Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 277: Moved on
Chapter 277: Moved on
Chapter 277 - Oliver POV
"This is nice," Julia says, her voice echoing gently off the polished walls as she walks through the front hallway, her fingertips brushing the wood paneling like she’s trying to memorize the texture.
She’s here to visit with her husband and two children, and honestly, I’m glad to see her. It’s been years. Too many, really.
"Thank you," I say, my voice laced with a quiet pride I don’t bother hiding. I was hands-on in the construction of this house. Every brick, beam, and corner—Brian and I built this together. Every decision, every stone—it’s ours. A seven-bedroom house carved out of time and effort and something that finally feels like home.
Julia turns in a slow circle, taking in the tall ceilings, the sun filtering through the wide arched windows, the soft hum of the sea breeze that always seems to find its way inside.
"Is it not too big?" she asks, her head tilting slightly, curious but not judgmental.
"It’s perfect," I say without hesitation.
"Especially for large family gatherings," I say, and she scoffs.
"What large family? It’s just you three and Nancy." Julia smirks, and I laugh.
"When you come to visit... Maybe in the far-off future Adrian will bring home several spouses, like Dad." I say with a chuckle.
"He’s four, Oliver." She laughs, shaking her head.
*
We sip tea in the sun-drenched balcony lounge, warm light spilling through the open arches. A gentle breeze stirs the lace curtains, carrying the sound of distant birds and the ocean tide. I exhale, content. This house really is perfect.
We reminisce quietly for a while, letting our tea cool.
"How is Mother?" I ask, referring to her mother.
"She’s okay. Spoils her grandkids rotten. She’s sad we’re here though." Julia swirls her tea with a thoughtful frown. "She sends her regards."
"Thank you." I offer a nod. My relationship with her has always been polite—never warm, but never cruel either. From what I’ve been told, the treatment between her and my late omega bearer was vastly different.
Apparently, I look too much like him.
"And Dad?" I ask, hesitating.
She looks down. "He just sits. Staring into space most days. The only time he really reacted to anything was when that old coot, the king died. Otherwise, he’s just... vacant."
I go quiet. It makes my chest ache.
"Anyway," she says, shaking the melancholy off with a smile. "Enough depressing talk. Tell me about married life. How’s he treating you? Everything good?"
"Great, actually. He’s an amazing dad. Hands-on. Really steady. We balance each other well."
She leans in and drops her voice.
"And the sex life?"
I nearly drop my teacup.
"Julia!"
"What?" she leans back, shameless. "It matters!"
"It’s... okay." I mumble.
"Okay? That’s it? How often?"
I hesitate. "Once..."
"Once every month?" she asks, eyes wide.
"Day," I say.
Her jaw drops. "Seriously?"
I nod. A little sheepishly, but mostly proud.
"Lucky. I’m lucky if I get something once a month!" she groans.
I blink. That’s unimaginable.
"Is he okay...?" I ask, gently. "I could talk to Felix, maybe there’s something he can recommend."
"At first I thought he had someone," she admits. "But Peter’s too cowardly for that."
And I laugh. Because he really is. Timid, mild-mannered Peter in his glasses.
She laughs with me, and for a moment, it feels like old times—before we became adults with duties and baggage.
*
My brother-in-law, along with my niece and nephew, return just as Victor steps into the room. It’s a nice, quiet little gathering. I’m particularly enjoying how civil Victor is being—it’s rare enough to savor.
"So, where is Adrian?" my niece asks, looking around with a curious pout.
"Oh, he’ll be here soon," I reply, sipping my tea. "He went to play with his friends."
Those four—Adrian, the Mel twins, and Mirelle—are practically inseparable. A miniature militia of chaos and giggles.
Right on cue, the door opens.
Noelle walks in, the soft swish of his long coat trailing behind him. Against his chest, a bundle of curly hair rests peacefully—Adrian, fast asleep.
"Maggie had something come up," Noelle says gently. "I had to bring him here."
He pauses, eyes scanning the room as he realizes we have guests. "Oh my Elaris, I didn’t know you had company. I should’ve knocked."
I stand to take Adrian from his arms. My son shifts in his sleep but doesn’t wake.
"No, it’s fine," I assure him.
There’s a pause.
"Are you a fairy?" my nephew suddenly asks, wide-eyed and practically glowing with excitement.
When did he get so close to Noelle?
Noelle lets out a soft, amused laugh. Then, from the center of his palm, something glows faintly. A small seed appears—and then begins to bloom. Within seconds, it unfurls into a delicate pink flower.
"I just might be," he says, crouching a little to hand it to the boy.
My nephew takes the flower like it’s a treasure forged in heaven.
"I should leave," Noelle murmurs with a polite nod, and then—just like that—he’s gone. Soft as the breeze.
My nephew stands there, starstruck, still clutching the flower.
I understand. I mean... it’s Noelle.
I walk back toward the cushioned lounge with Adrian still snuggled into my chest.
"Let me," Victor says, reaching out to take him. I know he just wants an excuse to escape the socializing.
I don’t call him out on it.
Julia exhales dramatically once the door closes behind him.
"Wow. I remember seeing him back in Aspen—mostly from afar or in the papers—but in person? He’s even more breathtaking. Like, seriously. What was that?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
I chuckle. Because she’s right.
Noelle is... otherworldly.
It’s almost unfair that we breathe the same air. That much grace, that much beauty, should be illegal. And it’s a very good thing he’s married to Thorne. Because if he weren’t, I dread the wars that would’ve been fought just to win his favor.
And Thorne? That man would destroy the continent before letting anyone near his beloved.
Good thing they found each other.
The rest of us don’t stand a chance.
And for the first time, thinking about them together actually doesn’t hurt. I guess I really have moved on.
