Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 132: Don’t dare speak bad of him

Chapter 132: Don’t dare speak bad of him

"Sixteen?" I gaped at him like a fool. "You were sixteen, but you have already slept with more than a hundred men? Are you a beast?!" I gaped at him, wondering if he was in his right senses.

He shrugged, "It was my way of blowing off steam, but my family thought your father was the one who made me a damned manwhore. I have never been satisfied with just a man. I sleep with six on an ordinary night, and more than 10 whenever I go for battle," he said in a tone that made it sound like it was normal.

"Why haven’t you slept with them since I came?" I folded my arms and pursed my lips, raising a brow at him.

He sighed, "I haven’t been with only one man since I discovered my sexuality. Hell, I had not slept with someone twice until I met you." He slowly turned his head, "I don’t know what it is about you that drives me crazy."

The expression on his face looked pained.

"There is none like me," I smiled, feeling so damned smug about it.

He didn’t refute my words, he just hummed, looking like he didn’t wish to say more about the matter.

"So, about the guard...."

He nodded, "as I said before, I happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, prompting the rise of the rumours." He strode back to the bed and sat on it, crossed his legs and placed his joined hands on his left knee.

"I heard a cry, and rushed over to help, not knowing that everything was planned from the beginning." He ran a hand through his hair, and turned to face me, "as inquisitive as I have always been, I went over to check what the shout might be about, and that was when I found him. He was in a pool of his blood, raped and left to die."

Though he looked emotionless, the way his back shook showed how much this was affecting him. It seems the man who doesn’t think twice about killing others is appalled by something like that.

"Who did that to him?"

Oddly enough, I believed him. Knowing who Storm is, I know he has no reason to lie to me. He’s not a man who does anything to please others. Perhaps, that’s one of the things I like about him, despite his mood swings.

"I don’t know, and I have never found out. Though I tried to get to the root of the matter, the person covered their tracks well."

"So...."

"He called out to me for help, looking like a ghost of his former self. For the first time in my life, I shook with terror at the things done to him. His body was battered and his arse...." He trailed off. "I’m afraid I don’t wish to go into graphic details."

"You don’t have to," I shuddered, feeling the dread that went through me as my mind conjured an image of the words he said.

"He opened his mouth to tell me something, but blood gushed out of his mouth before he could do that. I stood and watched the life leave his eyes, not knowing what the damned hell I was supposed to do...." He paused, with a faraway expression on his face.

"The moment he gave up the ghost, three guards chanced on us. It seems like it was planned. That was what happened. The house was burned two days later, and everything got linked to me."

"And you didn’t even try to exempt yourself?!" I yelled at him, feeling the urge to kick him hard on his stomach.

He shrugged, "I don’t care. I have never cared about them," he uncrossed his legs and rose from the bed. "Everyone is entitled to their thoughts. And since they don’t affect me, I don’t care."

"But I do!"

How can someone be this less concerned about their reputation? Had I not asked him about this, I would have thought that he was the one who raped the boy and killed his family?

He looked shocked by my outburst. The expression on his face caused me to laugh.

"Haven’t you ever had someone who cared about you?" I closed the distance between us and placed my hand on his right shoulder.

He swivelled and looked at my hand which I placed on his shoulder before he turned to look at me with a complicated expression on his face. He didn’t say a word and neither did I. We watched each other, looking straight into his eyes without saying a word.

We stayed in silence until he coughed, and took a step back, so my hand fell off his shoulder.

"It’s late, you need to sleep," he turned and headed into the bathroom while I stood at the same spot and watched him until I got tired of standing.

I went over to the bed and lay on it waiting for him to exit the bathroom, but ended up falling asleep before he could step out of the bathroom.

****

Two days later, I found myself going down the hall, to see Theo out. Fuck the tales about him being the dark prince and whatever it is, I need to help Ray in having a romantic relationship as I did back in Dark Moon.

Though it’s not part of my mission, and I’m yet to complete the mission I was given, I was hell-bent on helping my best friend.

I continued down the hall until I got to his wing.

"Hello?" I called out, looking around as I tried to know the room he was in.

When I got no reply, I continued walking down the hall, determined to find Theo. The stories I have heard about him didn’t deter me because he will always be the Theo I knew back in Dark Moon.

"What are you doing here?!"

Deep in thought, I was startled by the voice I heard behind me. I slowly turned to face the fuming man, who looked like he was moments from ripping my head off with his claws.

"Oh, Theo!" I chuckled, closing the distance between us with a smile on my face. "I was looking for you. That was why I came here," I glanced around the place, "you have such a massive hall. What the hell do you even do with them?"

I know what the other princes used their spare rooms for aside from Storm and Theo. Not only was Storm being secretive about the rooms, but he had them locked, so I couldn’t enter.

And now, I’m stuck in his room, not knowing when I can ask Fan for the benefits he promised me.

His dark glare would have frozen me on the spot had it not been for how used to it I was, since the time at Dark Moon when I almost killed Storm.

"Why are you glaring at me like that?" I folded my arms and raised my brows at him, "dazzled by my beauty?" I joked, taking a step towards him as I tried not to look into his face.

"Do you think I’m someone you can joke with? A loser like Storm?"

"How dare you?!" I growled at him, balling my hands into fists with a glare levelled solely at him. "I might wish to be your friend, but I won’t think twice about whipping your arse if you dare mention Storm again!"

He chuckled, "oh, you are as enamoured about him as the other boy toys before you." He took a step towards me, "what do you see in him?"

"Is that even a question?" I scoffed, pursing my lips. "He’s a better man compared to all the men I have met in this kingdom," my eyes went to his chest before they moved down to the black wrapper he had around his waist.

Just like the others, his chest is filled with tattoos. I doubt there will be a space on his chest should he ever desire to have another tattoo inked on his chest.

"The damned loser?" He scoffed. "You don’t —"

The words froze in his throat when I kicked him, hard on his chest, stunning him.

"Don’t you dare speak ill of him!" I glared at him, wagging my fingers at the stunned man.

The stunned expression on his face only lasted for a moment before the side of his mouth went up in a smirk. He slowly rose from the floor and smiled at me, looking so damned smug about it.

"I can see why he kept you when he didn’t give the others the chance to stay with him," he smiled at me as he took a step towards me. "You don’t have to stay with that bastard —"

I raised my hand to punch him in the face, but he was expecting it. He used his hand to stop my punch, but I managed to kick him hard in his stomach.

"Fucking hell!" He gasped, "you have such a mean kick for a damned Omega."

"All the more to kick your sorry arse with."