The Cannon Fodder Alpha Who Made the Heroine Pregnant - Chapter 3

3:

Zhou Lan lingered on the first floor, mentally rehearsing what to say when Chu Zhao woke up.

One truth was clear: She had transmigrated into a villainous cannon fodder. If she wants to avoid the original host’s gruesome fate, she needs to think of a strategy—fast.

Having read the novel, she knew its bones.

In her past life, she had been a songwriter; reclusive, socially awkward, drawing inspiration from films, books, even games. Natural talent, some called it.

Based on her knowledge of this novel, this was a story about a female protagonist, and she absolutely couldn’t offend the heroine. Although she had already done so severely, there was still time to make amends.

First step: Leave the Zhou family.

The Zhou family was deeply rotten, and it would be doomed sooner or later. As far as she knew, Chu Zhao had already begun preparing for a future takeover of the family.

The original Zhou Lan, a late-blooming alpha, had been neglected by her own family, while her brother was groomed as heir. Legally, the family’s implosion wouldn’t touch her.

But old enemies would come hunting. Disappearing was essential.

The Zhou fortune? It was worthless to her.

The original host, on the other hand, had just graduated. The Zhou family had paid a huge price for her to graduate successfully and obtain a good degree.

This was probably the only thing the original self had left behind to help her.

The school was a famous one abroad. The original host was urgently summoned back because of her brother’s death, and in just a few months, she had already become famous.

Post-wedding, Chu Zhao’s beauty had briefly tamed her… until boredom struck. Then came the parties, the affairs, and finally, last night’s atrocity.

Most likely considered as a crime, not a prank.

Zhou Lan wasn’t concerned with her reputation; she cared about Chu Zhao’s opinion of her; her life depended on her.

If escape wasn’t immediate, she must rehabilitate her image, and take responsibility.

Her plans were already solidified, not until she faced the stairs.

What could she possibly say?

That the pheromone madness wasn’t her fault? That would be technically true, but this body had participated.

The original host was a beast. She had behaved like one.

Zhou Lan was about to go upstairs when she looked up and saw Chu Zhao, her face pale and filled with hatred.

To prevent Chu Zhao from waking up and jumping out the window, she found the spare key according to her original host’s memories and opened the door.

The omega’s disheveled state; damp bangs, crumpled clothes, that shattered aura, pierced Zhou Lan with guilt sharper than any law.

In this world, the alphas held all power. Consent during ruts was presumed. An omega’s accusation? Will be easily dismissed as “seduction.”

Chu Zhao, the novel’s heroine, had known only hardship, and then she encountered the scumbag that was the original host.

“I’m sorry.” The words felt woefully inadequate.

Chu Zhao’s glare could flay skin.

“Sorry?” Hoarse, venomous. From the stairs, she looked less like a victim than an avenging spirit, hell-bent on dragging Zhou Lan to the abyss.

Zhou Lan opened her mouth—

“I’ll kill you.”

“Make you suffer.”

Wait. Chu Zhao’s lips hadn’t moved.

Yesterday’s “Drop dead” hadn’t been an imagination.

She could hear Chu Zhao’s thoughts.

The revelation should have shocked her more. But Chu Zhao’s swaying posture caught her attention.

Logically, Zhou Lan should flee, let the tempers cool. Yet leaving Chu Zhao alone felt unconscionable.

The novel’s female lead was resilient, yes. But trauma wasn’t erased by future success.

“Chu Zhao,” she said quietly, “I know you won’t believe me now. But whatever you need, now or later, I’ll provide it.”

A hollow laugh. Chu Zhao turned, moving like a marionette with cut strings.

“The Zhous’… must burn.”

“Zhou Lan… deserves torment.”

Again, unspoken.

Before Zhou Lan could process this, fire seared her neck.

Her rut wasn’t over. Without suppressants, she had lost control again, and so would Chu Zhao.

The villa’s clinic might have suppressant patches. But only hospital-grade suppressants could end this.

Think. The original had dumped Chu Zhao’s suppressants in the pool. Find those, and—

She bolted outside.

Zhou Lan slapped herself hard on the forehead, barely managing to calm herself, and strode toward the center of the pool.

The pool’s center, as per the novel, was where the suppressants were dumped by the original host. Chu Zhao had spotted them mid-leap.

Mapping the trajectory from Chu Zhao’s window, Zhou Lan waded in, just as a figure cannonballed beside her.

Chu Zhao.