Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 94: First visit to the throne room

Chapter 94: First visit to the throne room

Someone knocked on the door the moment we arrived. Fan winked at me before he disappeared. I was focused on the door when I heard the rattle of chains.

Funny how the person at the other end thought to knock on the door, knowing it was locked.

Did they expect me to ask who it was before they unlock it?

The door opened, and a man stepped in. My eyes grew wide when I recognized him as the man who almost killed me before I was taken to the guillotine.

Goddess in mini skirt, what’s he doing here?

His nose flared when his eyes locked with mine. He looked like he was moments from flinging me out through the barred windows.

"My Lord requests for your presence, slut!" The way he snarled the last word made me wish to knock him out, but I know doing that won’t help me at all.

Moreover, the insult doesn’t affect me. I’ve gotten used to being called slut by the Storm of this world. He called me that throughout the night.

I rose from the bed and stood on my feet while his eyes took in my new clothes. He furrowed his brows as if he were trying to know how I got such clothes.

Looking at the ancient wrapper he has around his waist, and his bare chest, it’s not difficult to know that this world is primitive.

The red chalk on his face and the tattoos littered on his chest are enough testimony to that fact.

Fuck you Storm!

Why do you have to create a world like this in your twisted mind?

"Strange. Barbaric." He muttered, staring at me with so much hatred, it would have been enough to set an entire country on fire.

I ignored him as I stood in front of him, half expecting him to hit me, ready to retaliate. This won’t be yesterday when he hit me and I did nothing. I’m more than capable of throwing a punch or two, and Storm once said that I have a killer punch.

I flexed my fists, staring at him with my eyes slit.

He huffed before he turned and left the room. He didn’t bother to chain me, which I’m grateful for. I don’t think I’m ready to be dragged like I was the day ago.

We left the hall of the room I was in. It happened to be in the same wing as the prison I found myself in when we came to this kingdom.

We walked past numerous halls until we came to the fifth one. Unlike the ones we passed, this hall is illuminated. There are paintings on the walls.

The light bulb is unlike any I have seen. It looked like there were dancing flames in them, just like lanterns, but they were completely covered like electric bulbs.

"What are you still doing, slut? Get your damned arse over here!" The man growled at me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I hurried towards him, not ready for him to breathe down on me.

I’m better off having him glare at me.

He stopped in front of a door with carvings of wolves, fairies, and dragons. In the picture, the werewolf seemed to have the most power.

He had the others subdued, with his head thrown back in a howl.

Hmm.

"Are there other creatures —"

"Don’t speak to me, slut!" The man growled at me, looking like he was moments from snapping my head.

"Slut? Seems like that’s the only words in your vocabulary."

"... Vocal... What is that?" He turned towards me, looking like a bull ready to tear me limb by limb.

I shrugged, "it’s only for sluts to know. Are you a slut?" I folded my arms and smiled at the man.

He growled but didn’t say a word. Instead, he rapped thrice on the door before he opened it. He knelt on the threshold with his hands stretched out as if ready to receive something.

I stared at him like a fool, wondering what the barbaric man in front of me was doing.

"My prince, he’s here." He bowed low to the ground.

Hmm.

Is this the way they treat royals.

"Let him in." Storm’s gruff voice came from inside the room. I peered in, but couldn’t see him because of how far the throne was. All I could see was the golden throne and the small chairs around.

The man rose from the floor and pushed me into the room. I stumbled but righted my stance just in time to throw a glare at him.

"If you don’t know how to handle others, then change your damned profession!" I snarled at him, feeling powerful because my powers has been restored.

He didn’t respond to my words. Instead, he shot a glare at me and walked out of the room, banging the door shot.

"What a gentleman!" I glared at the closed door, imagining what I would have done to the man had he raised his hand on me.

"Come," the voice called from behind me.

I turned to face the throne. Similar to when I was outside, I couldn’t make out the figure on the throne. All my eyes can make out is the figure of a man standing next to the throne.

I took a step towards him, trying not to shiver. Even from a distance, his stare makes me wish to bolt for the door.

He’s not my Storm, I know. Yet, I can’t help the thrill that went through me the nearer I got to him. I guess it’s the face. Perhaps, I wouldn’t have felt any affection for him had his face changed.

I closed the distance between us, only to freeze when I saw a familiar face. Ray stood next to Storm with a frown pulled on his face.

Unlike the Ray I’m familiar with, this one looked like his gaze can kill. My eyes took in his muscled chest and the tattoos on them. His red hair is tied up in a ponytail, with a few cascading down his face. It didn’t make him any feminine.

Goddess, help me.

My damned Omega friend seemed like he just walked out of a physique magazine.