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#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#BETRAYAL
#WEREWOLF
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ALPHA
#OMEGAVERSE

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+
Not enough ratings
150 Chs
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#BETRAYAL
#WEREWOLF
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ALPHA
#OMEGAVERSE

What has he done to me?

Storm

What the hell is wrong with me?

I angrily tugged my hair, feeling irritated with myself for the feeling coursing through me. I don't know what it is about that man with purple eyes that makes me wish to envelop him in a hug.

"Damn it!" I threw my throwing knife at the board, just above my head guard's head. He flinched but didn't say a word, used to my way of randomly throwing things whenever I'm pissed.

Right now, I have this urge to match over to my room and strangle that beautiful man, but somehow, I can't get my legs to move.

Whenever I tried to get rid of him, it felt like a part of me didn't wish for that. Most times, it feels like I'm somehow fighting with myself, which doesn't make any sense at all! How can someone fight with themselves?

"My prince."

A knock on my door interrupted me from my thoughts. Phil, the head of my guard, gave me a look before he turned, to open the door.