The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 2

2:

Zhou Lan woke up at five in the morning.

The soft warmth in her arms startled her, until last night’s memories flooded back.

Memories of last night flooded back into her mind. She couldn’t quite recall the exact process; she had completely lost her mind in that state, but the result was something that had already happened, and they had crossed a line with no return.

Taking a steady breath, Zhou Lan opened her eyes, and met Chu Zhao’s furrowed brow.

Even in her sleep, the omega radiated distress.

Red marks dotted Chu Zhao’s skin, confirming what Zhou Lan already knew.

In this world’s rules, omegas endured heat cycles monthly, three to four days of primal need. Exposure to an alpha’s pheromones turned them helpless, while alphas likewise lost control under an omega’s scent.

And their compatibility? A lethal 100%.

The intense fusion had left them both immersed in bliss, unable to recover..

Worse than that, the original Zhou Lan, currently in her rut, had not only hidden Chu Zhao’s suppressants but removed her own suppressant patches. A recipe for disaster.

Zhou Lan gritted her teeth. What kind of world forced biological betrayal? Once marked, an Omega remained marked for life. While modern technology had developed suppressants, there was no way to remove the mark unless the source of infection was eliminated. Alphas faced no such consequences.

And Chu Zhao, the novel’s resilient heroine, had suffered more than most.

The original Zhou Lan’s plan? Mark Chu Zhao, then makes her friends “share” her, ensuring she would die branded an adulteress, with no legal repercussions.

Only because of Chu Zhao’s combat skills and Zhou Lan’s transmigration, that they had averted such catastrophe.

In the novel, the original Zhou Lan failed but tormented Chu Zhao relentlessly afterward, not until Chu Zhao’s rise left her bankrupt, limbless, and fish food.

A fitting end, but too late to undo the damage.

And now? Zhou Lan would inherit that karmic debt.

Her stomach churned. If only she had arrived an hour earlier—

But there’s no use in dwelling. What’s done is done. She would take responsibility, somehow.

First, she needed to handle the trash downstairs.

—

Dressing in the original’s garish floral shirt and skinny jeans, Zhou Lan tucked the blankets securely around Chu Zhao, it was best not to tempt fate.

Her past life as a reclusive, socially awkward songwriter had not prepared her for this. Back then, her “cold genius” reputation kept people at bay. In here? She was a worthless scumbag alpha with negative credibility.

There was only one solution: leave the Zhou family. Have a fresh start.

But then she glanced at Chu Zhao, saw the bite marks on her neck, the angry furrow between her brows—and sighed.

Running wasn’t an option.

—

Downstairs, three lackeys sprawled across the furniture.

“Boss! Are you done already?” One grinned, scrambling up. “Is it our turn now?”

Zhou Lan’s bl00d boiled. These vermin actually thought—

“Get out.” Her voice could freeze hell.

Confused snickers. “Come on, boss, you said—”

“I said,” she enunciated, “get the fvck out of my house.”

Her glare, sharpened by the original’s deceptively delicate features, sent them scrambling.

As they muttered insults on their way out (“Who does she think she is?” “Watch her ruin the Zhou empire—”), Zhou Lan hit the security alarm.

Three minutes later:

“These men are banned from the estate,” she told the guards, feigning petulance. “We had a disagreement.”

The team nodded, used to the Zhou heiress’s whims.

Alone again, Zhou Lan exhaled.

Now for the hard part: facing Chu Zhao.

Would it be a quick death? Or slow, painful dismemberment?

Her bones ached preemptively.