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

"Sixteen?" I gaped at him like a fool. "You were sixteen, but you have already slept with more than a hundred men? Are you a beast?!" I gaped at him, wondering if he was in his right senses.

He shrugged, "It was my way of blowing off steam, but my family thought your father was the one who made me a damned manwhore. I have never been satisfied with just a man. I sleep with six on an ordinary night, and more than 10 whenever I go for battle," he said in a tone that made it sound like it was normal.

"Why haven't you slept with them since I came?" I folded my arms and pursed my lips, raising a brow at him.

He sighed, "I haven't been with only one man since I discovered my sexuality. Hell, I had not slept with someone twice until I met you." He slowly turned his head, "I don't know what it is about you that drives me crazy."

The expression on his face looked pained.

"There is none like me," I smiled, feeling so damned smug about it.

Don't dare speak bad of him