I Transmigrated as a Scumbag Alpha and Became a Good Wife - Chapter 1

Her body felt heavy, so heavy she couldn’t even twitch a finger.

With her senses blocked, Su Wenxun felt as if she had fallen into an endless darkness—empty, desolate, yet burning with a scorching heat.

She was enveloped in flames, her desire spreading like wildfire, demanding immediate release. Though inexperienced, her body’s instincts screamed for her to pour her surging pheromones into another’s body, to savor the pleasure of sharp teeth piercing soft glands.

Su Wenxun felt she was going mad, tormented by this overwhelming lust yet unable to move.

Suddenly, a gentle floral fragrance pulled her from the fiery abyss.

She inhaled deeply—it was the scent of roses, fresh with morning dew, dripping with delicate sweetness.

The sweet aroma enveloped Su Wenxun in silken threads, rich and refined.

I love it… I want to get closer.

But the darkness still bound her hands and feet.

Yet, deep within her, a voice urged her to reach the source of the rose fragrance.

As she struggled, bone-deep pain shot through her limbs, cold sweat drenching her forehead and back.

Gradually, the darkness peeled away from her pale, slender wrists and ankles, and her senses began to sharpen.

Su Wenxun opened her eyes, her vision blurring as a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to collapse back into the silk brocade quilt. Deprived of sight, her sense of smell sharpened, making the rose fragrance even more vivid.

I’ve escaped the Nightmare, so why hasn’t the rose scent faded?

Frowning, Su Wenxun felt an unfamiliar weight on the bridge of her nose. Instinctively, she removed the gold-rimmed glasses.

In the next instant, her vision cleared.

On the luxurious bed, a beauty lay with flushed cheeks and seductive eyes brimming with desire. The rose-scented pheromones surged around her, her expression alluring as she whispered, “Su Wenxun, do you want to mark me?”

Born into an aristocratic family, Su Wenxun had seen countless beauties. Yet in that moment, she felt her heart freeze, skipping a beat.

Seeing Su Wenxun’s silence, Xu Xi tightened her grip on the hand hidden beneath her sleeve. The icy chill in her palm, a stark contrast to her burning body, brought her a sliver of composure.

Leaning forward, Xu Xi’s limbs were limp from the throes of desire. Forced to crawl like a cat, she moved slowly but irresistibly toward Su Wenxun, her voice husky, “Bite me, Su Wenxun.”

Though the words were those of surrender, Su Wenxun sensed a guarded cat, its voice soft but claws bared.

Su Wenxun couldn’t explain the situation, but she knew she didn’t want to hurt Xu Xi.

She tried to back away, but her mind suddenly went hazy. Her hand moved uncontrollably, its grip terrifyingly strong, almost brutally pressing Xu Xi closer. “You think you’re so high and mighty? Turns out you’re just as docile when drugged. Back then, your ‘mother’—the one ten years older than you—was kneeling before me, begging me not to bankrupt the Xu Group. If you didn’t resemble Yue’er even slightly, I wouldn’t have given an F-grade like you a second glance.”

The pheromone glands on Xu Xi’s neck flushed a faint pink under the influence of her heat cycle, and Su Wenxun’s lips pressed tightly against her skin.

The silk-smooth texture was addictive, and the primal attraction between Alphas and Omegas completely overwhelmed her reason, leaving only raw desire.

Her veneer of civility shattered, Su Wenxun curled her lips into a mocking smile. “Heh, Xu Xi, what’s the difference between you and a prostitute?”

Xu Xi!

Su Wenxun snapped back to her senses, regaining control of her body. She shoved Xu Xi away violently.

She had nearly forced herself on her. Su Wenxun’s heart pounded so hard it felt like her chest was about to burst. The person she had been moments ago seemed like a beast stripped of all humanity. How could she have done something so monstrous?

Gasping for breath, Su Wenxun lifted her gaze, her eyes filled with disheveled shame.

Su Wenxun saw Xu Xi’s long, delicate lashes, damp with sweat from arousal, framing eyes so deep blue they were almost black—a whirlpool of desire that could drown anyone willingly. Yet beneath that alluring surface lay a chilling indifference and a fleeting hint of regret, her gaze fixed on Su Wenxun as if she were a lifeless object.

That unique eye color and the strangely familiar name…

Su Wenxun’s voice trembled slightly as she asked again, “Xu Xi?”

Xu Xi, pushed aside, had lost her chance to strike. The power gap between Alphas and Omegas was vast, especially against an SSS-Tier Alpha. She knew she was already at a disadvantage.

Shedding her pretense, the seductive allure vanished, replaced by an icy detachment. “Su Wenxun,” she said, her tone growing colder, “it seems I’m not even worthy of being your bed partner—merely a nameless, collared pet you keep around.”

This was neither denial nor confirmation.

Su Wenxun’s heart pounded wildly. More than the shock and confusion of being transported to another world, a sharp, aching tenderness flooded her chest.

Xu Xi was the protagonist of the yuri ABO novel Breaking the Chains, her only beloved fictional wife. In the original story, the villainous Alpha who shared Su Wenxun’s name had orchestrated the Xu Group’s bankruptcy and even drugged Xu Xi in an attempt to force herself on the vulnerable Omega.

But Xu Xi had never been a delicate flower wilting in a greenhouse. Despite being at a complete disadvantage, she conserved her strength, devised a scheme to seize the Su Family’s company, and uncovered the villainous Alpha’s tax evasion records, sending her to prison. The Alpha contracted an illness in prison and died prematurely in her second year of incarceration.

Although Breaking the Chains granted Xu Xi a relatively happy ending, the unspeakable torment she endured in the original narrative defied description.

“Su Wenxun, even drugged, the mere scent of your pheromones makes me want to vomit.”

The cold voice rang in Su Wenxun’s ears, yet the fragrance of roses intensified, enveloping her like a dense, all-pervasive mist.

In that instant, Su Wenxun’s mind, assaulted by both the words and the pheromones, surged with uncontrollable violence. She even felt an urge to strangle Xu Xi.

She desperately suppressed this alien emotion, knowing it was a lingering reaction from the original owner’s Alpha nature.

In this world, society was divided into three tiers: Alpha, Omega, and Beta. Alphas were born to rule, while Omegas were reduced to mere breeding objects.

The room still carried the lingering scent of the original owner’s whiskey-tinged pheromones—pungent and irritating. The corners of Xu Xi’s eyes had reddened from suppressing her physiological revulsion, proving her words were no pretense.

The original owner, a top-tier Alpha, was now being humiliated by the lowly F-Tier Omega she despised most. Given her character, she would inevitably lose control.

Xu Xi was well aware of this.

But why was she provoking her?

Before she could fully grasp the situation, the glands on the side of her neck had already swollen under the influence of the pheromones, becoming so hot they were almost unbearable to touch. Su Wenxun’s eyes burned with restrained desire, the primal urge to claim the person before her threatening to overwhelm her. She longed to see those alluring eyes flushed and glistening, to mark that Spring-Snow White skin with crimson streaks, and to drown together in a sea of lust.

The fire of desire raged through her body, searing every inch of her skin. Trapped in this inferno, the scorching heat penetrated to her very bones, inflicting relentless, brutal pain. Only the Omega in the room could offer respite from this torment.

“Hah!”

The veins on the back of Su Wenxun’s hand bulged as her fingernails dug deep into her palm, forcing a sliver of clarity to return. The original owner of this body had a “white moonlight” and inherently disdained other Omegas, always enduring her heat cycles alone. This villa must contain suppressants; she needed to find them quickly.

Summoning her last reserves of strength, she rolled over and fled. The Omega’s pheromones still clung to her, the near-loss of reason a testament to their extreme compatibility. Barefoot, Su Wenxun stumbled down the corridor, frantically searching room by room.

Only a sliver of moonlight remained, barely illuminating the pitch-black cabinet after the heavy velvet curtains blocked most of it.

Black was a common color, but the original owner had despised it, preferring white—a twisted fondness for its connotations of purity and flawlessness. In this world, however, suppressants had to be stored away from light.

Having suppressed her heat for too long, Su Wenxun stumbled as she slowly opened the cabinet. Her eyes fell on the faintly glowing, pale blue suppressant vial, and she smiled in relief. Found it.

But the moment she relaxed, the violence in her eyes surged back, her mind once again seized by the darkness.

A hidden button was pressed.

“Xu Xi, you dare underestimate me? I’ll torture you to death.”

The glass window reflected “Su Wenxun’s” twisted features, veins bulging on her forehead like those of a ravenous beast.

Smash!

Bl00d dripped from her fingertips, soaking into the expensive wool carpet.

The bulletproof glass shattered into a spiderweb of cracks, tearing across Su Wenxun’s reflection. Only a small, intact fragment mirrored her resolute gaze, a warning in her eyes:

“I’m not you. I’ll never let her get hurt.”

Su Wenxun didn’t know how she managed to force herself back to the original room. Inside, Xu Xi seemed to be trying to leave but collapsed uncontrollably onto the floor. Fine beads of fragrant sweat covered her forehead, her lips were lush and glistening with desire, and her hair lay in disheveled disarray.

Stripped of her aloof and dignified demeanor, Xu Xi looked utterly wanton, as if she were begging to be taken between Su Wenxun’s lips and tongue, to be ravaged without restraint.

Su Wenxun’s hand clenched involuntarily until the glass shards pierced her palm. Only when bl00d mingled with the blue suppressant fluid trickled through her pale fingers did she realize what she had done. She had crushed one of the suppressants, leaving only one remaining.

Without hesitation, Su Wenxun approached Xu Xi and injected the remaining suppressant into her body.

As an SSS-Tier Alpha, Su Wenxun could endure the effects of the drug. But for Xu Xi, an F-Tier Omega, the absence of suppressants under the influence of the drug would cause severe harm.

Bending down, Su Wenxun carefully lifted Xu Xi, whose fever had begun to subside, and carried her to the bed. Her fingertips trembled as they brushed against Xu Xi’s still-burning skin. Just as she was about to lay Xu Xi down, a cold glint flashed, momentarily blinding Su Wenxun. The gold-rimmed glasses she had discarded on the floor reflected the killer’s intent. Yet she couldn’t completely evade the attack; the sharp blade pierced her gland.

Xu Xi opened her eyes, her gaze still clouded with lingering lust, yet tinged with bloodlust. She spoke each word deliberately, “Su Wenxun, I will kill you.”

The glands were an Alpha’s most vulnerable point, and the pain was amplified a thousandfold. It felt as if a million blades were simultaneously piercing and twisting inside Su Wenxun’s body, the agony so intense she could barely breathe.

Yet beneath the excruciating pain, her fever-addled mind gradually cleared. Su Wenxun finally understood everything.

It was all a deliberate trap. From the initial seduction to the later provocations, Xu Xi had been meticulously guiding her. The cold blade had likely been hidden in Xu Xi’s hand all along, the other woman’s goal to drive her to lose control, all for a desperate, all-or-nothing chance.

If she were the original owner of this body, she would have likely fallen victim to Xu Xi’s attack on her glands, ending up either dead or permanently injured.

A desperate gamble.

Xu Xi, she really was the only fictional wife she had ever truly loved.

A flicker of regret crossed Xu Xi’s eyes. She hadn’t anticipated Su Wenxun dodging the attack through the reflection in her glasses, and now she bitterly regretted not killing her outright. Her limbs were weak, leaving her unable to strike again. Xu Xi quietly waited, bracing for her own demise.

But as the bl00d continued to flow, Su Wenxun remained curled up alone by the door. “Don’t be scared, my wife,” she whispered. “I won’t touch you.”