Intoxicated by Her Pheromones - Chapter 1

“Good evening, dear audience! Next up is the actress most likely to become the youngest Best Actress winner at this year’s Hundred Flowers Awards—Song Qing.”

I’m sure you’re all familiar with her name. After all, Song Qing has been a constant presence on the big screen this year. Not only that, her recent fantasy costume drama, Double Joy, has been a massive hit. Her portrayal of Ling Xiyun, the most beautiful woman in the divine realm, has taken her allure to new heights.”

The host, dressed in a soft pink gown and holding a microphone, delivered her introduction with a practiced smile. The camera focused on her as the screen behind displayed clips from Song Qing’s nominated works.

On the screen, Song Qing appeared in a sleek leather outfit that accentuated her stunning figure. Her slightly curled long hair framed an unforgettable face—beautiful enough to intoxicate. Her flawless action sequences and compelling acting left no room for anything but praise.

Fans watching the live stream erupted in excited screams, flooding the chat with adoring comments.

“Damn, this is unreal! Only an alpha could pull off such perfect control. Just watching her gets my heart racing. Wonder which omega will be lucky enough to have her someday.”

“Right?! No matter how many times I watch this fight scene, it still gives me chills. Say no more, hubby! Time to come home—the kids miss you!”

“Seriously, no words needed. This is straight-up marriage material!”

“Exactly! Hello, wife! Please marry me, thank you!”

The comments section was flooded with endless marriage proposals.

In a secluded corner backstage, a woman in full disguise silently watched the livestream on her phone. Her gaze lingered on the close-up of Song Qing in that bl00d-boiling leather outfit. Her usually indifferent eyes burned with an intensity that could devour Song Qing whole.

“How wonderful… We’re finally going to meet, Song Qing,” she murmured with a faint smile before making a call.

“How are the preparations?”

“Everything’s ready.”

“Good. Let’s begin.”

“Yes, boss.”

Meanwhile, in the backstage dressing room.

Song Qing sat on the sofa, her face twisted in impatience as she glared at the people around her.

“How much longer do I have to wait?”

She couldn’t hold back her irritation, her tone dripping with annoyance—a stark contrast to her glamorous on-screen persona.

Her assistant, a beta who couldn’t sense pheromones, still felt the oppressive weight of Song Qing’s presence. Even without the ability to detect an alpha’s dominance, the sheer force of it made her uneasy. She shrank back, whispering, “I-I don’t know,” hoping to avoid notice. But Song Qing still shot her a sharp glare.

“Useless. Get out of my way—it’s time for me to go on.”

With a dismissive wave, Song Qing grabbed the hem of her dress and strode toward the red carpet. Unconsciously, her pheromones grew thicker, more overwhelming.

Panicked, the assistant called out, afraid that if Song Qing stepped out like this, she’d lose her job. “Wait—!”

“Song-jie! Wait! Your pheromones are too strong. If you go on stage like this and the media makes a big deal out of it, Sister Ye Zi will definitely not let us off the hook.”

Hearing this, Song Qing stopped with a grim expression, thinking about her nagging manager Ye Zi, which only made her headache worse.

So, she had no choice but to agree.

“Fine then. Hurry up and get me some suppressant spray.”

“Yes!” The assistant immediately ran off.

Song Qing massaged her throbbing temples, watching her assistant’s flustered demeanor, and felt like today was just her unlucky day.

Not only was the awards ceremony coinciding with her rut, but both the host and her assistant were annoyingly slow.

She wondered how Ye Zi was doing with finding her an omega. Hopefully, their pheromones wouldn’t be too unpleasant—otherwise, she might lose her temper again and kick them out like last time.

Taking a deep breath, Song Qing rubbed her aching temples. The assistant, sensing her foul mood, didn’t dare to dawdle and quickly returned with the suppressant, spraying it over Song Qing.

The milky scent wasn’t unbearable, just barely within acceptable limits. Song Qing said nothing, her expression softening slightly, and when the host called for her a second time, she lifted her dress and stepped out.

Meanwhile, the host, who had been waiting anxiously, finally relaxed when she saw Song Qing approaching and flashed a brighter smile.

She greeted Song Qing warmly.

“Now walking toward us is none other than Song Qing—truly our nation’s goddess! Once again, her styling doesn’t disappoint. This princess-like updo is so reminiscent of her role as the most beautiful celestial in the drama—it almost feels like my idol has stepped right out of the screen! I wonder if everyone else feels the same?”

The host said playfully. Song Qing, who was posing for the cameras, frowned slightly at her words—an expression that was immediately caught on camera.

Unaware, she maintained a polite smile as she approached the host, but her pheromones had already spiraled out of control.

The moment she reached the host—an omega—the woman’s legs buckled, and she stumbled toward Song Qing.

But her pheromones were so revolting that Song Qing instinctively recoiled in disgust, dodging without hesitation.

The host fell to the ground in an undignified heap, forcing the live broadcast to cut off abruptly. And just like that, Song Qing instantly trended.

#SongQingRude
#SongQingDivastunt
#SongQingHatesOmegas
…

The moment the hashtags blew up, Ye Zi rushed over.

But when she arrived, she found the assistant she had assigned to Song Qing crying pitifully outside the door.

“What happened?”

“It’s her rut, Sister Ye Zi… I don’t know how, but Song-jie’s rut came early…” The assistant sobbed, too afraid to meet Ye Zi’s eyes.

“Right, right. I get it. Go handle the media outside—I’ll take care of the rest.”

Ye Zi cursed under her breath, suddenly remembering that Song Qing’s rut was approaching. She quickly dismissed the assistant and dialed a number.

“Alright, you can come now.”

She commanded the person on the other end.

The person on the other end of the phone didn’t say much, just gave an acknowledging hum before hanging up.

Meanwhile, inside the room.

Song Qing impatiently tugged at her clothes, the chaotic hormones raging inside her like millions of ants gnawing at her flesh, the pain driving her to the brink of irritation.

Her fair face was flushed with a rosy hue, her beautiful body tinged with pink. Her fingers dug into the bathtub, gripping so hard they turned white as she submerged herself in cold water. Her wet hair clung to the sides of her face, making her look like a bewitching siren, devastatingly alluring.

When Su Shu pushed open the door and saw Song Qing like this, her heart shuddered violently. Before she could even introduce herself—

The alpha in heat lunged at her.

Alphas in heat had an especially strong territorial instinct. So, the moment Song Qing sensed an unfamiliar presence intruding, her eyes snapped open. The towel hanging nearby was yanked down abruptly.

Before Su Shu could react, the woman had already risen from the bathtub and seized her by the throat.

“Who are you?” Song Qing asked coldly, her wet long hair clinging to her slender neck like dark vines, stark against her pale skin.

“My name is Su Shu. I’m the omega Sister Ye sent…” the woman gasped, her face reddening from lack of air, yet her expression remained calm and composed.

“An omega sent by Ye?” Song Qing frowned, staring at the frail woman before her—someone she could crush with one hand—and said nothing. Then she leaned in to sniff at the other’s neck.

Su Shu flinched at the sudden invasion, instinctively wanting to pull away. But remembering Ye’s instructions, she obediently released her pheromones instead.

A sweet scent, carrying the distinct memory of summer, like a refreshing breeze in scorching heat, emanated from the glands at the back of her neck. Song Qing inhaled deeply, her eyes closing in involuntary pleasure before she loosened her grip on the woman’s throat and praised,

“Not bad. Seems like Ye put some thought into it this time. Did she tell you the terms?” Song Qing murmured, her nose still pressed close to the omega’s scent glands.

“She did,” Su Shu answered neutrally, her face still cool, her tone devoid of any sycophantic sweetness—likely as Ye had instructed.

Song Qing chuckled at that, then swept her hair back, eyeing the woman who stood half a head shorter than her with amusement.

“Then you know what to do?”

“I do.” At this, Su Shu averted her gaze, her eyes drifting elsewhere.

“Good. Go take a shower first.”

“Alright.”

Song Qing smirked, casting one last glance at the woman before heading to the wine cabinet. The thought of that sweet watermelon scent clinging to the omega made her eyes darken, her body restless with agitation.

…

Meanwhile, Su Shu, once inside the bathroom, collapsed weakly to the floor, her legs giving out. Her face flushed crimson as her pheromones immediately spiraled out of control.

The pheromones of a top-tier alpha during their rut can induce an omega into early heat. Though she had researched this beforehand, facing Song Qing still evoked an instinctive fear within her. Yet simultaneously, her obsessive love for Song Qing grew wildly, clamoring desperately to possess her.

Especially when Song Qing had sniffed her scent gland earlier—she’d felt pinned against a wall, paralyzed yet weak-kneed. An omega in heat naturally craves an alpha’s mark, but she knew Song Qing would never willingly claim her. So, she’d fought to suppress her instincts, the urge to draw closer, to win Song Qing’s heart, struggling to maintain composure in her presence.

Song Qing seemed to recognize this, later withdrawing her pheromones—a sign of at least some satisfaction.

But mere satisfaction wasn’t enough…

The omega gazed at her flushed reflection in the mirror, gripping the door handle as she slowly rose from the floor. Then came the sound of approaching footsteps outside.

A smirk curled her lips. The emotionless mask she’d worn before Song Qing now gave way to eyes brimming with obsessive devotion.

“The fish… has taken the bait.”

“Are you showering?” Song Qing knocked, her voice rough with desire at the thought of the woman’s maddening watermelon scent. “No answer? Then I’m coming in.”

Without waiting, she pushed the door open.

There stood the omega beneath the spray, eyes closed, unaware of the intrusion. The steam had painted her skin a delicate pink as she lathered herself with a bath sponge, foam clinging to her curves. Behind the glass, her flawless figure was on full display, the faint watermelon fragrance growing sweeter, more intoxicating under the water’s touch.

Song Qing lingered in the doorway, watching the woman’s flushed face, her parted lips. A smirk tugged at her mouth before she stepped forward without warning, shedding her robe to embrace the omega from behind.