Transmigrated as the Imperial Princess's Scumbag Alpha Ex-Wife - Chapter 1

Zhu Yu often found herself trapped in the same dream.

In the desolate dreamscape, a slender, porcelain-white hand slowly extended toward her from the darkness, like a sculpture carved by moonlight. Faint blue veins pulsed beneath the wrist, like jade-like threads, and a small red mole hovered above the veins.

The hand was long and strong, impossibly cold, yet it stubbornly gripped hers.

The girl stood high above, her pale blue eyes, the color of the sky, seemed to hold the joys and sorrows of all living beings—compassionate yet indifferent.

Zhu Yu gazed at her with fervent anticipation, like a devout believer awaiting salvation. But the girl released her hand, letting Zhu Yu plummet into the boundless darkness.

No—don’t leave me!

Sister?

The young Zhu Yu cowered in the darkness, like an insect trapped in amber, her struggles futile.

She lost all sense of time, heard no sound, and could neither resist nor awaken.

Until the sky shattered, blinding light crashed down, and she fell into a riot of roses. Crimson petals swirled through the air as thorny vines surged around her.

Zhu Yu’s eyes snapped open. Cold sweat clung to her back, her shirt sticking clammy and cold against her skin. She gasped for breath.

This time, she saw not the empty bedroom, but the hand itself, appearing vividly before her.

Long, slender, and pale, it arched high like a white bird soaring over the sea before crashing down with a heavy slap.

Smack!

Her cheek burned with pain.

“Zhu Yu…!”

The woman’s hoarse voice snapped Zhu Yu out of her dazed stupor. The slap had turned her head slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on the mole on the woman’s wrist.

It hurts… This isn’t a dream.

She remembered lying in bed, setting seven alarms to wake up early for her 8 a.m. class tomorrow… But what was happening now?

Those pale blue eyes blazed with hatred. Despite her vulnerable position, the woman held her chin high with pride, strands of silver hair damp with sweat and clinging messily to her neck.

The scent of roses flooded Zhu Yu’s nostrils, and she instinctively swallowed. The metallic tang of bl00d, mingled with a secret desire, burned in her throat, igniting a feverish heat within her.

A ringing filled her ears. Zhu Yu lowered her head and saw the woman’s scarred legs, her own hand pressed close, tightly bound by vines.

The woman sat perched on the table, biting her lip in agony. Crimson droplets of bl00d welled at the corner of her mouth, stark against her snow-white skin, both striking and tragic. Her hoarse voice remained alluring:

“Zhu Yu, if I don’t die, I’ll make you repay this a hundredfold…!”

Zhu Yu’s mind froze for a moment.

This scene, these lines…

It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t reality—she had transmigrated!

This was a scene from an Interstellar ABO novel. The woman before her was Bai Shuzhou, the protagonist of The Imperial Princess’s Rise to Power Manual, while Zhu Yu shared the same name as the novel’s villainous cannon fodder—Bai Shuzhou’s first, abusive Alpha wife.

Unlike typical Omegas who sought to please their partners, Bai Shuzhou refused to allow any Alpha to permanently mark her. She yearned for a soulmate connection, but the abusive Alpha’s tenderness and warmth were all a facade.

Born in the slums, the Alpha grew increasingly convinced that the princess looked down on her, fueling her resentment.

She listened to Bai Shuzhou’s deepest wounds only to crush the scabs, inflicting greater humiliation. After each act of violence, she feigned remorse, carving identical wounds on her own body, weeping and begging for forgiveness…

Finally, Bai Shuzhou reached her breaking point and filed for divorce. During the mandatory cooling-off period, the abusive Alpha suddenly pretended to have turned over a new leaf, proactively accompanying Bai Shuzhou on a consolation trip to the borderlands.

Unexpectedly, Bai Shuzhou’s heat cycle suddenly arrived. The pheromones of a top-tier Omega not only attracted Alphas but also drew the ravenous and ferocious Insectoids!

The scum Alpha deliberately pushed Bai Shuzhou beyond the defensive line, injuring her leg and fabricating a scenario where they were scattered by an Insectoid attack. In reality, she intended to seize the chaos to imprison Bai Shuzhou, permanently mark her, and force her into submission.

Right in front of Bai Shuzhou, she tossed the only Inhibitor out the window, grinning maliciously. “Beg me,” she taunted.

She wanted to crush Bai Shuzhou’s dignity, forcing her to yield in clear-headed despair, branding her soul with eternal shame. She wanted the proud and aloof Bai Shuzhou to grovel before her.

Scum! Bastard! You deserve to die a thousand times over!

After Bai Shuzhou seized power through her dark transformation, she ordered the scum Alpha’s limbs severed, flowers planted in the wounds, and the woman kept barely alive, forever suspended as a witness to the Empire’s glory.

At the time, Zhu Yu had even praised Bai Shuzhou for her ruthless efficiency. But now, upon opening her eyes, she had somehow become the very scum Alpha herself—the original, namesake villain?!

The vines tightly coiled around her arm were the materialized form of Bai Shuzhou’s Mental Power. Now limp and weak, Zhu Yu easily broke free with a slight tug, causing the woman to tremble violently, clamp her hand over her mouth, and cough violently.

“Your leg…” Zhu Yu reached out instinctively to check Bai Shuzhou’s injury, but her hand was violently swatted away. Tears streamed down Bai Shuzhou’s face as she snapped coldly, “Don’t touch me!”

Zhu Yu noticed Bai Shuzhou’s other hand was clenched tightly on her thigh, her nails digging into the flesh without her seeming to notice.

“If you don’t treat it immediately, your leg will be ruined!” Zhu Yu exclaimed.

Bai Shuzhou adored ballet. At a young age, she had already become a principal dancer, her legs being as vital to her as life itself.

“Isn’t that exactly what you want?” Bai Shuzhou glared at her coldly.

As the woman spoke, Zhu Yu’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to her parting lips, a dizzying sensation surging through the back of her neck.

The room was filled with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. The pheromones of an Omega in heat were fatally alluring to Alphas, their biological attraction overwhelming all restraint, like bees drawn irresistibly to a blooming flower.

It was an attraction rooted in primal instinct.

In an instant, Zhu Yu felt as if she had been set ablaze—consumed by impulse and heat. The Omega’s tears were like a refreshing spring, offering relief from the torment. She should kiss her, claim more…

The Alpha unconsciously leaned closer, the buttons on her military uniform glinting coldly as she loomed over the frail Omega like a mountain. No matter how Bai Shuzhou pushed and struggled, she couldn’t budge Zhu Yu even an inch.

Though Zhu Yu was merely a D-grade Alpha, considered inferior, she had clawed her way up from the slums of a remote star system, graduating with honors from the Royal Military Academy. Her physical prowess far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Bai Shuzhou closed her eyes in despair, uncontrollable gasps escaping her lips.

Her Mental Power level was SSS, yet she was utterly helpless against this inferior Alpha. Was this the fate of all Omegas?

Bai Shuzhou’s eyes darkened completely. She desperately tried to move her legs, but they were numb, devoid of even pain.

Mental Power vines gently coiled around Zhu Yu’s neck, hanging like a collar.

Suddenly, the weight on her lifted.

Bai Shuzhou raised her gaze, icy cold. Through tear-blurred vision, she saw the girl in the military uniform jerk back and slap herself.

Zhu Yu, her face flushed crimson, stammered, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

The scene was both hypocritical and absurd.

The pain should have jolted her back to her senses, but this time it had the opposite effect, intensifying the emotions surging within her chest. Like a deer thrashing through a mountain spring, her heart pounded wildly, trampling a carpet of sticky fallen petals in a frenzy of longing and shame.

She… she felt even more aroused now.

A feverish heat seemed to rampage through her body. Unable to meet Bai Shuzhou’s tear-filled eyes, Zhu Yu said in a trembling voice, “I’ll go get the Inhibitor. You’ll be safe soon!”

Though the outside world was ravaged by Insectoid warfare, with this fever burning within her, what couldn’t she do? Driven by impulse, she would charge out, retrieve the Inhibitor, and prevent things from spiraling further out of control!

Holding her breath, she opened the window and saw the silver-white Inhibitor lying on the ground, as if fate had finally granted her a reprieve.

Zhu Yu swiftly darted down.

But just as she picked up the Inhibitor, she heard a faint, bone-chilling hum.

As if trapped in a snare, her sixth sense screamed in alarm, every hair on her body standing on end. Something had been waiting for her all along.

The ground collapsed, the sand churning beneath her feet. Six crimson eyes, each the size of a palm, emerged from the soil and fixed their gaze on Zhu Yu before bursting forth from the earth.

Buzz—!

Zhu Yu had never seen such a massive insect. Over half a meter long, it resembled a pitch-black centipede, its countless arched legs scuttling across her foot.

She rolled violently to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. A sizzling sound came from where she had stood moments before, the ground already corroded by a viscous, phosphorescent green slime. Her legs buckled, nearly forcing her to her knees, but she clung desperately to the Inhibitor.

Transmigrating as a villainous cannon fodder was already hellish enough. Now this thing shows up? I’d rather face actual ghosts!

The insect stared at Zhu Yu, then lifted its gaze to the open window on the second floor.

She could have sworn she saw a smile on the creature’s face.

Thick saliva dripped onto the ground as the insect nimbly scaled the wall, its target clear: Bai Shuzhou.

Zhu Yu was too stunned to speak, her legs feeling like lead. A secret voice whispered mockingly in her mind: Run. If you escape now, none of this will concern you.

You were born into an ordinary, happy family, unremarkable and timid. The most daring thing you’d ever done was climb a tree to rescue a cat, only to find the cat sleeping belly-up. You fell and broke your arm, spending a month in a cast.

You were terrified of bugs, plagued by nightmares, and hated any challenge or difficulty. Kind-hearted, cowardly, and utterly incompetent.

You were no heroine; you could barely protect yourself.

Zhu Yu shook her head, her gaze fixed on the window. Her right hand trembled as it searched her waist, finally finding a short knife.

Damn it! Wasn’t the original owner of this body a soldier? Why isn’t there a gun on me?!

She’d always needed a long-handled fly swatter to kill even the smallest insects. Now, facing hand-to-hand combat with a short knife, what difference was there between this and suicide?

Oh, right. Suicide would be quicker.

Zhu Yu gripped the knife handle tightly.

This place was remote, situated between the Empire and the Federation. She glanced back—behind her lay only endless yellow sand, the distant rumble of artillery fire barely audible.

The second floor of the base was eerily silent. No wails, no screams; time seemed to have frozen.

Tough vines strained against the giant insect, creaking under its weight. The woman’s pale hands were clenched tight, her knees already pierced by the creature’s sharp legs.

The insect didn’t seem in a hurry to devour her. Its two antennae stood erect, waving like dancing limbs.

Faced with imminent danger, Bai Shuzhou’s expression remained calm. Her icy, pale blue eyes met the creature’s six eyes as she murmured, “Are you transmitting information?”

The Mental Power-formed vines had reached their limit, gradually becoming transparent with a faint, holy glow at their edges. The creature’s fangs sank deeper into her flesh.

A smile spread across the Insectoid’s pitch-black face, its six eyes narrowing as it nodded at Bai Shuzhou, a putrid stench washing over her.

“Die—!!!”

In that instant, the girl descended from above, her short blade flashing with a cold light as it pierced the Insectoid’s energy gland on its back, churning within.

Zhu Yu clearly felt the Insectoid’s carapace shatter beneath her hands—crack, crack—sticky yet hard. She didn’t let go.

Squelch.

With a swift turn of her cloak, the girl tightly embraced Bai Shuzhou, attempting to shield her from the corrosive spray with her slender body.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, unable to face death directly. The bravado she had mustered moments ago had completely drained away, leaving her fingertips numb as she held the woman like a fragile jade statue.

How long passed, she couldn’t tell. Eventually, Bai Shuzhou’s cold, suppressed breaths reached her from within the embrace.

“How long are you going to keep holding me?”