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#R18
#SLICEOFLIFE
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#BL
#DRAMATIC
#SWEET
#ALPHA

Fallen General's Omega (BL)

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it. Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape. "You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please," I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart. He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas. "Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing." Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me. "You're my alpha, where else would I be?" he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise. My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go. - General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace. **** STOP!!!! HERE IS 9 REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS A SHOT 1. Omegaverse 2. The Alpha is a greenflag. 3. Fluff, and cheesey cliche romance. 4. Faceslapping and revenge. 5. Smut, with no dubcon or noncon. 6. OP husband. 7. Really cliche plot honestly. Those historical manhwas but make it gay. 8. The omega/bot is not a pushover. 9. I'm asking you give it a shot please.

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#R18
#SLICEOFLIFE
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#BL
#DRAMATIC
#SWEET
#ALPHA
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Presence

After unpacking all the supplies, Noelle busied himself with making their small home a bit more livable. He lit the new lamps, watching with satisfaction as the warm glow filled the room. The cost had been steep, but the difference was undeniable. Next, he discarded the old, worn utensils and replaced them with the new ones he'd bought. Finally, he turned his attention to preparing a meal for Thorne. Solid food was still out of the question, so he settled on a thick beef porridge infused with herbs—hardly appetizing, but it would help Thorne's recovery.

When the porridge was ready, Noelle hesitated, looking at the unappealing mixture in the bowl. He sighed and carried it to the bedroom where Thorne rested. Placing the bowl on the table nearby, he gently touched Thorne's shoulder, careful not to startle him. 

"Thorne," he called softly. The former general's eyes fluttered open, and Noelle smiled at him. "It's time to eat."

He helped Thorne sit up, adjusting the pillows behind him. "I went to town today," Noelle began, his voice light as he started feeding Thorne the porridge. "It was exhausting, honestly, but I met this amusing brother and sister. The girl, Mona, is quite a spitfire. She tried to threaten me at first, can you believe that? She said her brother was Big Ben, a hunter, and that he would take care of me if I tried anything."

Noelle chuckled at the memory, spooning another mouthful of porridge into Thorne's mouth. "Turns out, Big Ben is just a big softie under all that gruffness. He ended up helping me out the whole day, even carried all the supplies up the hill. Mona rode on his shoulders the entire time, chattering away about this and that. She's ten, but she talks like she's much older, telling me all about her brother's various jobs and how he's the strongest man in town. It was adorable."

He continued to ramble, not minding that Thorne's responses were limited to small nods and quiet hums. "I even managed to convince Ben to bring fresh meat and do some other chores for us. Poor guy probably feels a bit scammed, but he agreed. It'll be nice not having to go down to town all the time."

Noelle paused, looking at Thorne with a soft smile. "I'm sorry the porridge isn't great, but it should help you get stronger. I'll try to make something better once you can eat solid food." 

Thorne's eyes were focused on Noelle's face, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths, but Noelle kept talking, filling the silence with his comforting presence. 

*

When Noelle returned that evening, he was full of energy, recounting his trip to town with a fervor that made it sound like he had fought off a dragon rather than completed a mundane errand. His words tumbled out in a lively stream, hands gesturing wildly as he described each moment in vivid detail. It was hard not to be drawn into his enthusiasm, despite knowing the reality was far less dramatic than he made it seem.

But earlier, when I woke to find the house empty, the quiet nearly drove me mad. The silence was suffocating, pressing in on me from all sides. I should have been used to it—after all, solitude had been my constant companion for years. Yet, the stillness felt different now. Since Noelle had entered my life, the emptiness I once found comfort in had become unbearable. 

It wasn't just the lack of sound; it was the absence of him. The house felt colder, darker, without his presence. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind outside, only served to highlight how dreadfully empty the place was without him. A single day, just a few short hours, and already the silence gnawed at me, pulling me back into the darkness I thought I had escaped.

When he finally returned, the relief I felt was almost overwhelming. His voice, animated and cheerful, filled the void that had grown in his absence. It didn't matter that he was talking about something as simple as shopping—his words, his presence, chased away the silence that had threatened to consume me. I listened to his animated narration, feeling the tension in my chest slowly ease. It was then that I realized just how much I had come to rely on him, not just for care, but for the light he brought into this desolate place.

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