The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 7

Su Mu shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

She pressed her lips together. She had to be more careful—next time, she couldn’t afford to let anything slip out by accident.

“I’m going to rest. The director said there’s no filming this afternoon. Bring me dinner after seven tonight. Before then, I need to get a good rest.”

Jiang Xi didn’t dare question her. “Understood.”

“Mm. I’ll head up first. You go on and take care of your own business.”

“Yes.”

Just as Su Mu reached the elevator and the doors slid open, a harsh, distant voice echoed down the corridor:

“Damn it, where’s that Omega? Where did she run off to? Even drugged, she can still escape? Ha—no wonder, she was never a real Alpha to begin with.”

“Find her and drag her back. I’ll show her what real torment feels like! That filthy woman thinks being a celebrity protects her from me? She dared to mock me—she’s going to pay!”

Su Mu frowned. The voice sounded familiar, though she couldn’t place where she’d heard it before.

But this wasn’t her concern. She had no reason to get involved.

Calmly, she stepped out of the elevator—only to be nearly bowled over the next second. A woman stumbled forward, hair in wild disarray, the faint fragrance of Milan blossoms clinging to her.

Her evening gown hung in tatters, breath ragged, wavy hair covering her face. From what little skin was visible, Su Mu caught sight of bruises on her bare legs. Her feet were cut and bare—her shoes must have been discarded during her desperate flight.

The sight stirred Su Mu’s memory of Si Yu, who had been in a similar state during her heat. Coupled with the earlier voice, it wasn’t hard to deduce that this was the very woman those men were hunting.

Su Mu exhaled softly. Why did she always end up entangled in things like this?

The woman’s reason was slipping. She pawed at the elevator doors but couldn’t step inside. After a moment’s hesitation, Su Mu asked gently, “Do you need my help?”

Fortunately, she had just injected a suppressant. Otherwise, as an Alpha, she might already have been overwhelmed by the Omega’s scent, pushed into actions she would regret forever.

The woman tilted her head, lips and tongue bloodied from being bitten through. Bl00d trickled down her chin, staining her throat and collarbones. Her gaze was hazy, unfocused.

After what seemed like ages, she rasped hoarsely, “H-help me.”

Su Mu stepped out, shrugging off her coat to drape over the woman’s shoulders. Then, without hesitation, she lifted her into her arms, even smoothing down the hem of her tattered dress.

Before the pursuers could arrive, she carried the woman directly to her room.

The moment her door clicked shut, men in black appeared at the corridor’s end. They paused at the room number, stifling their impulse to rush in.

Everyone knew Su Mu only ever stayed in this suite during filming. She never lived elsewhere, and no one else was ever allowed to use her rooms—her obsession with cleanliness wouldn’t permit it. Even when she was away, the hotel kept this suite off-limits, per her instructions.

Since she was currently filming nearby, the only person who could’ve returned to that room was Su Mu herself.

And there was no way Su Mu, of all people, would bring a strange Omega in heat into her meticulously guarded sanctuary. Convinced of this, the men moved on, searching elsewhere.

Behind the closed door, however, the Omega’s pheromones saturated the air, so thick that even holding her breath, Su Mu could barely endure. The suppressed fire in her body surged back to life, burning hotter with every breath.

“Tongzi, suppress it for me,” she muttered.

This was the second time she’d faced such a situation. She had no choice but to rely on the system’s intervention.

The system objected: 【This will harm your body.】

Su Mu’s brow furrowed deeper. Her voice was hoarse but resolute. “Better that than becoming a mindless beast, preying on someone helpless. She deserve a future, not to have it destroyed by me.”

She played scoundrels on screen, yes—but that was just acting. Off camera, she was still herself.

She could repay Jiang Xi for every stolen wage, even double. She could save Si Yu from the swarm. But she would not betray her own conscience for the sake of a role.

Her gaze was steady, though the fire inside her chest roared with such intensity it threatened to burn her hollow. She refused to bow to that primal urge.

The woman in her arms, however, was beyond reason. The drug coursing through her left her incapable of thought, her body moving only under its merciless pull.

Her searing breath washed over Su Mu’s skin. Veins throbbed in Su Mu’s temple; her arms trembled as she carried the woman to the bed, jaw clenched against the urge clawing inside her.

She vaguely remembered Jiang Xi keeping spare suppressants in the bedside drawer—precaution for when Su Mu’s own heats struck.

The moment Su Mu set the woman down, a pair of weak but desperate arms looped around her neck. Burning lips sought hers, hands fumbling at her clothes.

Through the haze of tangled hair, Su Mu met the woman’s fever-bright eyes, filled only with desperation and the fire of need. To the Omega’s drug-clouded mind, Su Mu’s warmth was the only outlet.

Just before those lips met hers, Su Mu turned her head. The kiss landed against her cheek instead. She froze, then pried the woman’s hands away.

“Mm, don’t, don’t go.”

The woman groped blindly for her again, clinging to the brief calm she felt near Su Mu. A trace of Su Mu’s pheromones had slipped earlier, and the taste of it had soothed her slightly. Instinct screamed she needed more.

Su Mu stiffened. Her own pheromones threatened to spiral out of control. She couldn’t—she mustn’t.

“Calm down. I’ll get you a suppressant.”

She wrapped the woman tightly in a blanket, even binding it with clothes to keep her secure, ignoring her tear-glazed eyes and restless struggling.

Meanwhile, Si Yu, still grateful for being saved earlier, resolved to thank Su Mu properly—and perhaps even clear up old matters between them. Carrying a bag of Su Mu’s favorite fruit, she took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Su Mu, halfway through adjusting her clothes, stiffened. “?”

Who could it be now?

She hastily injected herself with another suppressant, then, still panting, opened the door.

At once, Si Yu was hit with a wave of scorching heat and the faint sweetness of milk candy—Su Mu’s pheromones.

Her brows knit faintly. Because mingled with that was another scent, dense and heady: Milan blossom, an Omega’s pheromone, clinging to Su Mu’s body.

Her eyes swept over Su Mu’s disheveled state. Silence stretched. The fragile trust she’d begun to rebuild crumbled. Her voice was cold when she finally spoke:

“You’re keeping an Omega in your hotel room?”

The absurdity of it almost made her laugh. Was Su Mu so incapable of being without an Omega? She’d only been filming for a short while, and already she had one hidden away.

And hadn’t she just injected a suppressant? Yet she’d pushed another Omega into heat already? Clearly, Si Yu had overestimated her.

Too naïve.

Su Mu, oblivious to the misunderstanding but sensing Si Yu’s hostility, furrowed her brows. She didn’t have time for this. “Do you have any suppressants?”

Si Yu narrowed her eyes. “What do you need them for?”

Su Mu could have used her own pheromones to soothe the Omega inside. Why come to her, unless she was pretending at innocence even now?

Bitterness pricked at Si Yu’s chest. She turned away. “I’ve got two left. But judging by her state, she’ll need more than suppressants. She’ll need an Alpha’s mark.”

The Omega’s pheromones were nearly suffocating—proof she was at her limit.

“I see.”

Su Mu’s frown deepened. This was trouble.

“Lend me one. I’ll buy another to replace it.”

Si Yu gave her a strange look, then drawled, “Fine.”

When she returned with a suppressant and knocked again, Su Mu opened the door, her eyes faintly reddened, bl00d streaked across her hand. Her voice was rasped raw.

“Thank you.” She accepted the syringe.

Si Yu’s heart skipped a beat. “Y-you’re welcome.”

Only after the door shut again did she realize her pulse was racing, her breath uneven. Had she really just thought Su Mu looked sexy, lowering her lashes like that?

“No, no. That must be the gratitude talking, confusing my judgment.”

She slapped her cheeks, turned away, and left. Su Mu wasn’t hers to covet. Especially not when there was already an Omega inside that she clearly wouldn’t abandon.

Even so, a faint hollowness lingered in her chest.

Back inside, Su Mu looked down at the woman, drenched in sweat and writhing weakly like a fish out of water. Ignoring the pain in her bitten hand, she said evenly, “I’m going to inject you with the suppressant. Hold on.”

“Ahh!”

The moment the suppressant entered her system, the Omega’s last thread of reason snapped. She sank her teeth into Su Mu’s shoulder, hard. The bite wasn’t deep—she was too weak—but the pain made Su Mu hiss sharply through her teeth.

There was only one thought in Su Mu’s mind:

This drug was terrifyingly strong.