[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 147: Not the Whole Truth

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Not the Whole Truth

The suite was quiet, touched only by the low hum of evening air through the balcony doors and the occasional rustle of clothing being folded away. The warm lights above the bed cast a soft gold across the sheets, turning everything muted, intimate, unreal.

Trevor moved slowly; he didn’t want to startle the silence now that they were finally alone. His jacket was already off, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled past his forearms. He wasn’t saying much, not with words, but his gaze hadn’t left Lucas since they stepped through the door.

Lucas was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cufflinks resting in his palm, half-forgotten.

"You’re staring," he said, not looking up.

"I know," Trevor replied, unapologetic.

"Are you going to ask?"

Trevor hummed, leaning against the doorway that led from the dressing room. "Only if you’re ready."

Lucas exhaled slowly. The kind that felt too full of thoughts to fit neatly in words.

"Vivienne was your wife," he said at last, fingers tightening slightly around the metal in his hand. "In my past life. But your relationship now... it seems strained. Not cold, but fractured. Not the love story I remember."

He looked up then, eyes sharp despite the weariness in his body.

"I wonder if my memories are a lie." NovelFire

Trevor crossed the room in a few quiet steps, kneeling in front of him. His hands came to rest gently on Lucas’s knees, grounding him.

"Maybe not a lie," Trevor said. "Just not the whole truth."

Lucas blinked slowly. "What does that mean?"

"I was engaged to her, yes," Trevor said, his voice even, as if he’d rehearsed the truth too many times to feel the sting anymore. "But the engagement went down the drain when I found out she lied about her secondary gender."

Lucas’s brows drew together, but he didn’t interrupt.

"She’s a scientist," Trevor continued, stepping closer. "A damn good one. She developed a perfume, one that mimicked the scent of a dominant omega. Not perfectly, but close enough to fool a room. Close enough to fool me."

He sat down on the bed beside Lucas, elbows resting loosely on his knees, eyes fixed on a spot somewhere past the wall. NovelFire

"For months, I thought it was my instincts shifting. I thought maybe I’d just never responded properly to omegas before. It made sense; she was intelligent, graceful, and composed. She didn’t need me. That was part of the appeal."

Lucas was silent, but his presence was sharp beside him, watchful.

Trevor’s jaw tightened. "Then I caught the assistant cleaning up the formula from her dressing table. The scent burned wrong in the air, synthetic, sickly sweet once you knew what to look for."

Lucas shifted, spine straightening. "She manipulated your bonding instincts."

"She manipulated everything," Trevor said quietly. "And even after I confronted her, she insisted it didn’t matter. That I’d still have her and she’d still be what the court needed."

Lucas didn’t respond at first. He hummed softly, but it wasn’t agreement, it was thought. Something sharp behind his gaze. Something shifting.

He leaned forward, rose from the bed with that controlled, fluid grace Trevor had learned to read like a language, and crossed to the desk. The screen on the tablet lit under his fingers, and he began scrolling with deliberate focus.

Trevor watched him in silence, a flicker of unease curling in his stomach.

Then Lucas found it.

He tapped the screen once, then again, lips parting just slightly as his eyes narrowed.

"You married her when I was twenty-three," Lucas said slowly, not looking up. "And now, technically, I’m almost nineteen."

He turned the screen slightly, not to show Trevor the words but to anchor himself in them.

"The only thing that changed is that I’m with you. Not under Christian. Not in his territory. And not stuck in that damned clinic, always under his checkups."

Trevor sat up straighter, blood draining from his face.

Lucas looked at him now, gaze razor-sharp.

"For fuck’s sake," Trevor muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. "You think she was trying to replicate—"

"I don’t know." Lucas didn’t flinch, but the edge of his voice had gone cold. Controlled.

Trevor closed the distance between them in two steps. "Right. Well," he said, softer now, wrapping his arms around Lucas, steady and warm, "let me find out what she’s planning while we return tomorrow to our estate."

Lucas didn’t resist. His hands came up slowly, settling against Trevor’s back, anchoring himself there. The tension in his shoulders hadn’t left entirely, but the weight of Trevor’s hold gave it shape, something he could carry instead of being crushed beneath.

"We’ll leave after breakfast," Trevor murmured into his hair. "No reason to stay longer."

Lucas nodded against him, the tension in his spine slowly giving way to warmth. "Dax won’t be happy if we escape like this." His tone was lighter now, quieter, but not without amusement.

Trevor hummed. "He’ll survive."

Lucas let out a soft breath, part sigh, part laugh. "He’ll send a floral apology card to guilt-trip us. Or a wine crate labeled You Were Missed."

"Then I’ll send him back your crimson suit and a thank-you note." Trevor paused. "Unwashed."

Lucas leaned back just enough to look at him, brow raised. "You’re in a strange mood."

"I have you in my arms," Trevor replied, brushing a strand of hair from Lucas’s face. "Forgive me for being content for five minutes."

Lucas didn’t reply to that, he just reached for his hand and tugged him gently toward the bed.

"No planning tonight," he said, his voice soft but clear. "Just sleep. Just us."

Trevor didn’t argue.

He pulled back the covers, let Lucas slide in first, then followed. The lights dimmed slowly above them, plunging the room into soft amber. The warmth of the sheets mixed with the familiar scent of skin, of soap and heat, of something that finally felt like home.

Lucas shifted closer, folding easily into Trevor’s arms.

"You know," he murmured, half-drowsy, "you were terrifying at that restaurant."

Trevor smiled against the back of his neck. "You liked it."

Lucas didn’t deny it.

He just reached down, laced their fingers together under the blanket, and whispered, "Mine."

Trevor kissed the hollow just behind his ear.