Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 261: Eyes that reflect us

Noelle POV

"Thorne! Thorne! Thorne!!!" I whisper-shout, my excitement barely contained as I stand on the balcony, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun.

Thorne steps out from inside, looking at me with cautious amusement. "What is it?" His brows furrow slightly, but there’s no real concern in his voice—just curiosity and a bit of exasperation.

"Look!" I motion eagerly toward Thieran, who is blinking sleepily in my arms, his tiny face scrunching against the sunlight. His little fists flail for a moment before settling, and for the first time, in the full light of day, I see it clearly.

His eyes.

One green. One blue.

I stare, absolutely enchanted, as the contrast becomes even more vivid in the sunlight. The left is deep green, rich like the forest, the same as mine. The right is the piercing blue of a winter sky—Thorne’s blue, unmistakably.

Thorne steps closer, peering down at the baby, and I feel the exact moment he notices. His body stills. His lips part slightly, but no words come out.

Then, slowly, he crouches to get a better look, his gaze locked onto Thieran’s mismatched eyes.

A long exhale leaves him, almost like a sigh, but softer—full of something I can’t quite place. Awe, maybe.

I watch his face carefully, waiting for his reaction.

Thorne is rarely speechless, but right now, he looks like someone just stole all the words from his mouth.

"... He’s beautiful," he murmurs, almost reverently, as if he’s just seen something sacred.

I grin, shifting Niall in my other arm. "I know! Isn’t it amazing?!"

Thorne only nods, but his hand reaches out instinctively, gently tracing his fingertips over Thieran’s tiny forehead, then moving to cup the side of his face, as if committing the sight to memory.

"Thorne! Thorne! Thorne!" I whisper-shout again, nudging him urgently with my elbow as I cradle Niall closer.

Thorne, who had just finished marveling at Thieran’s mismatched eyes, barely has time to process my first revelation before I grab his wrist and tug him forward.

"Look, look, look!" I whisper excitedly, my voice breathless with awe.

He follows my gaze to Niall, who had been nestled comfortably in my arms, his tiny body warm and relaxed. But now, as the soft golden sunlight filters over us, his little eyelids flutter open.

And there it is.

Unlike Thieran’s distinct heterochromia, Niall’s eyes are something else entirely.

A breathtaking mixture.

Not solid green. Not solid blue.

A swirling, seamless blend of both.

Under the sunlight, the colors shift, almost as if they can’t decide which one they want to be. Patches of green and blue swirl together, like the meeting of the sea and the forest, shimmering with each delicate movement of his irises.

I hear Thorne’s sharp intake of breath.

His entire body stills.

Slowly, he reaches out, his fingers impossibly gentle as they brush over Niall’s impossibly soft cheek. His expression—always so guarded, so strong—melts into something raw, something vulnerable.

"... Noelle," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," I say, grinning up at him, my heart feeling so full I think it might burst.

He swallows hard, his thumb tracing the soft curve of Niall’s chubby cheek, his gaze locked on those mesmerizing eyes.

"They’re..." Thorne trails off, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. He looks completely mesmerized, utterly lost in the swirling mix of green and blue in Niall’s eyes.

For a second, the weight of the moment settles over us—thick, heavy, charged with something deeper than words.

I can see it in his face. The way his jaw clenches, his brows furrow just slightly, his blue eyes flickering between wonder and something I can only describe as overwhelming love.

I let it linger. Just for a moment.

Then, with a smirk, I tilt my head and break the silence.

"Perfect? Thanks, I made them myself," I say, lifting my chin with mock arrogance.

Thorne blinks. Then—

A sharp exhale. A breathy, unexpected chuckle.

He laughs, shaking his head, the tension in his shoulders easing as the corner of his lips quirks into something softer, something real.

"Of course you did," he murmurs, his voice warm with affection.

Then, before I can say anything else, he leans in and presses a kiss to my temple.

I sigh, leaning into his touch, savoring the quiet moment between us.

Thorne pulls back just enough to meet my gaze again.

"I love you," he says, his voice quiet but firm, like a vow.

I blink up at him, my heart skipping in that annoyingly giddy way it does whenever he looks at me like this.

"I love you too," I reply, my lips curving into a small smile as I pucker them playfully.

Thorne chuckles, shaking his head slightly, but he leans down without hesitation, his lips brushing against mine in a slow, lingering kiss.

Warmth spreads through me, from my chest to my fingertips, settling deep in my bones. It’s not the first time we’ve kissed—not even close—but something about this moment feels different. More profound. Like we’re sealing something unspoken between us.

When he pulls away, I sigh dramatically, tilting my head. "You should kiss me more often, husband."

He smirks, running his fingers along my jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"That sounds like a great idea."

He says with a slight laugh before kissing me again.

*

I can’t help but laugh softly as I read the latest report from the spies stationed in the capital, their words painting a vivid picture of Veyron’s unfortunate circumstances.

It seems he’s had quite the nights—ones that will surely haunt him forever.

Good.

The real amusement comes from what happened next. In a fit of panic—or perhaps shame—he’s ordered the entire brothel to be burned to the ground. Even now, flames are likely consuming the building.

How predictable.

Veyron may have the resources to silence a few witnesses and destroy a building, but he can’t silence me.

Tomorrow morning, the whole kingdom will be made aware. Wish I could see his reaction then, how unfortunate. freēnovelkiss.com