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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...

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You are no longer the king

I didn't turn because I know they were still trying to make fun of us. The Alphas are always playing. However, they have never included us in their stupid plays.

"Hey!"

Ray turned, "If you don't know what to do with your time, I will advise you to shove your dick up your arse!" He yelled at them, pissed.

Everywhere became quiet after his words. You can hear a pin drop as the Alphas looked at him like he was somehow alien.

The truth is, no one has seen Ray angry. I'm the only one who has seen most of my roommates because… Well, we live together.

The Alphas rose from their seats and approached us. Five pairs of eyes narrowed to slits as they stalked towards us. They are all putting on the black shirt and back slacks we all wear on the first day of the month.

However, most of their buttons are undone, showing off those pathetic muscles of theirs. On their blonde hairs are torn shirts they used in place of handkerchiefs.