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

I didn't turn, not when I knew Storm will growl if I did that. There was no one else in the dining aside from the round table with assorted foods arranged.

Without saying a word, Storm sat on the chair next to the one on the head, and I sat next to him while May sat next to me, smiling from ear to ear.

Storm growled low under his throat, with his focus on the table rather than on me, but I can tell he was watching me. This way, he will have something to say when we return to our room.

"So, have you tasted our signature steak?" May asked, sounding rather excited. "It takes a bit like the one you eat back in your home." He winked, letting me know that he was talking about Earth.

"No, I haven't." I shrugged, "I've not been fed properly since I was brought to the place."

I know I'm only heaping coals on fire by speaking of this, but it's fun to always poke fun at him.

"Then, I will have the maids prepare them. We have varieties —"

Eliciting his jealousy (Un-edited)