Fallen General's Omega (BL)

Chapter 268 – Noelle POV

The bathroom is warm, scented with rose oil and something sharper—amber, maybe. The tiles beneath my bare feet are still damp from steam, and I leave faint prints as I walk out into the bedroom, wrapped loosely in a robe.

The light from the tall standing lamp catches on the polished glass of the mirror. I sit before it, hair damp against my shoulders, and begin the slow process of oiling and untangling it.

My fingers move through the strands with practiced ease, letting the scent of lavender oil rise with every stroke.

That’s when I catch it.

A flicker of light across the collar at my throat.

I glance down.

The jewel at the center of it—a large, clear gem with a soft violet glow—sparkles in the lamplight. I run a finger gently along the metal band, more reflex than thought. I’ve worn it for so long now I often forget it’s there. The weight of it is familiar, comforting even, a visible symbol of something so much deeper than possession or bond.

I smile, lips curving without command. My beloved brute of a husband—who can conquer nations and level cities—once spent weeks designing this collar in secret.

I finish smoothing my hair just as the massive doors to our bedroom swing open.

I don’t look up. I don’t need to. I feel him before I see him.