The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 1

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At 1 a.m., the muffled roar of thunder rumbled outside, the wind howling in tandem as if heralding an impending storm.

In Villa No. 666 of Qingjiang First Estate, Jiangning City, the only illuminated room held a long-haired woman curled up on the floor, clutching her stomach in pain.

But the agony of being kicked in the gut was nothing compared to the torment brought by the overpowering scent of snow cedar in the air—icy and crisp, yet laced with a hidden, smoldering heat.

Zhou Lan felt a restless fire surging through her body, desperate for release but finding no outlet.

Her body no longer felt like her own, hijacked by primal instincts she had never faced before.

Her temperature climbed as if she were burning with fever, especially behind her ears—hot enough to fry an egg.

Every breath of that intoxicating fragrance made her body burn hotter.

This wasn’t a normal fever. It was a desperate, clawing need—to seize that icy scent, to entwine with it, to cool the inferno inside her.

Her instincts screamed that only that cold purity could save her.

“You beast!!!”

A furious shout pierced Zhou Lan’s haze. Forcing her eyes open, she saw a stunningly beautiful woman glaring at her, one hand pressed to her own scent gland as she rummaged through a drawer with barely contained rage.

Zhou Lan struggled to her feet, swaying as she approached. “Excuse me… where is this?”

SLAP!

Her face snapped to the side from the force of the blow.

The woman before her was visibly fighting against something, her eyes blazing with hatred.

Before Zhou Lan could react, a flood of fragmented memories crashed into her mind—revealing the truth.

She had transmigrated.

No, more accurately—she had transmigrated into a novel.

An ABO world’s ruthless female-lead story, where the protagonist, Chu Zhao, endured countless hardships before rising like a phoenix to destroy everyone who had ever wronged her.

And the body Zhou Lan now inhabited? Also named Zhou Lan, the original host was Chu Zhao’s sister-in-law.

In the novel’s plot, Chu Zhao was engaged to Zhou Lan’s older brother. But on their wedding day, he died in a car accident on the way to the ceremony. So, the Zhou family forced the younger sister, the original Zhou Lan—to marry Chu Zhao in his place.

The original Zhou Lan was a notorious good-for-nothing. Chu Zhao, already exploited by her family for financial gain, was now shackled to a scummy alpha.

The Chu family, drowning in debt, had sold their daughter to the Zhou family in a desperate bid for survival—unaware that the Zhou’s true goal was to devour the Chu empire whole.

The original Zhou Lan, spoiled and entitled, initially played the doting wife. But when Chu Zhao remained distant, her patience wore thin.

Why chase an indifferent wife when countless others worshipped the ground she walked on?

But the original Zhou Lan’s pride couldn’t tolerate rejection. So, she plotted something vile—waiting for Chu Zhao’s heat cycle to force a marking.

She hid Chu Zhao’s suppressants and even invited her degenerate friends to join in the assault.

Luckily, Chu Zhao—a trained fighter despite being an omega—kicked the original Zhou Lan across the room before things escalated.

If Zhou Lan hadn’t transmigrated, the original host would’ve been beaten unconscious, thrown out, and later discovered the hidden suppressants in the pool, allowing Chu Zhao to regain control—before sending the entire gang to the hospital for a month.

Zhou Lan touched her stinging cheek. That slap had jolted her awake, briefly overpowering the pheromone-induced haze.

But the heat in her body still raged, growing worse by the second. Soon, she’d lose control again.

If she wanted to avoid the novel’s bloody outcome, her best bet was to flee—now.

But when she grabbed the door handle, it didn’t budge. Locked from the outside.

Of course—the original Zhou Lan’s lackeys had sealed her in.

Zhou Lan turned back, voice hoarse with desire. “Look… what if I said I don’t actually want to do anything? Would you believe me?”

“Hah. Drop dead.”

Chu Zhao’s lips didn’t move, yet Zhou Lan heard the words clear as day.

Then, a foot shot toward her face.

Instinct took over. Zhou Lan lunged, catching Chu Zhao’s leg—

Skin met skin.

And whatever fragile restraint remained shattered.

Zhou Lan’s vision blurred. The scent of snow cedar consumed her, drowning all reason. She needed more—needed her.

Chu Zhao, already deep in heat, had only held on this long through sheer willpower. But the moment Zhou Lan touched her, her body betrayed her.

Zhou Lan’s gaze locked onto Chu Zhao’s face—flushed, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded with desire.

Every bit the enchantress.

The original Zhou Lan’s memories painted Chu Zhao as coldly elegant, untouchable. But now?

She was fired.

A moan escaped Chu Zhao’s lips as Zhou Lan’s mouth crashed onto hers.

For a split second, Chu Zhao’s eyes flew open—conflict flashing behind the lust.

But then Zhou Lan’s scent—smoky sandalwood laced with aged cedar—wrapped around her, and her last defenses collapsed.

Clothes tore.

Hands explored.

The snow cedar and sandalwood entwined, the air thick with salt and heat as two bodies melted into one.