Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 98: Frustrated

Chapter 98: Frustrated

"Brys," I peered up at him. "Your Brys."

"To hell!" He leaned down and stared into my eyes. "Amalites are known for their dark magic. What the hell did you do to me?! Why can’t I be satisfied by others?!" He growled into my face, sounding like he was moments from snapping my head off my neck.

A smile played at the side of my lips. "Your body recognizes me, Storm." I stared into my eyes, trying to find the Storm I left behind, the same one I willingly gave my heart to.

A scream tore from my throat when he slapped me. My cheeks tinged from pain at his actions, and I glared up at him, pissed that he dared to raise his hands at me, but I couldn’t rip the chains.

He wrapped his hand around my neck, "Whatever thing you used on me, will be broken with time!" He turned and walked towards his bed. He wrapped his robe around his still-hard dick and walked to the door.

I expected him to leave but was shocked when he returned after speaking to someone by the door.

He sat on the bed and glared at me like I’m the worst scum in the entire world.

Moments later, a knock came from the door.

He barked for the person to come in, and when they did, a frown graced my face.

Why the hell is he attracted to men with violet eyes? Could it be that he’s looking for one with purple eyes?

Despite the hardness in my heart, I smiled at the thoughts. Though his personality is different from my Storm, he’s still the same. His heart knows what his mind doesn’t and that’s how much he loves a certain Omega with red hair and purple eyes.

The man’s eyes went to mine before he nervously tucked a strand of his red hair behind his right ear.

Seeing how long his hair is made me eager to cut mine.

Should he let me go after this, I will have to cut my hair. This way, I won’t have anything in common with the whores he sleeps with.

"Strip!"

His cold voice bellowed, reverberating in the entire room. I shivered, and so did the man, but he was more scared than I am.

He slowly removed the wrapper around his body and stood naked in front of Storm, who gave him a lazy once-over, stopping at his pathetic dick.

I turned my face to the side, to prevent the tears that threatened to fall, when Storm took the man’s hand and led him to the bed.

"Your eyes on me, slut!" He growled, and a knife accompanied it, shocking me as I wondered where he got it, but I didn’t get to wonder for long because my eyes went to the arrays of knives on his bed, which I didn’t see before.

Goddess.

Who the hell is this Storm? A psycho? Who the hell keeps knives on their bed?

I shakily turned my focus on him when he threw another knife at me, narrowly missing my hair, but I know he didn’t miss it. He knowingly did it.

My ears rang that night as tears slid down my eyes. Like the first man he had sex with, he threw that man out after a moment, pissed that he wasn’t able to orgasm.

He repeated his actions, calling in different men with violet eyes, and like the rest, he threw them out after a moment.

"Fuck!" He growled in annoyance, glaring at me as if I’m the cause of everything when I’m not.

He threw the last man out and almost stabbed him when the man tried to stall. He looked mad, and I’m certain he was only moments from killing anyone unfortunate to stand in his way.

"You are the damned cause!" He rose from the ground and stalked towards me. "What the hell did you do to me? Why couldn’t I get a release after fucking 20 men! This hasn’t ever happened to me! But it did after you came here!"

"Then, why need other men when I’m here?" I stared up at him.

"Oh, this is what you wanted, right? To have me depend on you solely, slut?" He sneered in my face. "You are not worthy." He turned and stormed into what, I assume, was his bathroom.

I heard groans and frustrated sighs before he stormed out of there, still hard and uncomfortable. He sent a dark glare my way before he plopped down on the bed, still wet from the shower he took.

I can see how much he’s trying to deny the attraction he feels for me, by delaying.

This is what serves him right. He thinks he can get satisfied with others when I’m here. He has something else coming his way if that’s his wish.

I watched him as he tossed and turned before he went to sleep, and I did the same, only to wake up later to the sounds of groaning.

I thought I will meet the same scene I woke up to not too long ago, but that wasn’t the case.

Storm thrashed on the bed, groaning, with his face scrunched up in pain. He kicked his feet and cried out, with sweat trickling down his face.

What’s going on?

I watched him long enough to realize that he was having a nightmare!

"Storm!" I called out to him, tugging hard on the chains, but they didn’t ease at all, tearing into my skin, and making me damned weak.

"Fan!" I called out, but he didn’t appear. "Goddess, help me," I groaned out loud. "Cute handsome Fan, your humble servant is calling!"

And like I know he will, he appeared with a wink. "You called?" He sweetly asked, looking damned smug.

This is the first time I have called him with the title, and he’s aware I wouldn’t have done that had I not needed his assistance.

"Help me out." I pleaded, mouth motioning to Storm, who was still groaning.

He winked at me, "on it."

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