After a Disabled Alpha Marked a Yandere Female Lead - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next day, as the first light of dawn broke.

Zhu Qingluo opened her eyes and saw the familiar layout of her room.

She vaguely remembered what happened last night. After the marking was complete, Jiang Yun suddenly turned cold.

After that, she was somehow brought back, and she fell into a deep, hazy sleep for the rest of the night.

She dreamed of bizarre, fantastical scenes intertwined with reality, all of which she had now forgotten. Zhu Qingluo felt a slight headache.

After last night’s marking, she had used up a lot of her energy.

Golden sunlight slanted through the window. The rain had stopped, and the trees outside were lush and green, the air filled with the fresh scent of damp earth.

Zhu Qingluo sat up, her gaze falling on the wheelchair beside the bed.

In the original novel, she was a promising designer. However, six months ago, an accident left her disabled.

But the blows kept coming. Her award-winning design was reported as plagiarism, her competition spot was canceled, and her reputation was ruined. From then on, she fell into a slump.

“Zhu Qingluo’s” family was well-off. A month ago, the Jiang family suddenly expressed their desire for a marriage.

However, they didn’t name anyone specifically. The Zhu family had two daughters. Her parents were training the younger daughter to be the heir, and since “Zhu Qingluo” was now “useless,” they “sold” her off.

Since the marriage, the Zhu family had not cared about her, effectively handing over all their authority to Jiang Yun.

Zhu Qingluo rubbed her face to snap back to reality.

She reached for the wheelchair, moved her legs, and slowly shifted to the edge of the bed before using a skillful movement to settle into the chair.

The whole process took a few minutes.

Zhu Qingluo lowered her eyes in thought, feeling that she was gradually adapting.

She slid her hands along the armrests and made her way out of the room. After washing up, she went straight to the dining room.

The atmosphere in the house was different from usual. Besides her, there was another hostess.

However, she heard that Jiang Yun was still resting and had instructed everyone not to disturb her.

After breakfast, Zhu Qingluo had a bad feeling.

The butler, a middle-aged woman in a black uniform, walked in from outside, carrying something in her hands. She was strict and critical of everything.

The look she gave Zhu Qingluo was meaningful.

Zhu Qingluo knew this had to do with what happened last night. In the eyes of everyone in the Jiang family, she was completely unworthy of Jiang Yun.

“Butler, is something wrong?” she asked in a flat tone.

“This is the balancing potion prepared for you. Please take it consistently for the next two months.”

With that, the butler placed the potion on the table.

Zhu Qingluo looked at the box of potions and fell silent for a moment. “Why?”

Even with her slight mistake last night, the small amount of excess pheromone didn’t warrant taking this potion.

“This is Ms. Jiang’s order,” the butler said.

“Pilocarpine is one of the injectables for prisoners and is often used during interrogations. It has strong side effects but doesn’t leave obvious marks.”

The butler didn’t deny it and added, “It’s also a ‘lifesaving medicine’ that alphas with pheromone imbalance take before they might harm their partners.”

Zhu Qingluo remained silent.

She thought the reason was a flimsy excuse and didn’t believe it for a second.

So, she didn’t touch the potion.

Rather than a preventative measure, she felt it was Jiang Yun’s dissatisfaction with her, an excuse to make her suffer.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Zhu Qingluo saw Jiang Yun. The woman was sitting at the dining table in a French-style ruffle shirt, eating elegantly and unhurriedly.

A table full of food was laid out, but she had barely touched it.

Zhu Qingluo noticed that Jiang Yun’s face was pale and she looked tired, as if she hadn’t slept well last night.

She immediately felt hesitant, turning her wheelchair to leave as if she hadn’t seen her.

Just then, Jiang Yun lazily raised her eyes and looked over unexpectedly.

“…”

She looked completely different from last night.

Along with the fading estrus period, the superficial patience also vanished. Now, the woman exuded an invisible pressure, like thorns on a rose.

It made it hard to look directly at her.

“Where are you going?”

“The weather’s nice today. I’m going out for a walk. The doctor also suggested I move around more.”

Jiang Yun put down her knife and fork and asked, “You’ve been cooped up for the past six months, giving up on yourself. Why are you suddenly following a doctor’s advice today?”

“I’m part of the Jiang family now. Of course, I need to be more mindful.”

“The Jiang family?”

Jiang Yun’s brows furrowed slightly, but her eyes held a hint of amusement. “You say it so nicely. Why didn’t you take the potion?”

The words hung in the air, instantly freezing the atmosphere.

The matter had been brought to the table, and it was clear she had no intention of letting it go.

Zhu Qingluo lowered her eyes, her mind deep in thought.

“Are you afraid? Afraid of taking the medicine, or afraid of me?”

Afraid of Jiang Yun forcing me to take the medicine, Zhu Qingluo thought to herself. It seemed there was no easy way to be a kept woman in this world, and this potion was a definite problem.

“If I’m afraid to take the medicine, will you stop me?”

“Of course.”

Zhu Qingluo looked up to meet the woman’s captivating smile. It was elegant and forgiving, but the warmth didn’t reach her eyes.

She knew it was impossible.

She began to think and weigh the pros and cons.

The Jiang family was a prominent family in City A and a leader in their industry. A few years ago, Jiang Yun, as the only daughter, inherited the family fortune.

However, her whereabouts were mysterious, she never had any gossip, and she had been operating behind the scenes for years. With her ruthless methods, the real estate, technology, and entertainment industries that were hot in recent years all had the Jiang family’s shadow.

In this house, Zhu Qingluo’s food, drink, and lodging all depended on her. Even if she didn’t come home, the people under her command would still openly respond to Zhu Qingluo’s every request.

Since Jiang Yun could give her this lifestyle, she could also take it away at any time.

Therefore, Jiang Yun had the right to demand anything of her.

The other person was waiting for her to act, taking her time, as if she understood her thoughts but didn’t care at all.

The box of Pilocarpine potion from the morning was still on the table. Zhu Qingluo could reach out and grab it.

The sunlight was bright, yet she suddenly felt a chill.

Jiang Yun clearly knew the side effects of the potion. To her, all that mattered was that Zhu Qingluo stayed alive so she could continue to be “useful.”

Zhu Qingluo had no choice. She lowered her head and began to open the package.

The room fell silent once more.

She didn’t notice Jiang Yun resting her chin on her palm, her eyes half-closed, watching her with a calm and composed demeanor.

The young woman’s face was delicate and pretty, but her eyes were especially striking—dark and profound, as if they held a tiny vortex that swallowed all the surrounding light.

But her face, from beginning to end, showed no emotion.

It was the same last night.

Jiang Yun was suddenly curious whether this person had any emotions at all.

So, she got up from behind the dining table and walked slowly, the hem of her soft black dress swaying gently.

Just as Zhu Qingluo took out a vial and was about to drink it, the woman’s pale hand, sparkling in the sunlight, snatched the vial from her.

Confused, Zhu Qingluo looked up at her.

“Here,” Jiang Yun said, opening the vial and holding it out again, but she kept it suspended in mid-air.

Zhu Qingluo hesitated for a moment and moved forward slightly.

When she reached for it, the other person pulled it away, as if teasing a small cat or dog on the street.

The smile on Jiang Yun’s lips deepened as she fixed her gaze on Zhu Qingluo’s face.

Zhu Qingluo lowered her arm, her expression a little cold. After a moment, her tone became calm as she said, “Am I not able to satisfy you?”

Therefore, making her take the potion was just a form of teasing.

Jiang Yun’s lips turned down, and her smile disappeared.

She frowned slightly, clearly displeased, and said, “I don’t like your pheromone. The scent is… hard to describe.”

That phrase seemed to have struck a nerve, causing Jiang Yun to lose interest in teasing her. She even handed the potion back.

Zhu Qingluo lowered her eyes, vaguely understanding the reason.

In the original novel, Jiang Yun was an Alpha. In a rare differentiation, she became an Omega, but the process damaged her glands, allowing her to only be marked by highly compatible Alphas.

This kind of drastic change was unacceptable to anyone.

Zhu Qingluo said nothing more, tilting her head back and drinking the potion. A bitter liquid filled her mouth.

Soon, her head suddenly began to spin, and a “snap” came from one of her bones.

Zhu Qingluo’s heart grew cold.

At that moment, she saw Jiang Yun turn to leave.

Clang!

The vial slipped from her hand. The glass tube shattered, and the green potion spread across the cracks in the floor.

Jiang Yun frowned, her patience gone.

She turned around at the sound, the icy frost in her eyes suddenly showing a crack.

That hand hung on the wheelchair’s armrest, the green potion dripping from her palm, like her life force slowly draining away.

Zhu Qingluo’s face was ashen, and pain contorted her brow.

She found it hard to breathe, instinctively clutching the collar of her shirt. The veins on her neck strained against her skin and throbbed, her chest heaving with coughs.

At this point, even speaking was difficult. She could only look at the woman in front of her.

“Please…”

The side effects of Pilocarpine were taking effect.

Zhu Qingluo was drenched in sweat and felt incredibly cold. Her body trembled uncontrollably, all color drained from her face, and her breathing grew fainter.

Behind her was a mural, a magnificent scene of orange-red gradients in the evening sunset, with fine-grained waves of the sea churning, the two colors blending so perfectly it was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

A tiny lighthouse was nestled within the scene.

As the indoor light shifted, Zhu Qingluo was half-shrouded in shadow, creating a perfect composition with the mural.

In her dark eyes, a faint light struggled.

“Save me…”

Jiang Yun looked down at her, her expression momentarily lost.

Zhu Qingluo saw this and felt a strange sense of confusion, but she had no time to ponder it as her strength began to wane.

She couldn’t believe Jiang Yun was so cold-blooded.

She gave up on asking for help but found it hard to bear her gaze.

Just as she was thinking of a solution, her peripheral vision caught the other person suddenly approaching. An intense pressure descended, seemingly able to pierce through everything.

Zhu Qingluo closed her eyes, pretending not to see.

Jiang Yun came to a stop in front of her, noticing the fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Her breath was barely there, and she seemed to have passed out.

“Have you acted enough?” she said in a low voice.

“…”

Zhu Qingluo couldn’t see her face, and the oppressive feeling lessened a lot.

Although there was an element of exaggerated performance just now, the side effects of Pilocarpine were real, and her body was experiencing some of the pain.

“Since you’ve obediently drunk it, I’ll help you see if it’s working.”

Zhu Qingluo didn’t move an inch.

Jiang Yun leaned in, looking at her closely for the first time. The two of them were against the light, making it easy to see her current expression.

Zhu Qingluo’s head was bowed, her eyelashes were long, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Her entire aura now had an ineffable, broken quality.

Jiang Yun’s gaze fell on the area behind her ear. She lowered her head slightly to carefully examine the Alpha’s glands.

Compared to last night, the scent was much fainter.

However, she wasn’t as happy as she thought she’d be. She couldn’t help but recall the feeling of the other person’s lips on her skin.

Gentle and restrained, like a late-arriving wind carrying melting ice and snow, gliding over a spring pond without a trace.

“It had no effect at all. What should we do with the rest of the potion?”

Zhu Qingluo felt a strand of her hair by her temple being played with by the other person.

Slowly, it was curled up, as if for fun.