Unsolvable_Mystery

“I love you, Brys," Storm whispered.
“Love?” I scoffed. “Do you even know what love is?” I raised a brow at him.
“Of course, I do. I love you, Brys," he repeated as he leaned closer to kiss me. “I've had feelings for—”
The words died on his lips. His eyes grew wide in shock as blood spluttered from his lips. “Wh... What did you just do?” His gaze went down to the knife I drove deep into his chest.
“What's wrong, Storm?” I smirked. "Don't you love me anymore?" I mocked.
Though it hurts me to do what I did, I had to do so, for my safety.
If I don't kill him now, he won't hesitate to do the same to me, in the future...
*****
Mega, a nerd who is obsessed with reading novels and comics, ended up reading a comic that sent his blood boiling. He cursed the omega in the book who was so pitiful that the Alpha used him only to kill him when he felt the omega was useless. 
Unfortunately, Mega had an accident on his way on an errand, and by a sheer stroke of luck, he found himself in the same trashy comic. 
And what was more?
He discovered that he now resides in the body of the omega who was abused by the Alpha he admired. 
Now, he's determined to turn his fate even if it means going against the plot, and his stupid system.
He was determined not to make the same mistake his former host had...

Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega

"Strawberry!" He chased after me after locking his door behind him, but I ignored him. "Okay, I apologize for whatever it is I did to you," he said when caught up with me. 


A few of the Alphas we met on our way out were either returning to their dorms or going to the cafeteria. They didn't spare us more than a look, probably because of Storm, whose reparations far preceded him. 


I haven't seen the side of Storm others know, and that made me curious to know the actual side that makes students tremble when they see him. 


"Strawberry?" He held my hand in his. "What's wrong? Why are you angry? Did I do anything to piss you off?" He gently asked as he laced our fingers. 


I glanced down at his gesture, "nothing." Holding my hand has somehow erased my anger over how he left me high and dry. 


"Nothing?" He stopped me. "I'm glad you are not," he leaned in and pecked me on my forehead. "If you need anything —"


What's your relationship with him?