Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 204: Gossip

"I think otherwise. I think she was brave for leaving behind everything she’d ever known to raise me on her own," I say firmly, my voice steady, but my anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Veyron scoffs, an arrogant smirk pulling at his lips. "Please, it was a foolish decision. Mirelle was always the dreamer, talking about love and mates, clinging to fairytales. So naive. All I had to do was say a couple of sweet words, and she believed me—"

"Stop," I snap, cutting him off. My fists clench at my sides as my heart races with barely contained fury.

He pauses, his smirk faltering slightly. "Look, I—"

"Leave," I interrupt, my voice sharp and final. The air around us seems to still, thick with tension.

"Sorry, I shouldn’t have—"

"I said leave," I repeat, my tone laced with a warning. My eyes lock onto his, daring him to continue.

For a moment, he stands there, his pride bruised. Then, with a shallow shrug, he raises his hands in mock surrender and turns to walk away. The sight of his smug demeanor is like fuel to the fire burning in my chest. freeweɓnovel.cøm

As he steps forward, I channel my will, and a small incoscipius vine bursts from the ground, snaking toward his ankle and tripping him. He stumbles and falls ungracefully onto the stone path. The sound of his body hitting the ground is deeply satisfying, and I make no move to help him.

He scrambles to his feet, brushing off the dirt with as much dignity as he can muster, his face flushed with embarrassment. His eyes flicker toward me, but he says nothing, clearly understanding that he’s lost this round.

As he continues toward the garden’s exit, I wait until he’s just a few feet from the gate before summoning another vine to tangle around his ankle. Once again, he crashes to the ground with a yelp.

"Damned plants," he mutters under his breath, glancing back at me with a mix of frustration and humiliation.

"Be careful, Duke Veyron," I say coldly, my voice like ice. "The garden seems to dislike intruders."

He glares at me, his lips pressed into a tight line, but he doesn’t dare retaliate. He picks himself up once more and limps out of the garden, his wounded pride trailing behind him.

The moment he’s gone, I exhale deeply, feeling some of the tension leave my shoulders. Turning toward the mansion, I catch Thorne’s figure leaning casually against a column, his lips quirked into a proud smirk. He gives me a slight nod of approval.

"Nice touch with the vines," Thorne says as I approach him, his voice laced with amusement, the smirk on his face unmistakable.

"I couldn’t help myself," I reply, my lips twitching into a small, satisfied smile. "I barely stopped myself from strangling him with them."

"I can do it for you," Thorne offers smoothly, wrapping an arm around my waist as we walk toward the mansion.

"The strangling," he adds, his tone so casual it makes me choke out a laugh because, knowing him, he probably means it.

"No strangling the other half of my blood, Thorne... well, not yet," I say, leaning into him. His warmth steadies me, grounding me in a way only he can.

"Yet?" he echoes with a low chuckle. "Let me know when you’re ready, my star. I’ll make it quick."

The mental image makes me laugh harder, but it quickly fades as my thoughts drift back to Mirelle. I’ve spent years avoiding everything about her past because it hurts too much, but now, with Veyron here, I know I can’t keep running from it.

"Please, find out more about my mother’s time here," I say quietly, the words tasting bittersweet on my tongue. I’m scared of what I’ll uncover, but I need to know more about the woman she was before she became my mother.

Thorne stops for a moment, his sharp blue eyes studying me. He doesn’t press, doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he gives my waist a reassuring squeeze. "Sure. I’ll have Leona on it," he says softly, his voice a gentle promise.

"Leona is currently out. Let’s pass by Roman’s room and ask him to relay the information when she’s back," Thorne suggests, his tone practical as we change course, heading toward Roman’s quarters.

The hallway is quiet, save for the soft echo of our footsteps against the marble floor. Occasionally, a maid scurries past, head bowed, carrying linens or trays. They move like shadows, silent and unobtrusive, but my attention barely flickers to them.

What grounds me is the steady presence of Thorne beside me. His hand rests lightly on my waist, his warmth seeping into me like a soothing balm. It’s more than just touch—it’s reassurance, a silent vow that he’s here, and I’m his.

Even the faint trace of his pheromones in the air, a subtle and familiar scent, wraps around me, calming the frayed edges of my nerves, guess I’m not yet calm from my meeting with Veyron.

I glance up at him briefly. His profile is sharp, his jaw set with quiet determination, yet there’s an undeniable softness in his eyes when he catches me looking. He leans slightly, pressing a kiss to my temple, and I feel my lips curve into a small smile despite myself.

"Almost there," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me, grounding me further.

We arrive, and Thorne knocks softly but firmly on the door. There’s a muffled sound from inside—vague, incoherent. Thorne frowns and knocks again, this time with a bit more force.

Footsteps shuffle closer, and a few seconds later, the door creaks open to reveal Roman, shirtless, his hair disheveled, and his expression slightly wild. He looks like a man who was pulled from something... intimate.

My eyes briefly flick over his state, and I can’t help but suppress a grin. His skin glistens faintly, his chest rising and falling as though he’d just sprinted a mile—or, more likely, been engaged in something far more personal.

"Busy?" Thorne asks dryly, arching a brow, though there’s a glint of amusement in his tone.

Roman exhales heavily, running a hand through his already messy hair. "You could say that," he mutters, his voice hoarse, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

I feel a pang of guilt for disturbing him. "Sorry," I offer, stepping closer. "This won’t take long."