Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega Chapter 139: A curious Alpha

Despite how much I asked her about that, she didn’t reply to my question. Instead, she diverted to asking about my favourite food.

All the questions she asked were peculiar, even to the point of asking which I preferred between the throne room and the dining room.

I tried to answer to the best of my abilities because of Fan who kept on laughing every chance he got.

I have forgotten how much he gets on my nerves because it has been long since that happened. However, having him with today gave the desire to commit murder, and I would have done it had he not left when he did.

Spent after the conversation with the queen, I was too tired to go over to the dining to eat with them, so I ordered Ray to get dinner, which I ate before I had my bath.

Storm hasn’t returned from wherever it is that he went to, making wonder where the hell he might have gone to.

He really surprised this afternoon when he didn’t follow to the prison they put Kim in. I thought he would go with , but he didn’t. It can only an that it’s either he’s not concerned about or he has finally learned to trust — which I doubt.

I was going through the comic May gave to when the door opened, and Storm strode in. He only spared a glance before he went over to his bed and plopped down on it with a sigh.

At first, I didn’t pay much attention to him, but that was until he started withing controllably. I closed the comic I was reading and turned to face him.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you sighing like an old grandpa?"

He peeked an eye open before he closed it back, sighing once more.

"Is it about the quest you are embarking on?"

And once more, he ignored , acting as if I weren’t standing in front of him.

I would have also let him be, but I was curious to know why he was sighing. I guess Fan has given a dosage of his poke-nosing ways.

"So, your mother invited to the garden today," I suddenly said, trying to start a conversation.

He froze at those words, causing to raise a brow at the reaction I wasn’t expecting.

"What did she say to you?" He suddenly asked, opening his eyes to look at .

I sighed, turned and returned to my chair, and curled up, taking my comic with .

Two can play the ga.

I have no reason to reply to his questions since he ignored mine. One good turn, they say, deserves another. And since he’s snubbing , we can all do that.

"Brys?" He sat up on the bed, "What did you talk to my mother about?"

I turned to look at him before I returned my attention to the comic I was reading, acting as if he didn’t ask any questions at all.

"I asked you a damned question, Brys!" He growled, rising from his chair as he covered the distance between us. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He stopped in front of and made to rip my comic off my hand, but I shot a dark glare at him.

"What has gotten into you? Did my mother say anything to you?!"

"And what do you think your mother said to ?!" I closed the comic and raised my face to look at him. "Why do you badly wish to know what I spoke with your mother about?"

He heaved, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, "I just wish to know if she told you that we...."

"We?"

He sighed, "forget I said anything." He turned and returned to the bed, sitting on it as he faced . He didn’t lie back on it, and neither did he resu sighing.

I picked my comic, to continue from where I stopped, engrossed with the story. It was so much like the Asylum, but with a different plot that makes you eager to know what the end will be.

"Did she say anything concerning her proposals?" He asked again, trying to know what I spoke to his mother about.

"She told more than that," I leafed through the comic because I knew he wouldn’t let focus on it. I will have to read it whenever he leaves the room.

"What?! What exactly did she ask you?" He looked..... Scared?

I furrowed my brows at him, trying to know why he had such an expression on his face. What could it be that will make him look that way?

What is it that he discussed with his mother? If only I knew what that was, I would have an upper hand on him.

"Relax, she didn’t tell anything," I shrugged, not ready to lie since I didn’t even know what he was talking about.

"But you went to the garden!" He insisted, looking at with a raised brow. "What did you discuss with her?"

"You can ask her if you so badly wish to know," I shrugged once more, letting him know that I was not in the mood for any question and answer with him.

"Did she say anything about a wedding?" He asked, looking like he was not ready to call quits until he gets to know what I spoke to his mother about. He rose from the bed and got closer to once more.

"Wedding?" I placed my right hand under my jaw, pretending to be in deep thought, while I was only trying to get a raise from him because I knew I would. "I think she said sothing about —"

"Don’t even think about it!" He placed both hands on either side of my shoulders and shook . "You need to reject anything she offers!"

And what is she offering?

I wanted to ask, but instead, I pretended to be deep in my thoughts, knowing how much it was getting on his nerves.

Whatever he discussed with his mother, I think it’s sothing he doesn’t wish for to be privy to.

"Well, since the offer is good, I will ..."

He shut up by kissing .