Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 130: Ask him

Chapter 130: Ask him

BRYS

I glared at him, suddenly remembering the words I heard from Phillip about him being a rapist. One will wonder why I never thought the first sex we had together as rape. Well, it’s because I don’t consider it as one. To me, it can’t be called Rape because I somehow agreed to it. Had I not promised to give my body in exchange for my life, it could have been considered as that.

"Who told you that?" He asked in a neutral tone, not letting his thoughts show on his face.

To say I was shocked will be a damned understatement. I was stunned at his answer because I was not expecting it.

"Was that the truth? Did you rape him and burn his family members?" I slowly asked.

"Think whatever you wish," he gritted his teeth at me. "To you, I will always be one — a damned rapist and a sadist," he turned his back to me, "you can rest if you like. I will have the guards get your food for you." He strode out of the door and banged it shut behind him, not giving me the time to react to his words.

I stared at the closed door, feeling lost. Could it be that the rumours are true? If it is, I don’t know what I will do about this. Will I still be with him despite knowing that he killed innocent people?

Let’s forget about his penchant for throwing knives every chance he gets. We can ignore that, but not when it comes to someone innocent.

I rose from the bed and strode to the window, placing both hands on the sill as I glanced down. For the first time since I got transmigrated, I thought of the future.

Not about my lover and children, but what will happen when I finally leave this comic? Will I have to return to Earth, or will I forever be stuck here?

A sigh left my mouth as I ran my right fingers through my hair, feeling tired, lost and lonely. I don’t even know what else to do about this.

Right now, I’m stuck in a place with a psycho, who loves inflicting pain on others. Everything about him is pain and more! What the hell am I expected to do now? Look past his mistakes and forgive him.

Like, what the hell am I even doing?

Those thoughts went through my mind, but I got no answer to them. I’m still stuck here, with no hope of returning or going forward.

The door to the room opened, but I didn’t turn, thinking it was Storm. However, when the Pineapple pheromones drifted into my nose, I turned.

"Why do you look sad?" He closed the distance between us after he dropped the tray he came with on the table. "Did you two have a misunderstanding?"

"Why do you think so?" I leaned on the window and faced him.

"Storm looked like one who fought with his ancestors, and you look sad....like a woman who lost her husband," he stopped in front of me. "Tell me, what happened? I thought you guys were good when I saw him carrying you in. What happened when you woke?"

I folded my arms and didn’t say a word, not knowing what to even say to that.

"Brys? Are you listening to me?" He waved his right palm on my face, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I shrugged with a tired sigh. "I’m good."

No, I’m not.

I’m damned confused about what I’m supposed to do here. Not only am I stuck with this version of Storm, but I’m expected to find a damned bug and get rid of him. And the bug might or might not be my Best friend.

"Nothing? And you look so sad? You know you can’t fool me with this, Brys. You don’t look okay, and you know what’s wrong with you." He placed his hand on my right shoulder, "is he the reason? Going crazy like he has always done?"

"Do you know everything about him?" I finally asked, deciding to get someone to tell me more about Storm, since he didn’t seem ready to do that.

"I do," he nodded, "I know almost everything if not all that has happened to him since I joined the royal family." He smiled, "wanting to get some juicy gossip about him?"

"No, I just wish to know of something."

"Which is?"

The way he arched his brows, so high, seemed a bit comical.

"Has he.... Was he..." I swallowed, thinking of the right approach to use.

"Out with it already. What the hell do you wish to know about? I will answer anything aside from the number of men he has slept with since his sexual awakening. I have no answer to that," he shrugged, letting me know that he had no interest in answering that.

"Calm down, I won’t ever ask."

Though I want to know. I keep telling myself that this Storm isn’t the same as the one I left at Dark Moon, but my mind doesn’t seem to listen.

I can’t help the jealousy that went through me at the thought of how many men he has been with. The feeling was like that of having someone’s heart ripped from my chest.

"Better," he lightly chuckled. "Then, shoot with your question. I will answer everything you ask." He winked at me, "Do you need to know what he loves the most? His best colour?"

"Nah, nothing like that," I nervously ran a hand through my hair, making a mental note to cut it. "Is it true that he raped and killed a boy?"

Ray’s smile froze at my question. He looked shocked, "who told you that?" The tone he used made me raise my brows.

"Is it true? Did he burn the family alive because the boy refused to sleep with him?"

According to Phil, this was what happened. There is no way Phillip could have ever lied to me.

"You need to ask him this. He will be in the right position to answer your question. I’m afraid I won’t be much help concerning it," he shrugged, "I’m sorry."

"Why?" I gaped at him, not expecting the answer he gave. "Is there anything —"

"No matter what I tell you, I won’t be able to tell you the exact story," he forced a smile, "you have to ask him about this. He will be in the right position to give you an answer because I can’t."

"Why?"

"It’s his life. That’s his privacy. If I tell you what I know, it won’t be different from what you heard from the others. But I know it’s not the truth. He alone can tell you that," he patted my right shoulder, "just ask him."

"And risk having him walk out on me?" I scoffed, "he won’t tell me."

Not after I called him a rapist. If only I had asked him before I started calling him names.

"Don’t worry, he will tell you," he smiled at me. "I have never seen him treat anyone as good as he treats you. You are special to him, Brys. You need to know that," he smiled, reassured.

I scoffed, "you don’t know much about him, if you think so." The only difference between me and the men he has been with is that he let me live in his house. There is no other difference.

"Take this from someone who has been with him for years. Storm treats you rather good." He pointed at the tray he came in with, "I was asked to deliver those to you. Storm sent those."

"As if I will eat it," I folded my arms with a frown. "Tell him I’m not eating that," I motioned to the food he dropped on the table.

"Why?"

"Just tell him that."

****

And I didn’t eat the food. I stayed indoors until nighttime. Neither Storm nor Fan appeared until it was late at night. But my system wasn’t the one that appeared, it was the damned Alpha, who banged the door shut in my face.

He stepped into the room, and his eyes immediately went to me. I was currently standing next to the window, looking down from there, only to turn when I heard the sound of the door.

He grumbled something under his breath, but I was too far to catch it. But I didn’t bother with that, I turned my back to him and pretended as if I didn’t see him.

He didn’t make a sound as he strode to the bed and sat on it. I didn’t turn towards him, I kept my back to him, with my eyes on the guards below, but my attention was on the man behind me.

"Why didn’t you eat dinner? Trying to be petty?" He mocked, causing me to grit my teeth.

Yet, I didn’t turn to look at him. I pretend to be too engrossed in my thoughts.

He sighed, "What’s wrong with you? Trying to avoid me, are we?"

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