Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 243: All I’ve ever wanted

Noelle’s POV

I blink open my eyes, momentarily disoriented by my location . The soft fabric of Thorne’s shirt brushes against my cheek, the steady warmth of his body pressed against mine. The faint scent of him—clean, familiar, and grounding—lingers in the small space.

When my vision clears, I find myself staring directly into Thorne’s blue eyes. He’s already looking at me, a quiet amusement flickering in them.

"When did you get here?" I mumble, nuzzling deeper into his arms, refusing to fully wake up just yet.

His hold tightens around me, arms strong, secure. There is no place in the world safer than this, wrapped in the quiet strength of my mate. His sheer physical power has always been something undeniable, but when he holds me like this, I feel none of its weight—only the gentleness he reserves for me.

"Just a couple of minutes ago," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

His fingers brush through my hair, tucking a few stray strands behind my ear. The soft touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I hum, content.

"You can go back to sleep," he adds, shifting slightly to adjust me against him, making sure I’m comfortable.

My lips curl into a lazy smile. I know exactly what he’s doing.

"Hmmmnnn," I drawl sleepily, my voice laced with amusement, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."

Thorne stills for a fraction of a second, then smoothly responds, "What do you mean?"

I let out a small chuckle, turning my head just enough to see his face properly.

"You’re running away from work, aren’t you?"

His expression remains neutral, unreadable to most. But I’ve spent years by his side. I can see the faint flicker of guilt in his eyes, the briefest hesitation before he gives me a perfectly deadpan response.

"No."

I stare at him.

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Then I laugh, softly and fully, my body shaking slightly against his chest.

"How believable."

Thorne exhales, the sound somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle, but he doesn’t deny it.

I trace my fingers absently over the fabric of his sleeve, feeling the firm muscles beneath, the sheer unmovable strength of him.

And yet, despite all of that, he holds me so carefully, as if I am something infinitely precious.

I exhale, relaxing fully into his warmth.

Thorne leans his head back against the cushioned seat, his fingers never stopping their slow caresses through my hair. His presence anchors me, a constant, steady force in my life.

"Do you need anything?" he asks, his voice low, almost hesitant.

I shake my head slightly, my fingers curling lightly into the front of his shirt.

"Just this."

His arms tighten around me again, his touch silent reassurance. If I truly wanted, I know we could stay like this for hours.

But—

"You really do need to go back to work," I murmur, my voice half teasing, half serious.

Thorne groans dramatically, burying his face against my hair, his hold tightening like a child refusing to let go of his favorite blanket. His deep sigh fans over my skin, and I feel the weight of his entire body leaning against me, as if I could somehow shield him from the responsibilities waiting outside this carriage.

"Can I just stay with you?" he mutters, his voice muffled, his arms smothering me in an embrace that I know is more for his comfort than mine.

I huff a small laugh, shaking my head, but I don’t push him away. Instead, I reach up and stroke my fingers through his blonde hair, letting the silky strands slide between my fingers. He relaxes slightly, sighing again.

"Nooo," I drawl, pinching his arm playfully, though it’s utterly ineffective against his solid build.

"Who was the one who talked all that big talk about building a home, huh?"

Thorne grumbles, shifting against me but refusing to pull away just yet.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, his voice low and reluctant, like a man being forced to leave paradise. Then, in a complete turn, he straightens up suddenly, his blue eyes bright with mischief. "Speaking of staying true to my word—we’ve got several rooms that are complete."

Before I can process what he’s saying, he scoops me up effortlessly.

I gasp, then giggle, clinging onto his shoulders as he lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all.

"You’re ridiculous," I murmur, but I can’t help the way my smile widens when he carries me out of the carriage.

Thorne smirks down at me, the expression so boyish, so completely at ease, that it makes my heart squeeze painfully in my chest.

Because even though he’s one of the strongest men in the world, even though he’s led armies and wars, right now—

Right now, he’s just my husband.

And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.

The second we step outside the carriage, a wave of warm air hits me, carrying the scent of sawdust, fresh stone, and the salty ocean breeze. The constant hum of work continues all around us—hammers against wood, the murmur of workers discussing logistics, the distant call of men organizing supplies.

I peer over Thorne’s shoulder, and my breath catches slightly.

From this vantage point, I can see it—our home, our sanctuary, finally taking shape.

The structure is nearly complete, its grand walls standing tall against the backdrop of the vivid blue sky. Sunlight glints off massive stained-glass windows, some still unfinished, while teams of ability users and craftsmen carefully install the final touches. Just yesterday no windows were installed.

I stare, momentarily speechless, feeling something thick and warm lodge in my throat. I won’t cry. Maybe.

Thorne notices immediately.

He adjusts his grip, holding me a little closer.

With Thorne’s large, protective arm draped over me, we walk toward the towering structure that is quickly becoming our home. His warmth radiates through me, grounding me in a way that makes everything else—the noise, the dust, the organized chaos of construction—fade into the background.

The scent of fresh-cut wood and stone fills the air as we step onto the newly paved pathway leading to the entrance. The closer we get, the more details emerge—the intricately carved columns, the half-finished balcony railings, the large arched doorways that will soon hold grand double doors.