Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha of the Yandere Film Empress - Chapter 10
Chapter 10
The bedside lamp was dim, a soft orange-yellow glow worn down like frosted glass—hazy and subdued.
Song Yanrong was half-sitting on the bed. Su Jia knelt beside her legs, her knees pressed together, eyes lowered, hands resting lightly on Yanrong’s thighs.
The warm touch finally brought a moment of real relaxation to legs long dulled and numb.
With the tension easing, Song Yanrong’s mind turned to those hands. Su Jia’s hands were beautiful—slender fingers with neatly trimmed nails painted pale pink, making her fair skin look even more delicate.
Upward, her dress was an icy blue with a sweetheart neckline below the collarbone…
Just a glance revealed a flash of pink where she had bent slightly forward.
The atmosphere in the quiet room was laced with a faint air of sensuality.
Turning her gaze away, Song Yanrong noticed a faint mark on Su Jia’s shoulder. She asked, “The bruise on your shoulder—did Song Hanshuang do that?”
Su Jia’s attention had been on the soft skin under her hands. Startled by the question, she replied casually, “She’s always been violent. It’s nothing new.”
She lifted her head and smiled faintly. “A few days before the engagement, Song Hanshuang already tried something, but I managed to avoid it. If you hadn’t taken me away that day… I really don’t know what might’ve happened.”
That part was true.
After Hanshuang’s last attempt to harass her, Su Jia had been filled with unease, sensing something worse was coming.
Song Yanrong frowned. She knew Hanshuang had a tendency to mess with women, but she hadn’t expected her to go so far.
Someone like that… and she’s still the CEO of the Song Group?
The Song family really must be out of options.
“You should stay with me for now,” Yanrong said.
Su Jia looked at her. If this had been before they started getting along, she might’ve suspected Yanrong of having ulterior motives.
“Mhm.” A faint smile curled at her lips. “But Miss Song, you can protect me now, not forever.”
There was no bitterness in her tone. If anything, Song Yanrong caught a hint of teasing. From where she sat, Su Jia looked like a collection of all the world’s allure.
Yanrong was silent for a moment, then said, “Until you don’t need me anymore.”
“Hm?”
“When a little more time passes and this is all forgotten… You can go back to acting. Fall in love. Start a new life,” she said softly. “We’ll still be friends. If you ever need help, you can still come to me.”
Su Jia’s hand paused on Yanrong’s thigh, her fingers brushing the lace edge of her own dress. She looked up at Yanrong.
She probably didn’t realize how that sincere, generous, “easy to talk to” expression made people want to bully her a little.
Yes. She wanted to bully this Alpha.
With that thought, her fingertip instinctively stroked softly across Yanrong’s thigh.
Then she smiled. “Really?”
Yanrong’s leg tingled—a small reaction flaring up and then fading just as quickly.
She looked down. Su Jia’s pinky was hidden under the hem of her skirt.
“Yes, really,” Yanrong replied.
“Friends? But I prefer the term ‘partners in crime.’”
“Then we’re partners.”
Su Jia let out a low laugh. Yanrong chuckled, too. Then both of them fell silent.
After a while…
Su Jia asked again, “The person who hit you—still no leads?”
“Seems like it,” Yanrong replied.
The original body’s leg injury had come from a car accident. She’d been drinking that night and ditched her driver. After getting out of the car herself, she was hit and left lying in the dark for who knows how long before someone finally found her.
As for the person who hit her—she only remembered that the driver might have gotten out briefly, but she was too drunk to remember his face. And the original body’s memories weren’t any clearer.
“No surveillance footage in the area?”
Yanrong shook her head. “That section of the road had broken cameras.”
“Right…”
Nothing more was said. Su Jia’s hand still rested lightly on Yanrong’s leg, the lace edge of her dress lifting slightly as she moved her fingers. Yanrong cleared her throat. “It’s late. Let’s rest.”
If she stayed like this, she probably wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight.
Su Jia didn’t seem to realize how dangerous it was to keep her hand there. She simply nodded. “Okay.”
But in her mind, she thought: Song Yanrong’s calves were so cool to the touch… but the spot under the dress was warm.
They lay back down.
With the bedside lamp off, the room returned to darkness and silence. Soft light from outside streamed in through a gap in the curtains like moonlight.
The sudden glow of a phone screen pierced the dimness. Su Jia rolled over to check.
It was a message from Song Lu.
Earlier, she had felt a burning and prickling in her gland, and her legs had gone weak.
Song Lu:
“What you’re experiencing can be understood as a symptom of ‘pheromone dependency.’ Since this is your first heat, your glands are extremely sensitive to stimulation. The inhibitor suppresses most effects, but like aftershocks following an earthquake, residual effects are normal.”
Su Jia:
“Do I still need to use the inhibitor?”
Song Lu replied quickly.
Song Lu:
“Just stay near your 0.01.”
Su Jia stared at the message and mischievously typed back:
Su Jia:
“Already am. She’s right next to me.”
A pause.
Song Lu:
“…”
Su Jia put her phone down. Warmth radiated from the back of her shoulder. She laid flat and stared at the dark ceiling.
Her voice was as soft as a feather, yet in the quiet space, it was clear.
“Can I get a little closer to you?”
Song Yanrong’s eyes opened slightly, her voice low and husky. “Hm?”
Su Jia whispered, “After heat, I still feel a little uncomfortable. Dr. Song said an Alpha’s pheromones can help soothe me.”
Not technically a lie—she just didn’t mention that the Alpha in question had to be Song Yanrong.
Yanrong had recently looked up some info and knew that Omegas often felt residual discomfort after heat.
She asked, “But… doesn’t it have to be someone who’s marked you—or at least someone who’s already shared a mark?”
She really didn’t understand all this yet.
Just as she was about to explain further—worried she might’ve upset Su Jia—
Su Jia gently said, “Maybe I just… like your pheromones.”
Yanrong’s eyes fully opened. Her tongue ran over her dry lips.
In this world, pheromones were as intimate as body scent. Su Jia’s words left little room for misinterpretation.
“Can I?” Su Jia asked again.
“…Yes,” Yanrong replied.
…
That night, Song Yanrong barely slept in the first half. When she finally did, she kept feeling phantom sensations—soft warmth brushing her shoulder, neck, ear…
Suddenly, her deep sleep was broken by sharp, insistent vibrations.
She woke in a daze to find Su Jia curled up beside her, forehead against her shoulder like a kitten seeking comfort.
Su Jia stirred soon after.
Yanrong reached for her phone. “Sorry,” she said quietly.
Su Jia, rudely awakened from deep sleep, frowned in irritation and closed her eyes again—only to snap them back open.
“…Damn, almost forgot to pretend.”
Yanrong had already answered the call from Zhao Wen. She had Do Not Disturb turned on, and only calls repeated three times would break through—so she assumed it was urgent.
But Zhao Wen didn’t sound urgent.
Zhao Wen: “Zhou Yuan’s in trouble.”
The room lights turned on. Su Jia flipped the switch.
Yanrong rubbed her temples, already throbbing from lack of sleep. “What happened?”
Zhao Wen: “Overdosed and landed in the hospital. Now she’s awake, having a breakdown, screaming about suicide, refusing inhibitors. Her pheromones are going haywire—it’s chaos on the whole floor.”
She probably took a drag of a cigarette. Her tone was agitated.
Zhao Wen: “I’m sick of this. No one dares go near her now.”
“What about her family?”
Zhao Wen: “Can’t reach them. If this keeps up, I swear I’ll slap her back to reality. I don’t care whose daughter she is.”
“…Right.”
Zhao Wen: “Song-jie, you better come handle this.”
Yanrong thought for a moment. “Okay. I’m on my way.”
In the novel, Zhou Yuan’s obsession with the original body had led her to insanity—digging up graves at the end. She could definitely be dangerous.
After hanging up, Yanrong turned to see Su Jia pulling clothes from the wardrobe.
“I’ll come with you,” Su Jia said.
Leaving her alone wasn’t ideal either. “Alright.”
Su Jia brought over a long dress for her, then pushed the wheelchair to the bed. As she helped Yanrong sit up, the Alpha didn’t resist.
Yanrong gripped Su Jia’s palm.
As she rose, Su Jia’s foot caught on something. She stumbled slightly, and her hand landed—hard—on Yanrong’s thigh.
A soft grunt escaped Yanrong’s lips.
It was pure reflex.
By the time she realized what had happened, Su Jia was already giving her a strange look.
“You…” Su Jia said.