I Woke Up and Became an Alpha (GL) - Chapter 3
I wanted to be a good Samaritan, but I was mercilessly rejected before I even started.
Song Yuran touched her nose. What a temper. “Scram” it is then.
She turned to leave but suddenly heard another muffled thud from inside the cubicle, like someone falling to the floor.
“Are you okay!?” That bit of righteousness in Song Yuran made her disregard everything else. By the time she reacted, she had already pushed open the cubicle door.
Expecting to see a terrible scene, she instead saw a woman half-collapsed on the floor. One of her arms rested on the toilet seat. Her long, wavy, cool brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, obscuring her face.
The other person slowly lifted her head, allowing Song Yuran to see her features clearly.
Only one adjective remained in her mind: stunning.
Song Yuran quickly regained her composure, seeing the alert and hostile look in the woman’s eyes. An awkward feeling arose spontaneously.
She thought, no one would want a stranger to see them fall in a public restroom. Fortunately, the mall’s cleaning staff did a good job; the floor was clean.
But why the painful gasps? She dared not ask.
“Uh… sorry…” She took a step back. “I, I’ll close the door for you?”
Song Yuran’s composed demeanor seemed to slightly freeze the other person’s expression, and the hostility seemed to lessen.
She closed the cubicle door again and turned to leave when she heard the woman’s voice from inside: “Can you help me?”
This was the first complete sentence the other person had spoken. Her voice was indescribably pleasant, very clear, perhaps a little hoarse due to discomfort.
Song Yuran stopped and asked, “What can I do?”
Just as she was guessing her current predicament, the other person’s next sentence answered her question.
“My susceptible period has arrived,” the person inside said. “I didn’t bring any inhibitors.”
Song Yuran suddenly understood, finally realizing why the other person had treated her that way earlier.
Omegas have a estrus period, and corresponding Alphas have a susceptible period.
During their susceptible, Alphas unconsciously release pheromones to attract Omegas, but other Alphas are also affected by these pheromones. Alphas with insufficient self-control might develop an urge to mate with an Alpha in susceptible.
She was afraid Song Yuran would take advantage of her and “force herself” on her.
Unfortunately, far from being attracted by pheromones, Song Yuran wasn’t even an Alpha. An Alpha in susceptible was no different from a person with a fever to her.
“I’ll go buy you an inhibitor, I’ll be back soon.” Song Yuran took a few steps forward, then heard faint footsteps from outside the restroom and turned back.
Song Yuran pushed open the cubicle door again. She crouched halfway in front of the other person and asked, “It sounds like someone’s coming. It’s not safe for you to stay here alone, is it? Do you want me to take you out first?”
The woman nodded. She tried to stand up, but the onset of her susceptible made her body weak, otherwise, she wouldn’t have fallen so awkwardly here.
Song Yuran instinctively reached out to help her, but stopped herself just before touching her. She asked, “May I help you up?”
She was treading on thin ice, afraid of accidentally being mistaken for a pervert.
After getting permission, Song Yuran carefully helped the woman up. The close proximity allowed her to smell the woman’s perfume, a very subtle and pleasant scent.
Only after helping her fully stand did she notice that the woman’s height was similar to her own, probably around 173cm, a typical Alpha height.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted downwards, noticing that the full curve of the woman’s chest was about the same size as hers. This was quite unlike an Alpha’s usual physique.
“Madam… I mean, Ms., should I take you home? Or somewhere else?” Song Yuran thought for a moment, then asked, “What should I call you?”
“Rachel.” The woman paused, then added, “My car is parked on the basement level. Let’s get in the car first.”
Song Yuran helped Rachel out of the restroom and walked towards the basement level. Along the way, men and women of unknown attributes frequently cast ambiguous glances their way.
Stepping out of the elevator, the underground parking lot was cooler than the floors above. A cool breeze swept through, making Song Yuran feel somewhat refreshed.
Supporting Rachel, the heat radiating from her body felt like holding a small furnace, making Song Yuran inwardly sigh about the difficulties faced by Alphas and Omegas.
“I’m going to buy the inhibitor.” As soon as she helped the woman into the back seat of the car, Song Yuran, having extracted herself from the human furnace, hurriedly said, “I’ll be right back.”
She closed the car door and swiftly walked towards the exit like the wind.
Rachel slumped into the leather seat, unconsciously gripping the cushion to alleviate the discomfort of her susceptible. She took two deep breaths and turned to look out the window.
In a very short time, the person had already reached the exit, her hasty departure a stark contrast to the Alphas she had encountered before.
Thinking of those Alphas or Omegas, a look of disgust involuntarily appeared on Rachel’s face.
She hated the susceptible, and she hated even more how people during their susceptible, like mindless lower-body animals, would invite her to “spend the spring” with them, often sanctimoniously claiming to help her get through the difficult period.
Song Yuran didn’t waste a moment, quickly buying the inhibitor. Because she was pressed for time, she practically jogged back and forth.
She bent over, hands on her knees, catching her breath. The car windows were tinted with privacy film, making it impossible to see inside from the outside. Before opening the door, she knocked on the car window to signal her presence.
“Rachel, I’ve got the inhibitor. Open the door now.”
After saying this, she deliberately paused for three seconds, giving the other person time to process, then slowly opened the car door.
Song Yuran fumbled for the dome light switch in the parking lot’s dim lighting and turned it on, instantly flooding the gloomy car interior with light.
Rachel was still in the same position as when Song Yuran had helped her out of the car, but her face was even redder. She was practically sprawled in the seat, her gasps heavier than before.
The woman’s soft moans made Song Yuran’s ears burn. She couldn’t help but inwardly lament that it was a good thing she wasn’t from this world. Otherwise, according to the world’s setting, her instinctive Alpha reactions would be uncontrollable.
“I bought a strong inhibitor. I’ll inject it for you now.”
Strong inhibitors work quickly, suppressing susceptible symptoms in just a few minutes, but she also knew that they had severe side effects on the body. Using them twice a year was already the limit.
Ordinary inhibitors, in Song Yuran’s understanding, were like a slow poison. Frequent use would gradually erode the body, causing various bodily functions to decline, and they also needed to be used three days in advance.
She didn’t know how many times Rachel had already used a strong inhibitor, but the current situation clearly left no time to wait.
Song Yuran steadied herself. Just by rolling up the other person’s sleeve, she clearly felt their body temperature was hotter than before. She carefully pushed the inhibitor into Rachel’s body.
After administering it, she put the syringe back in the trash bag, and her tensed heart finally relaxed slightly.
The car was quiet. Rachel didn’t speak, but Song Yuran could already feel the other person’s agitated emotions stabilizing.
Song Yuran secretly observed Rachel. Earlier, in the restroom, it was just a fleeting glance, and she hadn’t had time to look closely. Now, she could truly see the other person’s appearance.
Long, large, curly hair casually cascaded over her chest, with a stray strand pulled behind one ear, revealing exquisite diamond tassel earrings that subtly glittered under the dome light.
At this moment, Rachel’s eyes were closed, her flushed lips luscious. Perhaps the discomfort made her lips tightly pressed together. Her dense eyelashes were distinct and naturally curled, casting a faint shadow under her eyelids.
Her eyes suddenly opened, and Song Yuran, without warning, fell into her amber eyes.
“Uh…” Caught peeking, Song Yuran felt a bit awkward. She scratched the side of her face with her index finger and said, “You’re much better, right?”
“Much better.” Rachel nodded slightly. Her flushed face had mostly receded within a few minutes, and her formerly clouded eyes now showed clarity.
She said, “Thank you.”
Song Yuran wanted to say “you’re welcome,” but her phone rang. Seeing Zhao Anye’s name reminded her that she was supposed to be having dinner.
She answered without giving the other person a chance to speak, quickly saying, “Ah, um, I got held up. I’ll be right back. You go ahead and eat; don’t wait for me, I’m really coming right away!”
Song Yuran dealt with Zhao Anye on the phone, waving to Rachel to indicate she was leaving.
When she hung up the phone, she was already out of the car, just about to close the car door, when she heard the person inside say, “I still don’t know your name.”
“No need to thank me, I’m Lei Feng!”
After Song Yuran said that, she felt as if the red scarf on her chest became even brighter.
Although going out for a stroll and doing a good deed didn’t improve Song Yuran’s melancholic mood.
In some novels, protagonists are stimulated to differentiate by Alpha and Omega pheromones, but Song Yuran woke up and still hadn’t differentiated.
Seeing the “Company Health Check-up” date marked on the calendar drawing closer, if she didn’t differentiate before the check-up day, then she would have no choice but to… change jobs!
While slacking off at work, she secretly downloaded a recruitment app on her phone and browsed for suitable jobs nearby.
Honestly, Song Yuran still really wanted to change careers, perhaps to become a headhunter. But in this world, without old classmates to help, and not being an HR major herself, changing careers would be difficult.
As she scrolled, Song Yuran actually saw her own company posting job openings, with a link to the company’s official website on the homepage.
She thought for a moment and clicked on the official website.
The company Song Yuran joined was called Huason, but its operating brand wasn’t Huason; it was Jian Ai, a clothing brand aimed at young women.
It was just an ordinary name, until Song Yuran saw the name of the company’s legal representative—
Clang! Her phone slipped from her palm and fell freely onto the desk.
Song Yuran’s expression froze.