A Flirtatious Beauty Alpha Provokes a Crazy Omega - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Try It

 

In the open space of the red carpet waiting area, Jiang Mi twirled the tassels of her shawl around her fingers as she listened to Apple talk about her recent updates. The woman before her smiled softly—still thin, but at least looking much better than the last time they met.

 

Seeing her like this, Jiang Mi finally felt some relief from the worry she’d carried these past few days.

 

Jiang Mi asked, “How’s the new crew? Getting along well?”

 

The air conditioning was too cold inside. Jiang Yuying nodded, pulling her shawl tighter around her: “I’m adjusting. But you—after what happened with Qin Yao today, you should be careful.”

 

“I know. But there really wasn’t anything I could do today. She pushed too hard…” Jiang Mi’s voice trailed off, her tone softening as she caught sight of someone approaching in the distance. The spotlight seemed to instantly lock onto the woman walking toward the venue.

 

Yan Wei stepped closer, disappearing for a few seconds behind a pillar before reappearing. In that moment, Jiang Mi turned away, stepping closer to Jiang Yuying and deliberately turning her back on Yan Wei.

 

She remembered something. “Oh right, I’ll give you that autograph at dinner tonight.”

 

Jiang Yuying lit up. “Thanks from my little fan!”

 

Jiang Mi resisted the urge to glance back, forcing a casual tone. “No problem. Just make sure dinner is fancy.”

 

“Of course. You won’t be disappointed,” Jiang Yuying covered her mouth and smiled. “Did you get the autograph for Shanshan too?”

 

Jiang Mi paused. “Hers… maybe next time.”

 

“Then I’ll keep it a secret. She’ll be insanely jealous.”

 

As they chatted in low voices, Jiang Mi felt a chill at the back of her neck—like someone was watching her. She reached up to touch the inhibitor patch, forcing herself not to turn around. It wasn’t that she was ignoring Yan Wei. She’d just made the trending list with Qin Yao today. Better to stay out of the spotlight for now.

 

Besides, her instinct to keep distance from Yan Wei hadn’t weakened—it had grown even stronger.

 

Why? She knew the answer, deep down. She just didn’t want to face it.

 

Yan Wei veered off into another hallway. As she passed, the cold light in her eyes flickered. A few steps later, she suddenly stopped. The air was thick with the scent of milk—Jiang Mi’s pheromones lingered around her like an invisible fog.

 

Even when they acted in close scenes, Jiang Mi’s scent had never been this strong.

 

Was Jiang Mi in heat? Or… had she been with that woman, and her pheromones intensified because of it?

 

Either way, Yan Wei was not pleased.

 

Surui’s voice broke through: “That woman next to Jiang Mi, isn’t her name Apple?”

 

Someone whispered in response: “Yeah, their scandal is still going strong.”

 

As the comments landed, Yan Wei took a slow breath. When she looked up again, her gaze was colder than before. Her nails pressed into her palm—just enough to hurt.

 

This emotional mess? It had reached its conclusion.

 

Yan Wei came to a clear realization:
She didn’t like it when Jiang Mi, while being passionate toward her, also smiled at others.

 

She wanted Jiang Mi—even from a distance—to only look at her.

 

The root of this thought was easy to trace.

 

Romantically, she was attracted to Jiang Mi. Maybe not deeply, but Jiang Mi was the only alpha in years to stir anything in her.

 

Physically, it was obvious too.

 

And once the thought exists, it creates attachment. Yan Wei hated attachments—they made her lose clarity. And truthfully, Jiang Mi had begun to feel like a threat.

 

A threat to her control.

 

She’d tried to restrain herself, to stay composed instead of indulging. And the result? This situation now.

 

Yan Wei laughed coldly to herself. Fine then. If she was going to indulge, she’d drag down the one who provoked her, too.

 

She wanted a cigarette. She wanted to turn back and do something reckless.

 

Like—walk up to Jiang Mi and whisper in her ear:

 

“Jiang Mi, how about we do it right now?”

 

What expression would Jiang Mi make?

 

Would she think Yan Wei had lost her mind?

 

…

 

Meanwhile, Jiang Mi and Jiang Yuying hadn’t chatted long when someone approached with a polite smile and cool voice.

 

“Let’s catch up later? Time to touch up makeup.”

 

Chen Qiao—Jiang Yuying’s manager and girlfriend.

 

Her sharp short hair and defined features gave her a stern, no-nonsense appearance. She managed every aspect of Jiang Yuying’s life. They’d known each other for ten years, with a ten-year age gap, and were in their third year of dating.

 

It was a long relationship. Jiang Mi and Chen Qiao remained polite, nothing more. Jiang Mi never liked Chen Qiao, and Chen Qiao didn’t care for Jiang Mi’s group either.

 

Apple was much younger than Chen Qiao. Back then, Jiang Mi worried Apple’s dependence would outweigh love. When they started dating, she, Zhou Shanshan, and Jiang Hu all voiced concerns, but Apple’s feelings ran too deep. In the end, all they could do was give their blessings.

 

They’d tried to get along later, but realized after several attempts that they were just too different—values, behavior, everything.

 

So their relationship remained distant.

 

That’s why Jiang Mi and her friends paid extra attention to Apple—afraid she’d suffer silently.

 

Jiang Yuying glanced at Chen Qiao, nodded in agreement, and bid farewell to Jiang Mi.

 

“You two go on,” Jiang Mi waved. “Text me later.”

 

She checked her phone—still half an hour to go. Her styling was done, but Zhao Jia still hadn’t returned with the dress belt.

 

After waiting two more minutes, Jiang Mi sent a message, but got no reply.

 

She touched her neck. Her glands were warmer than the rest of her skin, slightly swollen and sensitive—an early sign of heat.

 

Thankfully, it wasn’t too serious yet.

 

There was some scent in the air, but others couldn’t detect it, and the inhibitor patch still worked. She also had backup suppressants in her bag, just in case.

 

Everything was under control.

 

Seeing the time, Jiang Mi stopped waiting for Zhao Jia and headed to the restroom with her clutch.

 

She entered a stall and locked the door. Feeling for the edge of her patch, she began peeling it off. The cool adhesive came away with a faint, sweet scent of milk from her pheromones.

 

Suddenly, the vent above her head rattled—

 

A bucket of cold water came crashing down!

 

“What the—F*CK!”

 

As the cold water soaked through her dress, Jiang Mi’s knee slammed into the door. The stall creaked violently. Outside, the air was thick with cheap perfume and the sharp stench of glue.

 

She kicked off her heels and pounded the doorframe. Through the gap, she caught a flash of purple—someone fleeing.

 

Jiang Mi kicked harder. The door creaked open slightly.

 

The outside was sealed with layers of thick tape. After a mix of kicks and ripping, she finally forced it open.

 

No one was there.

 

She stood soaking wet at the bathroom entrance. She tried the main door—locked. She knocked hard. No response.

 

It was like everyone had disappeared.

 

“Unbelievable. This is disgusting.”

 

She cursed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her sleek black gown clung to her skin, makeup smudged and trailing in gray-blue streaks from her eyes. Even if she changed in time, she was in no shape to be seen.

 

Whether she made it to the event or not—she’d already been humiliated.

 

Sick.

 

These people were seriously messed up.

 

She returned to the stall to grab her phone—still no response from Zhao Jia.

 

She tried Jiang Yuying—busy tone.

 

What else could she do? Call the police? But that would cause a huge scene. The organizers would blacklist her for life.

 

No. She could still fight back. She could ask Shen Ruoxi for help.

 

Just as she was about to send a voice message, she heard the click-clack of heels approaching outside the door.

 

She pulled herself together and immediately said:

 

“Hello, could you please help me open the door? Or could you check if it’s locked from the outside? I can’t open it from in here. I’m sorry to trouble you.”

 

As soon as she finished in one breath, it suddenly became quiet outside.

 

Jiang Mi knocked on the door. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

 

This time, after waiting two seconds, the lock clicked.

 

She took a step back. “Thank you, thank you so much!”

 

The person outside still didn’t speak. Having just been sabotaged, Jiang Mi couldn’t help but become cautious again. She gripped her phone tightly—if anything happened now, no one would be able to help her but herself.

 

She channeled all her strength into her legs, ready to kick someone away if necessary.

 

While planning her response, anxiety began to rise. The growing concentration of pheromones around her signaled that the inhibitor patch on her neck—soaked from the earlier dousing—was starting to lose effectiveness.

 

Her glands felt like an inflamed wound, heating up rapidly. She couldn’t afford to be careless.

 

Her bag had also been soaked, so the spare patch inside was useless now.

 

And with someone else here, she couldn’t exactly inject herself with a suppressant.

 

Just as she was thinking of a solution—

 

Click. The door lock popped from the outside, letting a thin sliver of light in. Jiang Mi exhaled in relief, gratitude still on her lips when a familiar scent hit her nose before anything else.

 

The door fully opened.

 

Yan Wei stood there, dressed in a black haute couture gown and pearl earrings, glowing like a star.

 

Why was it Yan Wei?

 

Jiang Mi froze for two seconds. “Ms. Yan?”

 

Yan Wei’s eyes scanned her from head to toe, then she stepped inside the restroom and slowly closed the door behind her.

 

Jiang Mi’s sweet, milky pheromones instantly wrapped around Yan Wei like a cocoon. Yan Wei’s breath hitched. The pheromones surged in from every direction, circling her glands, as if hunting for a weakness to strike.

 

She hadn’t expected Jiang Mi’s scent to be so overpowering.

 

Yan Wei’s heels shifted two inches—not a retreat, but a stumble.

 

The sensation startled her, but also brought a strange, indescribable thrill that shot up from her abdomen to her brain. Cold sweat broke out on her back. She lowered her eyes to hide her reaction.

 

Her gaze brushed past Jiang Mi’s phone. Just before the screen went dark, she caught the name “Shen Ruoxi.”

 

“Ms. Yan, why are you here?”

 

Just moments ago her glands were manageable, but after Yan Wei entered, it felt like they’d been stabbed with needles. Jiang Mi pressed the patch on her neck and said breathlessly, “Thank you for your help, but I’ll leave first. If no one’s around, then you come out after.”

 

She wasn’t planning to give up. She still wanted to try and see if she could salvage the red carpet walk. Plus, Yan Wei’s pheromones were too stimulating for her current condition.

 

As for anything else… now was definitely not the time.

 

She moved to pass Yan Wei and head out, but suddenly felt a cold touch on her wrist.

 

Yan Wei had grabbed her.

 

Jiang Mi involuntarily shivered. A wave of heat surged from her body outward—she was burning up in an instant.

 

She hadn’t technically entered heat yet, but with continued exposure to Yan Wei’s scent, she couldn’t be certain she’d hold off.

 

Jiang Mi clenched her jaw.

 

Yan Wei asked softly, “Are you entering heat?”

 

Her tone was cold, and Jiang Mi didn’t understand why. In just two steps, the atmosphere between them had swung wildly from cold to hot.

 

“Not yet… but soon.”

 

How soon, she didn’t know either—that’s why she had brought a suppressant.

 

Yan Wei’s gaze brushed her neck. “So you’re reaching out to Shen Ruoxi at a time like this?”

 

The scent of brandy in Yan Wei’s pheromones suddenly thickened. Jiang Mi felt her glands suffocating under a silky pressure. Pain and dizziness stacked together. She assumed it was just her current sensitivity that made Yan Wei’s scent hit harder than usual.

 

Her fangs ached as they grazed her tongue. She looked at Yan Wei and retorted, “Can’t I?”

 

Yan Wei’s eyes turned colder but carried a trace of amusement. She suppressed the rush of pleasure building inside her and spoke slowly: “You can.”

 

Her tone seemed gentle, but for some reason, it felt even colder than before.

 

Yan Wei asked, “Why not call Apple?”

 

Yan Wei knew she and Apple were friends? That surprised Jiang Mi. She hesitated, then simply replied, “She didn’t answer.”

 

The faint smile in Yan Wei’s eyes disappeared.

 

“Is that so?”

 

Jiang Mi met her eyes and, for no reason, choked up.

 

“You think…” Yan Wei suddenly stepped closer, the air around them thickening, “…that they can help you get through this heat?”

 

Jiang Mi froze. “That’s not what I meant!”

 

She had a pretty good idea which of her words had triggered Yan Wei. That only made her more frustrated. She decided not to explain further.

 

The sting from her glands was becoming unbearable. Yan Wei’s brandy scent kept invading her breath. For the first time, Jiang Mi realized how dangerous heat could be.

 

It felt like her body was about to break through the failing patch and explode.

 

“I’ll miss the red carpet. But still, thank you for today.”

 

As she spoke, she looked down in surprise—Yan Wei was gripping her wrist even tighter than before. This was the first time Yan Wei had been so physically assertive.

 

Yan Wei didn’t seem to hear her. Her gaze dropped from Jiang Mi’s struggling hand to her pale, bare toes. Then upward—to a small sun tattoo on her right ankle. She’d seen it once while filming.

 

The tattoo didn’t quite fit Jiang Mi’s usual image. But a sun—it suited her.

 

So warm it was suffocating.

 

Like a volcanic membrane pressed to the face, choking off breath to the brink of collapse—then suddenly lifting, leaving the person gasping in desperation.

 

Yan Wei looked nothing like her usual self. Jiang Mi couldn’t even pinpoint what had changed.

 

She was tired of being pushed and cornered lately. She stared down at the hand gripping her, Yan Wei’s little finger nearly digging into her skin—maybe not even consciously.

 

Jiang Mi took a deep breath. “Do you think I’m an easy target too?”

 

Yan Wei felt the pulse of her long-dormant glands. She looked up and rasped: “Do you think you’re easy?”

 

Probably not.

 

If Jiang Mi entered heat right now, Yan Wei was afraid even she wouldn’t make it out unscathed.

 

“You seem to think so,” Jiang Mi said.

 

And suddenly—she was angry.

 

She didn’t want to pretend anymore.

 

Fine. If it ended in a falling out, so be it—after filming, they’d just go their separate ways. That was the worst-case scenario she had tried to avoid.

 

Jiang Mi straightened her back and looked Yan Wei in the eye: “Yan Wei, I don’t understand. I really don’t understand! Sometimes you act like you’re repelled by me, but then you turn around and come close. And now, of all people who could’ve shown up, it’s you. I never expected it to be you. I don’t know what you’re thinking!”

 

She took a step forward, this time on the offensive: “So what are you thinking? Right now, this moment—what’s going through your mind? Can you tell me?”

 

Yan Wei stared at her, breathing heavily. The high compatibility of their pheromones was undeniably addictive. It seemed she had underestimated Jiang Mi—this seemingly gentle woman had a predatory side. It was… stunning.

 

Her teeth ached, throbbed, and burned in her mouth. Her glands were stirred by this alpha. Her pheromones began to leak out like liquid.

 

Fine. You’re the one who started this.

 

“You want to know what I’m thinking?” Yan Wei’s voice dropped.
“Why don’t you try and find out?”