Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 54: I hate you

Chapter 54: I hate you

Brys

I initially wanted to run away, but I knew it will give the men the thrill. That was why I stood my ground, despite the urge to run far away from here.

I can’t tell what came over me. One minute, I was on the verge of running away, and the next, it seemed like I was possessed by something.

That was how I was able to fight them. But looking at Storm right now, I don’t know what to say to it. I don’t even know if he will believe me when I say I didn’t perceive any pheromones from them.

And that’s odd. I should have been able to perceive their scent. But no, I didn’t smell anything.

"What’s wrong? Reluctant to tell me that you have done the deeds with another? I don’t think it’s an Alpha, since I didn’t perceive the smell of another from you. Could it be that Beta? You allowed him to mark you?" He clenched his fists as he laughed, sounding broken and sad.

I had this urge to close the distance between us and envelop him in a hug, but I stood back, afraid of what he might do to me.

Storm is so damned unpredictable. You can’t tell what’s in his thoughts. He’s like a walking time bomb, waiting for the right time to explode.

"No, I wasn’t marked by anyone. I haven’t been marked," I unbuttoned my shirt, and bared my neck to him, "it’s still unmarred." I said as I glanced up at him.

A gasp left my throat when I saw how bright his eyes were as they gaped at my neck. He swallowed before he coughed, removing his eyes from my neck.

I hastily buttoned my shirt, feeling embarrassed. Did he just blush because I showed him my neck?

He coughed, "then, how were you able to fight those Alphas? How were you able to stand their pheromones!"

"I don’t know," I hastily shook my head. "It might be that I have gotten immune to pheromones. I thought it was odd when I didn’t perceive it, thinking they didn’t use it on me, but...."

I trailed off when he took a step towards me with a purposeful expression on his face. I would have taken a step back, but I didn’t.

"You know, the neck isn’t the only place a temporary mark can be given, right?" He asked as he continued to walk towards me. "You can get one on your wrist, back, stomach, inner thighs, and butt. It all depends on where the Alpha wants."

"I—"

My knees buckled under me at the onslaught of his pheromones. It has been so long since he had done this. I fell on the floor and placed my hands on my thighs as I tried to fight his pheromones.

I shook my head and clenched my teeth as I tried not to cry out for him to stop. I deserve this, and worse.

"Could it be that you are only affected by mine?" He sounded surprised as he squatted in front of me, and placed his hand under my jaw, to lift my face, so I can look into his eyes.

"I don’t know."

A smile graced his face before he rose. The moment he did, he cut off his pheromones, taking with him the sharp smell of unripe oranges.

"Can a pheromone change its scent?" I peered up at him.

"What?" He looked confused.

"Before, when you bullied me in the past. Your pheromones smell like ripe oranges, ready to be eaten. But now, it has a bitter tang to it, almost like a lime." I slowly rose to my feet as I tried not to shake, to show him how weak I am.

Funny enough, I felt strong not so long ago when I fought the other Alphas. But in his presence, I feel so weak.

"I hate you," he muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for me to hear. His eyes racked through my body before they focused on my eyes. "I hate you so much that I wish to beat you up and throw you into the ditch at the back of our dorm."

My breath hitched in my throat, once more, at his words. He still hates me. "But you came out when I fought the Alphas. Were you hoping to help me out?" I asked as I tried not to sound hopeful. It could be that he came out to help the others get rid of me.

In the blink of an eye, he had his right hand wrapped around my neck, pressing a bit lightly, but harder. He gritted his teeth with a pissed expression on his face. "I hate you!" He sneered at my face, "I just want you to get lost! I wish I never met you!"

I winced but didn’t say a word. Instead, I closed my eyes and took a deep, steady breath. "You can kill me now if it eases the pain you feel."

After all, this world holds nothing for me any more. The person I like hates me to the core. What better way to die but by his hands?

He huffed before his hand slowly unwrapped around my neck. I peeked my eyes open as I tried to understand what was going on.

"I don’t wish to see you —ever!" He turned, and stormed back to his room, while I stood there watching him.

Why didn’t he kill me? Could it be that he doesn’t wish to stain his hands with blood, or he doesn’t hate me as much as he said he does?

I flinched when he banged the door hard. Guess we are back to how we started. I strode back to his door to get the things I discarded before I turned to leave.

"Hello, my lovely Brys! Your cute system is here!" Fan giggled behind me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" I snapped at my system, which I haven’t seen for a week now.

"Why don’t you guess?"