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Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega

“I love you, Brys," Storm whispered. “Love?” I scoffed. “Do you even know what love is?” I raised a brow at him. “Of course, I do. I love you, Brys," he repeated as he leaned closer to kiss me. “I've had feelings for—” The words died on his lips. His eyes grew wide in shock as blood spluttered from his lips. “Wh... What did you just do?” His gaze went down to the knife I drove deep into his chest. “What's wrong, Storm?” I smirked. "Don't you love me anymore?" I mocked. Though it hurts me to do what I did, I had to do so, for my safety. If I don't kill him now, he won't hesitate to do the same to me, in the future... ***** Mega, a nerd who is obsessed with reading novels and comics, ended up reading a comic that sent his blood boiling. He cursed the omega in the book who was so pitiful that the Alpha used him only to kill him when he felt the omega was useless. Unfortunately, Mega had an accident on his way on an errand, and by a sheer stroke of luck, he found himself in the same trashy comic. And what was more? He discovered that he now resides in the body of the omega who was abused by the Alpha he admired. Now, he's determined to turn his fate even if it means going against the plot, and his stupid system. He was determined not to make the same mistake his former host had...

Unsolvable_Mystery · LGBT+
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141 Chs

We've met before

My eyes trailed down his yummy body before it went further up. Had this been how Ray was back in our first world, I would have dated him…

Shit, what the hell am I thinking about?

How can I think of another man when my Storm, the father of my babies, is back on the black moon, waiting for me?

My eyes went straight to his eyes, and I gulped at the hardness of those orbs. He looked like he was moments from throwing anyone down the house — however long that might be.

I stood like a fool, with my eyes trained on him. And I would have stayed that way had Storm not coughed. I instantly turned my focus on him.

Just like the day ago, he's still putting on the same wrapper, shirtless from the waist up. The beautiful wolf tattoos on his body, made me wish to run my hand through them and trace it.

I gulped.

Brys, you need to get a hold of yourself! You can't think of him like that. He only looks like your Storm, but he's not the same.