Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 223: Unwanted visitor

I sit at my desk, staring at the map laid out before me. My fingers drum against the surface, my mind running through the details. The Remiro estate has been tolerable, but it’s never felt like home—not truly. It’s not ours, not mine and Noelle’s. It belongs to another family, another legacy, and while Duke Remiro has extended every courtesy, I can’t shake the feeling that we need to leave.

Especially now.

I glance at my marked locations, each one a secluded island off the coast of Vitra, technically still part of the kingdom. But with Remiro holding so much influence, and once the king is gone, securing land for ourselves will be easy. And I need this. Not just for me, but for Noelle, for Mimi, for the family we’re building.

My gaze flickers toward the parchment holding my notes. There’s an overwhelming likelihood that Noelle is pregnant again. His heat, my rut—it was different this time. More intense, more consuming. It has to have taken.

And this time, no one will take that experience away from us.

I push back from my desk, standing abruptly. I need to speak with Duke Remiro. If I play my cards right, securing one of these islands will be a simple matter of negotiations, and by the time our second child is born, we’ll have a home that belongs to us.

I stride down the hallway, my steps purposeful. The estate is quiet at this hour, most of the household either resting or going about their duties. As I near Remiro’s office, however, the hushed yet heated conversation filtering through the heavy doors tells me that the duke is not alone.

I pause just before knocking, my instincts sharpening. Whoever is inside, Remiro doesn’t sound pleased. His tone is sharp, clipped, and while I can’t make out the exact words, there’s a tension to it that immediately puts me on edge.

A small scowl tugs at my lips, and I rap my knuckles against the door—a firm, deliberate knock.

No response.

I exhale sharply, patience already fraying at the edges. Instead of waiting, I push the door open and step inside, only for my mood to sour immediately at the sight before me.

Noelle’s so-called father.

Duke Veyron.

The moment my eyes land on him, my body stiffens, the distaste settling deep in my gut like poison. He sits there, too comfortably, too at ease for a man who should be bowing in shame for everything he’s done. He’s the reason Noelle grew up without knowing his true lineage, the reason Noelle’s mother suffered alone. And yet here he is, slithering his way back into the picture like he has any right to claim anything.

I don’t even try to mask my scowl.

"Well," I say, my voice thick with sarcasm, "if I had known this was a family reunion, I would’ve brought refreshments."

Duke Veyron tilts his head, offering me an almost amused smirk, as if he finds my presence entertaining. "General Alden," he greets smoothly, his voice oozing with that aristocratic arrogance that makes me want to punch him in the face. "How delightful of you to join us."

Remiro sighs heavily from his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose as if physically pained by the situation. "Thorne," he acknowledges me without looking up. "Now’s not exactly the best time."

"Really?" I say, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like a fantastic time to ask why this is still breathing near my family."

"Last time I recall, my husband asked you to leave." I say to the unwanted visitor.

Veyron’s smirk falters slightly, but he quickly regains himself. "That was weeks ago," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "Surely he’s calmed down by now."

"He hasn’t," I say, my voice as cold as steel. "Leave."

Veyron studies me, and I can see it in his gaze—the gears turning, weighing his options. He still thinks he holds authority here, that just because he sired Noelle, he has some claim to him.

Then he scoffs, a sharp huff of amusement.

"Oh, you’re serious." He shakes his head, his expression twisting with condescension. "The great general or so I’ve heard, bending to the whims of a little omega. Clearly, he has you by the balls."

I don’t remember deciding to move.

One second he’s talking, the next, he’s slammed against the far wall so hard the paintings shake.

A startled grunt leaves him, the air punched from his lungs.

Veyron gasps as invisible hands squeeze around his throat, pinning him in place, feet dangling inches off the floor.

I step forward slowly, deliberately, the weight of my power filling the room.

His hands claw at his neck, his face turning red, then purple, eyes bulging with panic.

"Thorne," Remiro sighs, sounding completely unbothered. "At least give me the courtesy of removing him myself before you redecorate my office."

I don’t answer.

Because I’m not done yet.

I release Veyron suddenly, and he drops like a sack of stones, crashing onto the floor in an ungraceful heap. He gasps, wheezing for air, hands still clutching at his throat.

Before he can recover, I yank him up again, this time slamming him down onto the ground, his bones rattling under the impact.

A scream rips from his throat.

Good.

I crouch down, grabbing him by the front of his expensive robes, yanking him up so we’re face to face.

"I don’t give a fuck who you are," I growl, my voice low, steady, dangerous. "You will not speak about my husband like that ever again."

Veyron’s lips part, eyes wide, terrified.

I slam him down once more, for good measure.

A strangled whimper escapes him.

I lean in, voice dropping to a whisper. "The next time you disrespect him in my presence, I will gut you where you stand. And I am not kidding."

The color drains from his face.He slumps against the floor, groaning in pain, struggling to sit upright.

I push myself to my feet, straightening my clothes.

Remiro watches the whole exchange with thinly veiled amusement. Like he was expecting something exactly like this to happen.

He sighs.

"Well," he says, taking a sip from his glass. "That could have gone worse." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

I shoot him a look.

He merely raises a brow. "What? At least you didn’t kill him."

Yet.