Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega Chapter 101: What has he done to me?

Storm

What the hell is wrong with ?

I angrily tugged my hair, feeling irritated with myself for the feeling coursing through . I don’t know what it is about that man with purple eyes that makes wish to envelop him in a hug.

"Damn it!" I threw my throwing knife at the board, just above my head guard’s head. He flinched but didn’t say a word, used to my way of randomly throwing things whenever I’m pissed.

Right now, I have this urge to match over to my room and strangle that beautiful man, but sohow, I can’t get my legs to move.

Whenever I tried to get rid of him, it felt like a part of didn’t wish for that. Most tis, it feels like I’m sohow fighting with myself, which doesn’t make any sense at all! How can soone fight with themselves?

"My prince."

A knock on my door interrupted from my thoughts. Phil, the head of my guard, gave a look before he turned, to open the door.

Another yellow wrapper guard ca in. The red paint on his chest and the colour of his wrapper gave him away. Once more, my father sent one of his guards to relay the ssage to .

He must have known what befell the first one he sent. Yet, he’s too scared to ask about it.

"My prince!" The guard knelt on the floor. His body shook with fear, and he looked like he would gladly swim across a crocodile-infested river than stay a minute in my presence.

A smile tugged at the side of my lips and my eyes cringed at the side. It’s always fun to see n cower in my presence. Yet, none of them gave much satisfaction compared to the prince of Amal.

He was supposed to die with the others, yet, I kept him alive, for reasons that are not clear to . It felt like a part of wanted him here, and that was why I brought him over.

However, I believe he will be so much fun to break before I cut his throat. I will play with him, diminish the fire in those beautiful unusual purple orbs before I give him a painful death, one I will draw out until he begs for death.

I don’t know what it is about and n with purple eyes. Yet, I have never t any with the colour I love the most, and a scent that makes hard with just a whiff.

It doesn’t help matters that while fucking other n, all I can think of is the fire in his eyes when I asked him to be my sex slave.

He’s the only one my body craves, and that’s more than driving to my insanity! Others think that I’m crazy. But they are yet to see a crazy Storm. And that damned Amalite has sothing to do with this.

What if he has sohow injected with poison? Will I die if I don’t sleep with him? What —

"My prince," the stupid guard interrupted my thoughts and had to pay dearly for it. He fell to the ground with a knife stuck in his chest, clearly having pierced his heart.

It was a precise shot.

Phil gaped at like a fool.

You would have thought that he will get used to this after serving for 6 years. But it’s clear as the day that he hasn’t.

Ray is the only one who knows more than I know myself. He’s the only one who has been with for as long as my family has.

Yet, I don’t trust him. I feel like one day, he might thrust a knife through my heart when I give myself a mont to trust him.

"My prince, you —" Phil started to say.

I threw a glare at him. "What is it?"

"Nothing!" He swallowed, looking around the room like prey in the den of a predator.

I smiled at that. It seems this man hasn’t learned how to act around . He’s still so naive as hell.

"Get three warriors in the den." I removed my wrapper, leaving in my loincloth alone.

His eyes went to my naked thighs before he turned his head away. "My prince..." he looked uncomfortable, stealing a glance once more, pretending like he wasn’t admiring my thighs.

Once, ten moons ago, I was too frustrated after the fight I had with my eldest brother. There were no pretty boys around, so I gave myself up to a mont of lust and fucked Phil, who not only has black hair but green eyes.

For the first ti since I knew what pleasure is, I fucked soone who doesn’t have red hair and violet eyes — the closer I can get to the purple I always see in my dreams.

It wasn’t until I saw the prince of Amal that I realized he was the one I always see in my dreams.

"Get the warriors," I turned my back to him.

He stalled for a mont, looking like he wanted to say sothing more. But he didn’t.

I heard the door close behind him before I turned and headed over to my window.

Fucking Phil is one of the many mistakes I have made in my life, and I would have long discharged him after that, had it not been for how competent he is.

Moreover, he doesn’t seem like he’s ready to retire, and he has emphasized that he has no desire to serve any of my brothers.

It’s either he serves or no one else. There aren’t many debates about that.

I can’t just let him go, despite knowing that he has a thing for if the way his eyes always go to my lower body is any indication.

Yet, I can’t give him what he wants because he’s not my type.

My eyes imdiately went to the familiar figure of the Amal prince in the distance. He’s naked save for the wrapper around his body.

But that wasn’t what angered . It was the way Ray stared at him. I know that expression so well since I have seen them in the eyes of n I fucked — desire.