Fallen General's Omega (BL)

I watch Ben step into the sparring ring, determination etched across his face. It’s been a month since his recovery, and though I told him he didn’t need to push himself, he insisted. Said he wanted to make himself useful. Apparently, fighting was the way to go, and damn, he’s good.

My eyes follow his movements as he faces off against Raul. The large bald man is a powerhouse, no doubt, years of experience and brute strength on his side. Ben, though, isn’t getting steamrolled like I expected. He’s holding his own—impressive, considering he’s up against a guy I once saw hoist a tree like it was a sack of flour. I always had a feeling Ben wasn’t just muscle and grit. He’s got to have some sort of ability to back it up.

I suppress a yawn. Last night was... well, let’s just say I may have overdone it with Noelle. Flashes of heated moments flicker in my mind, a grin tugging at my lips. I stifle it, not wanting to give anything away.

"I see you’re still in the honeymoon phase," a voice drawls from beside me. Victor. Of course. I don’t bother looking at him, my focus still on the sparring match.

"You wouldn’t understand," I retort with a shrug. "Or maybe you would, with Oliver and all."

Victor snorts, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. "Unlike you, we don’t have that burning love and passion, but we’re getting along well ....enough."

I don’t reply to that. He’s right. There’s no denying the difference between what Noelle and I have and the arrangement he shares with Oliver.

"Well," I say, shooting him a glance, "you’d better suck it up, Mr. Soon-to-be-Dad."

Victor groans, and I can’t help but snicker. The idea of him becoming a father still cracks me up. Who knew? Oliver’s pregnant—of all things. I mean, it’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? Victor, the stoic, battle-hardened soldier, suddenly dealing with baby milk and sleepless nights.