steps to match hers—and the best part?

He has no idea.

One day, realization will smack him in the face like a well-aimed slap.

And I plan to enjoy every second of it.

I smirk to myself, crossing my arms as I shift my gaze to Roman.

Our ambiguous relationship.

The thing we’ve been postponing, avoiding, sidestepping, shoving under the rug like a conveniently forgotten chore.

I know I have to make a decision soon.

I can’t keep leading him on like this.

It’s not fair.

But... it’s just so damn difficult.

Why did Roman have to go and ruin a perfectly good arrangement by wanting something more?

I call it the Thorne and Noelle effect.

Spending so much time around them—watching how pathetically in love they are, how sickeningly perfect their bond is—it messes with a person’s perception. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Makes them think they want the same thing.

That they could have the same thing.

It’s a lie.

A delusion.

And yet—Roman believes in it.

Not Raul, though.

That idiot is fully committed to his future dream of having three or four wives.

Three or four.

Not one.

Not two.

This greedy bastard is aiming for a full collection.

I sigh, rubbing my temples at the thought.

"You’re overthinking again," a familiar voice drawls beside me.

I glance over and find Leona standing there, arms crossed, amusement dancing in her sharp eyes.

Of course, she’d notice.

I roll my eyes. "I’m always overthinking. It’s part of my charm."

She snorts. "More like part of your constant state of denial."

I open my mouth to deny that, but then I realize—that would prove her point.

Damn it.

Before I can come up with a witty retort, my attention flickers back to Roman.

His smug face, his lazy confidence, the way he tosses Mona over his shoulder like she’s a sack of gold.

And something tugs at my chest.

Something uncomfortable.

Something I refuse to name.

"You’re running out of time, Felix," Leona says casually, as if she’s talking about the weather and not the tangled mess of my emotions.

I say nothing.

Because she’s right.