Can Alpha Also Be A Wife? - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Stranded on a Desolate Star

“Where… is this?”

Holding his aching head, Lin Fansheng slowly got to his feet.

His hand touched something sticky and damp, making him pause in confusion.

Lowering his hand, he stared blankly at the red smear across his fingers, blinking in a daze.

His muddled brain took a few moments to catch up.

It was bl00d—his own.
He was injured… and he’d lost his memory.

——

Half an hour later, Lin Fansheng finally had a rough grasp of his situation.

Sitting on a clean stone, he stared at the massive crater nearby, deep in thought.

A strip of cloth from his undershirt was wrapped around his head to stop the bleeding—crude, but it was all he had. No water, no tools, no time.

He wasn’t just hurt on the head; his body was riddled with cuts and bruises.

After tearing his clothing into makeshift bandages and wrapping himself up as best he could, he was left with barely enough fabric to stay covered.

Just one wrap-around—any more and he’d be naked.

His head throbbed, and he tried to remember who he was, where he came from… but nothing came to him, aside from his own name.

The pit he’d woken up in looked like it had been made by something huge falling from above. The earth was freshly overturned—no more than three days old, he guessed.

But he couldn’t have made such a crater by himself.

Had something else been there? Or someone?
Yet, there were no signs of others—no drag marks, no traces of recent movement, only a few animal tracks. It was like whatever fell had vanished into thin air.

Unless it flew off… with wings?

That thought felt ridiculous, even to him.

After confirming there was nothing useful around, Lin Fansheng rested briefly before setting off to find shelter.

Wandering alone, injured and unarmed, in a forest he didn’t recognize, was a death sentence. Still, his expression remained calm, and his steps were steady.

He glanced at the sky now and then, trusting the instinct that tugged him in a particular direction.

He didn’t know who he was or where he was—but something inside told him which way to go.

——

He walked for who knew how long before the forest gradually dimmed. The temperature dropped sharply, and the wind cut through his thin clothes like a knife.

He sneezed, pulling his ragged shirt tighter.

Too confident—he’d overestimated himself.

There wasn’t even a single animal along the way, let alone somewhere to rest or food to scavenge.

He’d seen traces—animal trails, droppings—but nothing alive. It felt like he was the only breathing thing in this entire forest.

The only explanation that made sense to him was that the animals had fled—probably scared by whatever crashed and made that pit.

But still, not even one creature in all this time?

His stomach growled loudly. He gave a faint, self-deprecating smile.

He’d survived falling from the sky, only to possibly starve to death?

Still, hunger wasn’t his biggest problem. He figured he could chew some leaves if he had to.

What really worried him was the cold—especially at night. The temperature dropped fast, and with only scraps of cloth left on him, he was exposed and vulnerable.

Exhausted and lightheaded from bl00d loss and hunger, he leaned against a nearby tree for support.

His mind wandered as he tried to imagine what kind of mess he’d gotten into before losing his memory.

But everything was spinning. Before he blacked out, he managed to position himself to fall on his back—at least that way he wouldn’t hurt his face any further.

After all… he didn’t even know what he looked like.

——

When he woke up again, stars filled the sky.

Miraculously, his wounds felt nearly healed.

He quickly unwrapped the cloth bandages. Sure enough, the smaller cuts were completely gone. His skin was smooth—no scars, nothing.

That kind of healing was far from normal.

Was he really just human?

Still, there was no time to dwell on that now. He rewound the cloth around his body—not for protection this time, but because he had nothing else to wear.

Covered in bloodstained rags and dirt, his sharp eyes reflected the moonlight with an icy calm that gave him a fierce, untouchable air.

No time to think about appearances.

He wasn’t the type to sit around and wait. The odds were against him, but his abnormal recovery gave him confidence.

Beneath the shifting shadows of trees, something flashed past.

Ignoring his injuries, he ran—faster this time, his instincts guiding him in a straight line. So long as he kept moving in one direction, he’d eventually make it out of the forest.

But the place was huge—much larger than he expected. After two days of travel, he still hadn’t found the edge.

Luckily, he stumbled across fruit trees along the way, just enough to stave off hunger.

As he ventured deeper, wildlife began to appear again, and eventually, he came across a large lake.

He took time to clean himself.

In the reflection of the water, he finally saw his face.

Ripples faded, and staring back at him was a strikingly handsome man.

His black hair, a bit too long and messy from neglect, fell over his shoulders. He ran a hand through it, tying it back with a strip of cloth.

His slender, pale fingers worked quickly and precisely. His dark eyes, calm and indifferent, showed no concern for anything around him.

A simple, dull black earring in his right ear added a subtle edge.

Another ripple stirred the water. In a flash, Lin Fansheng grabbed a branch and struck—spearing a fish in a single move.

He smirked. After days of eating fruit, it was time for something different.

Unfortunately, there was no fire source nearby—and he wasn’t about to eat raw fish.

But just as that thought formed, his body moved on its own. He began gathering kindling, striking sparks, cleaning the fish with practiced ease.

Before he even realized what he was doing, the fish was already roasting over a fire.

Lin Fansheng stared at the flames, mind drifting.

What kind of person had he been to end up like this?

He had woken up in a crater, with no signs of anyone else. The injuries on his body weren’t from falling—they were from close-range combat, from weapons.

Had he been fighting someone in midair?

But he’d tried—he couldn’t fly.

There was no evidence left behind. No clues. The only items on him were a silver wristband engraved with a serial number, and that earring.

Even his clothes were plain, unremarkable casual wear—nothing to indicate his identity.

Everything pointed to him being… a regular amnesiac.

After turning it over in his head for a long time, Lin Fansheng gave up.

The fish was done. No seasoning, and not the best taste—but it was hot food, the first since waking. That alone made him content.

He climbed into a tree nearby to rest.

Though his body didn’t feel tired, he didn’t want to push it any further.

But just as he closed his eyes—

BOOM—

A deafening crash jolted him awake.

He sprang down from the tree and darted toward the sound.

Minutes later, he arrived—only to find a scene eerily similar to where he first woke up.

Another crater.

But this time, a sleek white capsule lay inside.

He approached cautiously. When he got close enough, he noticed a human figure faintly visible inside.

Through the transparent shell, he saw a man—unconscious, strapped in with safety restraints to prevent further injury.

Lin Fansheng tapped the outer shell.

“Beep beep—please enter password.”

A robotic voice rang out.

He stared at the keypad, unmoving.

“Timeout. Initiating secondary scan—”

He instinctively stepped back, ready to dodge if the machine turned hostile.

“Scan successful.”

To his surprise, the capsule opened on its own.

Lin Fansheng narrowed his eyes and waited a moment before slowly stepping closer.

With the shell lifted, he finally got a clear look at the man inside.

Another striking face—though unconscious, the man radiated power and strength, even in his wounded state.

That made Lin Fansheng relax a little.

Still… this forest really had no peace. One crash after another.

He scanned the inside of the pod and made his way to a storage compartment.

Sure enough, it held supplies—clothes, food, and some tools he didn’t recognize.

He wasn’t too interested in the unknown items. What mattered now was survival.

First, he grabbed a set of clothes.

After days wrapped in bloody scraps, he didn’t hesitate to change. The clothes fit perfectly—about the same size as him.

Then he glanced back at the unconscious man.

He hesitated.

Should he wait until this guy wakes up?