Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 1

The cool seawater crept up her toes, soaking the hem of her pants. The damp, loose fabric clung uncomfortably to her calves.

Song Yi felt nauseous. She bent over, retching dryly—her stomach was empty, not even bile came up.

Darkness enveloped her, with only the relentless howl of wind in her ears.

The waves grew higher. Though she could sense they were still some distance away, her feet moved uncontrollably forward as if she’d become a puppet, staggering recklessly toward the perilous depths.

How could she stop?

In the darkness, Song Yi’s breathing grew ragged, her throat constricted as if Death himself gripped it. Who could save her?

The scene before her blurred further, the abyssal darkness twisting into a strange vortex threatening to swallow her whole.

Whoosh—

A sudden gust whipped up a towering wave, engulfing the insignificant figure of Song Yi in the vast black sea.

……

It was a dream!

Song Yi woke drenched in sweat from the nightmare. It must’ve been influenced by that novel she read yesterday—The Scumbag Alpha Who Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em. The villainous Alpha shared her name, notorious to the extreme, so despicable even she, their namesake, couldn’t help cursing. No wonder she’d dreamed of it.

But why was she the one suffering?

Her head throbbed. As she instinctively tried to raise a hand to rub her temples, she realized—her arms wouldn’t budge.

Song Yi: ???

That uncontrollable sensation returned. This time, she was still moving relentlessly forward.

The path seemed to slope upward. Her legs lifted mechanically, agile as robotic limbs, while her arms cradled something—no, someone. Lightweight. The effort was negligible. She struggled to open her eyes, but her lids felt weighted down by industrial glue. Even straining only revealed hazy impressions.

Squinting, she barely discerned she was climbing stairs.

Her nose, however, was hyper-alert—crisp early-summer cherries, their sweetness cut through by the overpowering richness of red wine. She inhaled deeply, chasing that elusive cherry fragrance beneath the alcoholic dominance.

Threads of that saccharine aroma curled around her senses, sparking a long-forgotten joy.

Cherries were Song Yi’s favorite fruit. She could skip meals, but never cherries. She’d tasted every variety, always drawn to their subtle sweetness—yet this scent was different. Clearer. Sweeter. More fragrant. Perfectly calibrated to her preferences.

For the first time, she felt utterly intoxicated.

Her mechanical ascent halted abruptly. She set down the figure in her arms.

Through the haze, Song Yi realized where the cherry fragrance emanated from. Instinctively, she leaned down, lips seeking that source.

The closer she got, the more the sweetness intensified. Greedily, she traced her mouth over that tantalizing territory.

“Mmm…”

A kitten-soft whimper reached her ears, followed by small, warm fingers clutching her collar. A pinky strayed inward, brushing her sternum—leaving a raised red mark on pale skin that quickly beaded with bl00d.

The sharp yet fleeting pain jolted her to near clarity. Her eyes finally opened fully.

And then she froze.

She had someone pinned in the corner, her lips pressed to their nape. Recoiling instinctively, she fell backward onto the floor.

What kind of illegal, beastly act had she just been committing?

She wasn’t that scumbag Alpha Song Yi—how could she…

Wait, scumbag Alpha Song Yi!!!

Song Yi suddenly realized. She looked at the girl cowering in the corner, still hugging her knees and trembling, her face flushed, looking both pitiful and helpless.

“Zhou Zhou?” Song Yi spoke, only to find her voice unbearably hoarse.

Hearing her name called, the girl visibly stiffened. She lifted her head from her knees in confusion, looking at the kind stranger who had taken in a homeless, helpless omega.

She didn’t know this kind person’s name, only remembering how her gentle, smiling voice had made her feel safe—safe enough to want to rely on her during her first heat.

Indeed.

Song Yi averted her gaze from Zhou Zhou, swallowing hard several times, yet her mouth remained parched. Pressing her temples in frustration, she finally stood up.

She must have transmigrated into a novel. Right now, she needed water to calm down, then sit and analyze the situation carefully.

Suppressing her urges, she struggled to resist the temptation before her and moved to pour some water. Just as she pushed herself up from the floor, before she could take a step, her pant leg was tugged.

The grip was weak—Song Yi could easily break free from this mind-clouding situation with a slight pull—but she didn’t.

She looked down at the small hand clutching her pants.

The back of the hand and fingers were tinged a soft pink, the nails like delicate pieces of rose quartz.

“Please… mark me.” Zhou Zhou, deep in the throes of her heat, could barely speak.

Song Yi’s heart softened, making it impossible to leave.

“A… a temporary mark is enough.” Zhou Zhou pleaded desperately.

In that moment, Song Yi seemed to feel Zhou Zhou’s pain as her own. She crouched back down, one arm wrapping around Zhou Zhou’s slender shoulders while the other gently brushed aside the hair covering her nape, once again exposing the source of temptation—the omega gland emitting an intoxicating cherry sweetness that clouded her mind.

An omega in heat held an innate allure for alphas.

Song Yi found this attraction far more overwhelming than anything described in books—almost irresistible. Her lips parted slightly, ready to press against the gland. Just a temporary mark—it should be fine, she thought, her lips already making contact.

A temporary mark? That’s not enough.

A demonic voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

Listen to me—claim her completely. Make her your omega, yours alone.

Dazed for a moment, Song Yi’s fingers trailed downward. The omega curled in the corner, nestled against her, began to squirm uneasily.

What was she doing now?

Startled, Song Yi quickly released the frightened Zhou Zhou.

That voice just now—it belonged to the scumbag Alpha Song Yi.

How terrifying.

The instincts of that scumbag seemed ingrained in her bones. Trembling uncontrollably, Song Yi shook her head violently and clenched her fists to keep her hands from wandering toward Zhou Zhou.

Struggling against the sweet temptation, she forced herself to stand and turned her back to Zhou Zhou. “I’m sorry. I’ll get you some suppressants.”

This time, Zhou Zhou didn’t try to stop her like before, only hugging herself tightly in the corner.

Could she really trust this alpha who had brought her home?

Zhou Zhou’s sudden fear didn’t make Song Yi think too much about it. The most urgent matter now was to help Zhou Zhou through her heat. If she couldn’t control herself, the most reliable solution would be to find suppressants.

Song Yi opened the door to the adjacent room and began searching carefully. This was originally the room belonging to the scumbag Alpha Song Yi—her former self.

Memories of the entire room flooded into Song Yi’s mind like a rushing tide, followed by recollections of the whole house.

There were no suppressants in the room. None in the entire house either.

The reason this version of Song Yi was a scumbag Alpha was precisely because she never restrained her desires. She would never use such an upright method to help others, only taking advantage of people in vulnerable situations.

In the original story, the scumbag Alpha Song Yi had forcibly marked Zhou Zhou against her will, turning her into her Omega.

Song Yi clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, sweat beading on her forehead from anxiety.

The sweet cherry blossom scent belonging to Zhou Zhou permeated the room, spreading rapidly, and Song Yi soon found herself intoxicated by it.

That devilish voice surfaced in her mind again.

Take her. She was always meant to be your Omega.