[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 100: Permission to Burn

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Permission to Burn

They sat at the table together; a quiet hush settled over the suite as if the world was holding its breath for them.

Trevor slid a plate toward Lucas—sliced fruit, toasted bread, and a soft-boiled egg in a porcelain cup. Nothing fussy, but it was warm and thoughtfully arranged, which made Lucas blink once and mutter something about not being royalty before Trevor cut him off with a fork pointed directly at his face.

"Eat. Or I’ll call Windstone and let him decide your portions."

Lucas took the toast immediately. "Tyrant."

Trevor only smirked, then took a sip of his coffee, watching him for a moment. When he spoke again, the teasing faded, replaced by something cooler, measured.

"I asked Windstone to pull the temple records."

Lucas paused mid-bite. "Why?"

Trevor leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp but unreadable. "You’re not the first. Others—years ago—woke from their ceremonies with memories. Of things that hadn’t happened yet. Lives they claimed they’d already lived. Most were dismissed. Some were silenced. But two of them? Two stopped disasters before they even started."

Lucas sat still.

Trevor continued. "One averted a canal failure that would’ve flooded three towns. Another outed an assassination plot weeks before it was enacted. The reports exist, but only if you know where to dig."

"And?" Lucas asked carefully.

"And they were both labeled anomalies. Buried. One disappeared a year after coming forward. The other was discovered dead in his home and was ruled to have died of heart failure, but Windstone has already discovered inconsistencies.

Lucas set his toast down.

Trevor reached across the table, fingers brushing his wrist. "I’m not telling you this to scare you. I’m telling you this because you’re not alone in this. And you never were."

Lucas looked at him, quiet. "So what now?"

Trevor was still for a long moment.

"I want to ask you something. And I need you to be honest."

Lucas nodded once.

"Do you want revenge?" Trevor asked, voice low. "Or do you want me to deal with them?"

Lucas blinked. "You mean—"

"I’ll do it," Trevor said, calm as if he were offering to fetch tea. "Actually, I would prefer if your hands stayed clean. But this isn’t my shot to shoot, it’s yours."

Lucas looked at him, and for a breath, the room fell into perfect stillness.

He could see it, the dominant alpha beneath the warm sarcasm and well-tailored civility. Not the man who brought him breakfast or kissed his temple when he thought Lucas was still asleep. But the one who had torn through courtrooms and military ranks with nothing but precision and force. The one who could make kingdoms blink with a stare.

And right now, Trevor’s violet eyes burned. Controlled. Restrained. Barely.

He wanted blood.

But he was holding the blade out to Lucas.

Lucas met his gaze without flinching.

"Let’s do it together."

Trevor watched him for a long moment, his expression unreadable at first. Then he leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, his long fingers tapping lightly against the teaspoon beside his coffee cup.

A smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth.

Slow. Inevitable. The kind of grin that didn’t belong in polite company.

It spread like a secret let loose—sharp at the edges, dark with promise, and far too amused to be safe.

"Sure," Trevor said, voice low and pleased, "let’s do it together."

He picked up his coffee again, took a slow sip, then added—almost as an afterthought—

"But give me the privilege of ripping them apart."

Lucas raised a brow, unimpressed but far from unamused. "You make it sound romantic."

Trevor’s grin deepened. "Darling, you haven’t seen me at my most romantic yet. But believe me, when I’m done with them, even regret won’t recognize what’s left." View the correct content at NovelFire.

Lucas stirred his tea calmly, lips twitching. "You do realize we’re talking about crimes, not courtship?"

Trevor shrugged. "The difference is mostly paperwork."

"And you have plenty of those," came Windstone’s voice as he entered the room with the calm precision of a man who had long stopped asking permission. He carried a silver tray like it was a weapon of war, two sealed envelopes resting atop it with ominous finality.

Lucas looked up from his tea, arching a brow. "What a surprise. You do exist outside corners and insults."

Windstone set the tray down between them with theatrical grace. "Only when summoned by the gods or bureaucracy. Today, unfortunately, it was the latter."

Trevor sighed. "Let me guess. One of them is from the royal court and the other is from Serathine, pretending it’s not from the royal court."

Windstone offered a faint, knowing smile. "Close. One is from the King’s Office. The other is from the Temple Registry Division. Both were marked urgent. I suggest a large drink and a forgiving attitude."

Lucas reached for the envelope from the temple before Trevor could, fingers running over the wax seal. "You asked for records."

"I did," Trevor confirmed, leaning over to read as Lucas broke the seal. "And I’m guessing they’re not happy about it."

"They’re not," Windstone said. "The note came with three veiled threats, a passive-aggressive blessing, and a request for clarification on your marital status—which I suspect was less spiritual and more political."

Trevor snorted, reaching for his coffee like it was the only thing anchoring him to civility. "They can clarify it all they want. It’s nothing more than a diversion attempt. Smile, stall, make me forget about the records."

His gaze slid to the second envelope on the tray—the one in deep violet, its wax seal stamped with the unmistakable royal crest of Saha.

Trevor didn’t touch it. He just stared at it like it might try to speak on its own.

"That’s from Dax," he said flatly.

Windstone inclined his head. "It is."

"Refuse it."

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"We’re on our honeymoon," Trevor said, sharper now. "He can host the entire Eastern Bloc and court three crown princes for all I care. I’m not wasting a single day of this—" he gestured between himself and Lucas, "—on whatever political theater he’s orchestrating."

Lucas looked mildly amused from his seat. "So what I’m hearing is you want me all to yourself."

Trevor glanced at him, eyes lazy with affection but burning beneath. "I already have you all to myself. I’m simply not sharing."

Windstone cleared his throat lightly. "So I’ll inform the palace you’re unavailable due to post-bond recuperation and national recovery from shared trauma."

Trevor grinned. "Add excessive handsomeness if you want to push it."

"Understood," Windstone said dryly, already typing.

Lucas leaned forward, chin resting on one hand. "You know he’s going to come find us personally if we don’t show up and he will see that we are not bonded."

Trevor leaned back in his chair with maddening calm. "Good. I’m in the mood to disappoint a king."

Windstone looked up briefly. "Should I prepare the wine or the legal defenses first?"

Trevor smirked. "Both."

Lucas just laughed, shaking his head. "You two are impossible."

And Windstone, without missing a beat, replied, "It’s in the marriage contract, sir."