Everyone Loves the Alpha, But He’s Not Interested [Transmigration] - Chapter 1
“Ning Xi, remember this lesson well. Next time, I won’t let you off so easily.”
An arrogant voice echoed close to her ear. A cold hand patted her burning cheek with a mocking touch.
“If you dare get in the way of our boss chasing his girl again, you’ll regret it!”
The sound of chaotic footsteps gradually faded into the distance. The space around Ning Xi fell completely silent, leaving only her own rapid breathing.
With great effort, Ning Xi forced her heavy eyelids open. Her vision was blurry, and her head felt like it was filled with sloshing liquid mixed into a thick paste.
She leaned against the wall and slowly stood up. Sharp, stabbing pain pierced through her skull again and again.
She touched her forehead with trembling, ice-cold fingers.
It was burning.
She must have a fever.
The air around her felt like it had been scorched. Even her breath felt hot.
Ning Xi licked her dry lips. The cracked surface moistened for just a moment, only for the thin layer of saliva to evaporate, leaving them dry and pale again.
Her right leg had likely hit something. Her knee throbbed in pain. She had no choice but to use the wall for support as she carefully made her way forward.
After a few steps, cold sweat began to bead along her hairline. The clear droplets slid down her pale cheeks, glistening faintly under the light and making her skin appear soft and flawless like porcelain.
The injury to her right knee was more serious than she thought. Each step made the dull ache intensify, becoming even more unbearable than the sharp pain in her head.
Tears welled up in Ning Xi’s eyes from the physical strain. She blinked hard. When the moisture dried, her vision slowly began to clear.
She looked around and realized she was in a restroom. Just a step ahead was the sink counter.
On the wall above the sink, a red sign reading “Exit” caught her eye. Without bothering to wash up or look in the mirror, she clenched her teeth and dragged her injured leg toward the door.
As long as she could get out of the restroom, she was sure someone would help her.
Suddenly, she stumbled forward and collided into someone.
The person she bumped into was wearing a cool, silky white chiffon blouse. The sensation made her sway slightly, her head spinning even more. Instinctively, her body leaned toward the cool touch, craving it.
But the person stepped back, and Ning Xi nearly lost her balance.
The dizziness cleared in an instant, replaced by a jolt of awareness. Realizing what she had just done, she quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”
Yu Qingxue didn’t respond. Her pale fingers absentmindedly twirled a lock of soft, curled hair. Her tea-brown eyes gleamed with curiosity as she studied Ning Xi closely.
The girl standing before her looked about twenty, cheeks flushed red with fever, her pale skin damp with sweat. Even in her disheveled state, her delicate features remained striking. Her thick lashes drooped lazily over tired eyes filled with apology and exhaustion.
Her gaze was unfocused. Was that why she hadn’t recognized her?
Yu Qingxue’s eyes flickered. She stepped forward and gently supported Ning Xi, whose body was swaying unsteadily.
“Thank you,” Ning Xi said weakly, pressing a hand to her chest.
Though younger, Ning Xi was half a head taller than Yu Qingxue. When Yu let her lean in for support and looked up slightly, she could see her entire face.
Yu’s eyes swept over Ning Xi’s jet-black pupils, her sculpted nose, and her pale, dehydrated lips that still couldn’t hide their natural beauty. Her gaze finally landed on the delicate collarbone peeking from the edge of Ning Xi’s uniform shirt. Her eyes darkened slightly, though her thoughts remained unreadable.
Noticing Yu Qingxue had yet to speak, Ning Xi felt awkward and continued, her voice hoarse.
“I’m running a high fever. Could you please call an ambulance for me?”
Just as she finished speaking, a strange heat surged through her head, making her mind even more confused. Before she could hear Yu Qingxue’s reply, her vision went black. Her body gave out, falling softly into Yu Qingxue’s arms.
Yu caught her by the waist without hesitation.
Her waist was so slender, one arm was enough to hold her.
Ning Xi’s long, flowing hair spilled over her shoulders in a messy cascade. A few strands brushed against Yu Qingxue’s cheek, making her flinch as if scalded. A faint blush spread across her porcelain skin.
When Ning Xi opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a single-bed hospital room. Her fever had broken, but her body felt weak and drained.
There was still half a bottle of IV fluid attached to her left hand. She used her right hand to slowly push herself up and sit on the edge of the bed. As she lowered her gaze to the rough, unfamiliar hands resting in her lap, her expression turned dazed.
Something was wrong.
She clearly remembered dying. How was she alive again?
And these hands, what had happened to them?
Her own hands had always been slender, fair, and smooth. But now, what she saw was a pair of worn, weathered hands that looked nothing like hers.
Too many questions flooded Ning Xi’s mind. Just as she tried to process them, a sudden sharp pain pierced through her brain. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and as she raised her hand to hold her head, her elbow bumped into something.
A gentle female voice came from the speaker above.
“Is there any discomfort from the patient in Bed Eight?”
“My head hurts a little,” Ning Xi replied, her voice slightly hoarse.
“Understood. Please wait a moment. Dr. Zhen will be there shortly.”
Completely drained from the pain, Ning Xi lay back down on the bed, exhausted.
Sweat soaked the strands of her hair, causing them to stick to her face. Staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling, Ning Xi struggled to recall what exactly had happened to bring her—a person who had already died—back to life, and seemingly in someone else’s body.
Where was the original owner of this body?
There was a knock at the door.
Before Ning Xi could respond with “Come in,” the door was pushed open from the outside.
A doctor in a white coat walked in with a friendly smile.
“Miss Ning, how are you feeling now? Does your head still hurt?”
Ning Xi took a moment to assess her condition, then gently shook her head against the pillow and replied weakly, “It hurt just now, but it’s fine now.”
Dr. Zhen Qiuyun adjusted her glasses and said with a soft smile, “You’re about to go through your differentiation. Headaches, dizziness, and fever are all normal signs of the process. I’ve already tested your pheromone levels. You have an eighty percent chance of differentiating into an Alpha. Congratulations.”
“Alpha?” Ning Xi froze when she heard the familiar word. “You’re saying I might become an Alpha?”
That was a term she remembered from a certain romantic novel she had read before she died—an ABO story with a multi-partner love triangle. In that world, the traditional binary genders were expanded into six categories: dominant male Alpha, dominant female Alpha, male and female Betas who could give or receive, and fragile, highly fertile male and female Omegas.
How could such a gender even exist in the real world?
Dr. Zhen adjusted the IV drip speed and continued, “To be precise, there’s still a twenty percent chance you might differentiate into a Beta or a rare Omega.”
Alphas had susceptibility periods, Omegas had heat cycles. Either way, they both lost control and became like wild animals driven purely by instinct. If this world truly operated on that six-gender system, Ning Xi would much rather become an ordinary Beta.
Suddenly, a disturbing thought crossed her mind.
Could it be that she had transmigrated into that novel?
No. That couldn’t be… could it?
“Dr. Zhen,” she asked hesitantly, “what’s my name?”
Dr. Zhen chuckled. “Why? Are you so nervous about your differentiation that you forgot your own name is Ning Xi? Don’t worry, no matter whether you become an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, in this era of ABO equality, you will enjoy the same social rights and protections.”
“Ning Xi,” she repeated slowly. “Is it the ‘Ning’ from peace and the ‘Xi’ from hope?”
“Yes, exactly those characters,” Dr. Zhen replied, now looking at her with concern. “Ning Xi, are you feeling, okay?”
Ning Xi let out a long sigh and stared listlessly at the ceiling.
“No… I’m not okay at all.”
So, it was true.
She had transmigrated into that Ning Xi—the irresistible, domineering female Alpha protagonist of the ABO romance novel.