Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 103: Conflicting feelings

Chapter 103: Conflicting feelings

My eyes narrowed at the two lovebirds who were too close, it made me grit my teeth, infuriated at my best friend who looked like he was enjoying the company of the slut.

I strode over to my carriage, and Ray broke up from the conversation he was having with the slut.

He hurried over to me as if everything is okay when it was not.

"Storm, I—"

"Through with flirting?" I glared at him, feeling the urge to snap his head off for the times he laughed with that Amalite!

"What?" He looked taken aback, blinking and pretending like he didn’t know what I’m talking about.

I gritted my teeth, "walk with him!" I turned and entered the carriage before I gave the servants the orders to move.

Though I’m going to the capital, a place I was born, and the only place I hate the most after Amal, I didn’t choose many soldiers to go with me.

I only picked ten of my soldiers to ride on horses in the front and four at the rear with no maid with me. I’m probably the only prince who doesn’t have female attendants. The ones here are for my soldiers, who seem to function well whenever there is a pretty face around.

The carriage started moving, and I leaned on the side and closed my eyes. There isn’t much in here. Aside from a table with a hot steaming jug of tea in it and a blanket by the side for whenever I wish to sleep, my carriage is mostly empty, and I love it.

I’m not like my brothers, who go after extravagant things.

Laughter from the rear caused me to frown. I glanced out and met a sight that once more made my blood boil. The slut is laughing freely with Ray, who’s trying to keep up with him.

The sight twisted my heart and made it seem like I was about to be suffocated by my anger. I clenched my fists and tried to ignore them, but the harder the Amal slut laughed, the angrier I became until I couldn’t keep it in.

"Halt!"

The carriage immediately stopped at my orders. And as I imagined, Ray galloped to my side almost immediately.

"Storm?" He asked, expecting me to tell him what made me decide to stop the carriage.

"Who asked you to put the slut on a horse?"

"Slut? You mean Brys?" He raised his brow at me.

"Oh. Using his name now, are we?" I sneered at him.

"No... It’s just that I don’t have the desire to call him slut any more when he has a name." He turned to look at the slut before he focused on me, "is there a reason you stopped the carriage? Anything you wish for me to do?"

"Take him down from the carriage, and allow him to walk."

"What?!"

"Are you trying to challenge my orders? Don’t forget who you are speaking with, Ray. I can just pluck you out with a flick of my fingers." I threatened, with my eyes narrowed and a glare at him.

He looked as if he wanted to argue, but on second thoughts, he lowered his head and clenched his fists. "As you wish, my prince." He turned and galloped back to where the slut was.

I heard their discussion before the horse, he was riding on, got tired of my carriage. The ride continued until more laughter came to my ears.

I looked out of my window at the sound, only to see Ray walking next to the slut, conversing with him like they had known each other for long!

My face turned red in anger, and I looked ready to go cut them to pieces. I felt a pain in my heart at the sight.

Oddly, I have this wish to be the one laughing with him, not that stupid Ray! The Amal prince is my slut, no one is entitled to make friends with him!

I halted the carriage again and Ray ran to my side once more, while Phil, who is in the front with the remaining nine soldiers, stopped.

"My prince, what’s wrong? Do you have any orders for me?" Ray asked once more when he came close to me.

"Get the slut into my carriage," I said, with my focus on the trees around.

"You want him in here?" He slowly asked as if he were speaking to a kid.

"Why? Do you think I’m not permitted to touch him now that you have gotten close to him?" I snapped at him, growling like I’m moments from snapping his head off his neck.

He’s just lucky that I’m in a good mood. Else, I would have broken his neck.

He inhaled sharply before he turned, "As you wish, my prince."

Once more, I heard murmured whispers from them before the carriage got opened from the side, and the slut stepped in before Ray closed the door, but not before sending a warning glare my way.

What the hell?

Who does he think he is?

The Amal prince sat opposite me without waiting for my orders to do so.

"Why did you call for me?" He asked in a biting tone, a far cry from the gentle one he used with Ray. There was no trace of a smile on his face, and he looked like he was moments from strangling me if allowed to do so.

"Why? Do you detest my presence so badly? Wish to go out there with your lover?" I glared at him, challenging him to deny my words.

"And what if that’s the case? What are you going to do about that? Fling knives at me? Ask me to walk on foot? Tie me to a chair with silver, or force me to have sex with you? What the hell do you want from me, Storm?" He folded his arms and stared into my eyes, with no trace of fear in those dark orbs of his.

He looked so fearless that it took my breath away. There is something about the fire in his eyes that calls out to me, and I will have all the fun in the world diminishing it.

Just wait, slut.

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