Fallen General's Omega (BL)

His green eyes hold nothing but concern as he massages my scarred leg—a touch that soothes and shames in equal measure. I was the Crimson General, invincible. Now I’m a broken ghost, abandoned by everyone. Darkness was my only comfort until he came, a beacon I don’t deserve. I cling to him with desperate madness, hating how much I need him. “Leave me. I’m nothing,” I beg, voice cracking. He doesn’t stop. “You’re my alpha,” he whispers, steady as stone. My heart wars between relief and terror. But I know the truth now: they’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead hands. I’m never letting go.