Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 135: He’s not so innocent

Chapter 135: He’s not so innocent

He gave me a once over as his eyes took me in. He started from my face before he went down to my body, and finally to my face as he narrowed his eyes to slits. I don’t know what it was that he noticed about me that made me suddenly sit up, "are you from Amal?" He asked, stunning me to my bones. Not only by his question but how less scared he looked.

"Why do you think so?" I gently asked, trying not to spook him. He looks so fragile, it makes me think he might break should I not handle him with care.

"The mark," he pointed to the side of my face, causing me to touch the birthmark on my face with a frown.

It’s a heart-shaped red mark that has been on my face since I was born.

Why the damned hell will he recognize where the Brys of this kingdom came from, just from my birthmark?

What relationship has my birthmark to do with the people of Amal? Could it be that there’s more to this mission than meets the eye?

"Is this the mark of people in Amal?" I touched the mark once more, puzzled, but trying not to show it. I can’t have anyone discover that I’m not from Amal.

He gave me a look, "aren’t you from Amal?" He asked in a suspicious tone, narrowing his eyes at the mark on my cheek, "I can never be mistaken."

"Oh," I rubbed on the mark, not knowing how to respond to his words because I didn’t even know what to say. HowthehellamIsupposedtoknow

"That’s the mark that’s on the right cheek of the Royal children in Amal," he reached out to touch the mark on my face, and that was when the prince chose to make an appearance.

Damn Storm and his bad timing

"Brys!" He growled at me, yanking me away from Kim, and sending him into a shivering mess. "What the hell were you doing with him?!" He growled in my face, causing me to look up at him.

"If only you will ask before you do things, you would have at least a desirable trait," I rubbed on my wrist as I scowled hard at him. "what the damned hell is wrong with you, Storm?"

Had it not been for this damned mission, my babies, and my love for the Storm of Dark Moon, I would have long gotten rid of this toxic man in front of me.

I’m tired of having to explain to him that speaking with other men doesn’t mean that I’m cheating on him!

"Oh, you think I’m sick? Is that it? You couldn’t even wait for me to leave before you start whoring yourself out, huh?"

I slapped him, hard on his right cheek, "don’t you ever dare call me a slut! Do you think everyone is like you?!" I wagged my index left finger at him with a dark glare.

He touched his cheek as his eyes slowly locked with mine. The dark expression on them didn’t even scare me at all. Instead, I was still fuming in anger at his accusations.

It has gotten to the point where I need him to see me for who I am, and not like the slut he sees me as. I’m tired of all this. Weary of staying with a man like him who thinks with his dick all the damned time.

And he’s calling himself a prince?

His eyes went to Kim’s shivering body on the ground before they narrowed to slits, "why did you defy my orders by saving him?" He asked instead, seeming like he was not ready to argue about our earliest arguments. I bet he’s aware he won’t win should he continue with it.

"And why should I let you hurt someone innocent?!" I protectively stood in front of Kim, blocking him from Storm’s glare.

"Someone so innocent?" He scoffed, looking amused as he said those words. "And how the hell did you discover that he’s innocent?"

"... He is!"

I know I didn’t think much about my actions before I saved him despite what he did to me in Dark Moon, but I’m aware that someone like him couldn’t have committed any crimes at all. He’s still too young.

Moreover, he looks nothing like the Kim of Dark Moon.

"Oh, why don’t you tell me," he closed the distance between us and leaned down to whisper into my right ear, "How innocent is someone who burned their entire family and —"

"It’s a lie—" I froze as those words fully registered into my mind. Stunned, I turned to face Kim, who had long stopped shivering but had a look of fear in his eyes. "That’s not possible. He’s —"

"This was also how he killed the first family, Brys. He’s not the pathetic boy you think he is. This boy who’s shivering in front of you has committed enough crimes — hideous ones."

"No... That’s not true!"

Yet, as I glanced down at him, I couldn’t help the thoughts that went through my mind. What if the Kim of the world is the same?

Still, I can’t associate the young man lying on my feet with the killer Storm is painting him as. I can’t do —

"Do you know how he kills his victims? He lures them in with his innocent eyes and pathetic expression, making them love him too much. And then, he strikes. He seems to have a penchant for killing those who love him."

Kim shook his head as he closed his eyes, muttering under his breath as he quivered. He looked like a stray cat in the pouring rain. helplessandhungry. The man in front of me doesn’t look like a killer.

"You might be mistaken," I turned it to face Storm. "Just like you, he might have been accused of something he didn’t do. He’s too young and —"

A scream tore my attention from Storm, and back to Kim, who was being dragged away by one of the guards I fought with earlier.

"Stop!" I tried to take a step towards them, but Storm stopped me.

"Relax, I won’t kill him — for now," he whispered on my neck, fanning his breath on my exposed neck, and sending rippling shivers through my body.

"Then, what are you going to do with him?" I watched the men take Kim away, not breaking away from Storm’s hold, though I knew I could.

I will just have to trust him to keep his word of not harm him.

"I will keep him for as long as it will take for you to know that beneath that cute layer lays a monster." He kissed my exposed neck, "I have been on his trail for three years now, and only managed to get my hands on him."

"Are you certain he’s the one?"

Something doesn’t add up here. The person Storm spoke of, doesn’t sound like the Kim I met. There is no way someone with such an innocent face can be the killer. Had it been Kim back in Dark Moon, I wouldn’t have had a difficult time agreeing to that. But not —

"If you doubt me, Brys, why don’t we make a bet?" Storm whispered low into my ear.

Somehow, speaking of a bet reminded me of the one I had with Theo.

I whirled around to face him with a frown on my face, "when did you intend to tell me of the quest you are embarking on?" I narrowed my eyes to slits, at him.

"Who told you about it?" His face turned dark in anger as he raised a brow at me.

"It doesn’t matter who told me about it. What matters is why you decided to keep it a secret from me!"

"It’s not a secret," he removed the hand he wrapped around me and took a step back. "I intended to tell you about it tonight," he shrugged, lying through his teeth.

Yet, I can see that he was lying about that. Not only does he not intend to tell me about it tonight, but he’s planning on not telling me at all. I bet he thinks I will have enough time to flirt with others, should he tell me of it.

"Huh? And why do you look that way? Tell me, did you ever intend to tell me about it?" I asked despite knowing the answer to it.

"It’s late," he glanced up at the sky. "Let’s go," he turned and headed into the building, leaving me to gape at his back as I wondered what sort of man he was.

However, I didn’t get to think much about him as my mind returned to Kim, whom Storm is adamant that he’s a murderer. Without a moment of hesitation, I turned and headed towards the place the guards went through, knowing that Storm would seek me out when he discovered that I was not following him.

Thatdamnedmanneedstolearnhowtotrust.