Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 11

Song Yi only realized after speaking that Zhou Zhou’s face looked somewhat pale. She instinctively walked toward Zhou Zhou and asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell again?”

“No,” Zhou Zhou shook her head, unaware of how pale her lips had become from nervousness and embarrassment.

Song Yi stared at Zhou Zhou, then asked after some thought, “Are you hungry?”

She asked this because it had been quite some time since Zhou Zhou’s last meal—hunger would be normal.

“No,” Zhou Zhou denied again. Song Yi kept looking at her, but she offered no further explanation.

Song Yi gave her a reassuring smile, then lowered her head to look at her phone, ordering takeout while pondering what might be wrong with Zhou Zhou.

After finalizing the dinner order, she came to a conclusion: now that Zhou Zhou was fully sober and no longer influenced by the Heat period’s desperate urge to bond with an Alpha, she had to stay with an Alpha she had just met, barely knew, and whose character was uncertain. Naturally, an Omega who was much weaker in every aspect would feel afraid.

If Song Yi truly harbored any ill intentions, Zhou Zhou’s resistance would be futile—just releasing her pheromones would be enough to completely suppress Zhou Zhou.

Putting herself in Zhou Zhou’s shoes, she would be scared too.

Moreover, earlier, Song Yi had been in a state of obsession over the pheromones that spilled out when Zhou Zhou removed her barrier patch. After running wild outside for so long, she had no idea what kind of expression had been in her eyes when she spoke to Zhou Zhou just now.

If Zhou Zhou had seen the suppressed excitement in her gaze, she would probably be terrified by now.

Having thought this much, Song Yi suddenly didn’t know how to face Zhou Zhou. She didn’t dare look up, afraid that her unintentionally revealed desires might startle Zhou Zhou again, so she maintained her posture of staring at her phone.

She fixed her eyes on the delivery tracking, watching the distance gradually shrink, praying for the delivery rider and the villa’s robot to bring her order quickly.

Her current state was akin to self-deception. She could control her eyes not to look at Zhou Zhou, but her nose was honest and greedy, inhaling the fragrance unique to the Omega that filled the room—the scent of her favorite fruit.

To restrain herself, she had specifically ordered a large portion of cherries from the fruit shop, hoping that indulging in them would curb this uncontrollable craving for Zhou Zhou.

The wait felt like an eternity. Song Yi stood motionless, as if in deep meditation. Zhou Zhou observed her for a while and noticed that Miss Song hadn’t gone to shower or even spoken to her for so long, nor had she glanced up at her.

Was she thinking about something important?

Zhou Zhou didn’t dare disturb her but was worried that Miss Song might catch a cold if she didn’t wash up soon after being out in the rain. So, she took the initiative, walking into the bathroom and fetching a pure white towel, which she handed to Miss Song.

Song Yi was momentarily stunned. Taking the dry towel, she looked up and smiled, “Thank you.”

She immediately fell silent afterward. She felt so thirsty, especially seeing Zhou Zhou in that deep black V-neck nightgown, the thin straps resting on her fair, angular shoulders. Lower, her collarbones were even more beautiful, and further down…

She couldn’t let her gaze wander any further.

Song Yi quickly averted her gaze, and Zhou Zhou raised her hand to cover her chest at the same moment. She had lowered her arms earlier when returning to the bathroom for a towel, thinking Miss Song wouldn’t look at her anyway.

But that brief glance just now…

Miss Song had looked over, though she swiftly turned away.

What was she even covering for? Miss Song wouldn’t spare her a second glance.

Zhou Zhou curled her lips in a self-deprecating smile and finally let her arms drop.

She knew she was pretty. Because of her looks, she had received preferential treatment before, but more often than not, it brought her exclusion and harm. Back in the orphanage, volunteers distributing dolls during charity events would notice her first. In school, the troublemakers who liked bullying girls and lifting skirts would target her first. Even the reckless delinquents who cared for nothing, but puppy love would fixate on her. If not for the teachers keeping order, she might not have remained the person she was now.

After graduating high school, stepping out of the sheltered school environment, she had braced herself for the dangers she might face. Those Alphas were ruthless—they wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted. If Miss Song hadn’t appeared in time, she would have been brutally violated by them.

Miss Song had driven those Alphas away, taken her home, given her a temporary mark, and even arranged for her to see a doctor. They were just strangers passing by, yet Miss Song had gone this far for her—it was already more kindness than she could have hoped for.

She had never received such concentrated goodwill in such a short time. The terrifying part was that she had actually suspected her benefactor of harboring such filthy thoughts. Someone like Miss Song must have seen countless beautiful girls—how could someone like her ever catch her eye? It was already a miracle Miss Song wasn’t worried she’d try to cling to her.

How could she have entertained such thoughts about someone who had helped her so much? Zhou Zhou suddenly felt deeply ashamed.

Song Yi resorted to the brutal method of drawing bl00d again, biting her tongue to force herself to stay clear-headed.

She was a human being, with her own thoughts and will. Even in this ABO world, she couldn’t let pheromones excessively influence—much less control—her, leading her to do things she’d regret or that would hurt others.

Her frequently bitten tongue lay limp in her mouth, nearly immobile. Parched, Song Yi finally moistened her mouth with bl00d—the unbearable pain once again overpowering the inexplicable surge of desire.

Lowering her head, Song Yi laughed bitterly in relief. At least Alphas, for all their strength, weren’t pain proof fortresses.

Finally, her phone rang. Struggling to speak, Song Yi said, “I’ll go down to get our dinner. Zhou Zhou, you—”

Before she could finish, the robot system automatically chimed in with a voice: “Master, your items have arrived. Please open the door to let me in.”

It was an unexpectedly cute, loli-like voice. Song Yi shuddered involuntarily and glanced awkwardly at Zhou Zhou. “How about we go down together? The robot brought your shoes too.”

Zhou Zhou nodded and followed Song Yi downstairs, wondering—did Miss Song like that kind of cute voice?

Once they retrieved the takeout and the box containing barrier patches and Inhibitors, Song Yi finally relaxed completely. She eagerly grabbed an Inhibitor and injected herself without hesitation—better to suppress any lingering inappropriate thoughts before the pain in her tongue faded and temptation resurfaced.

Zhou Zhou looked at her in confusion as she tossed the used Inhibitor into the designated trash bin, then happily met Zhou Zhou’s eyes. “Leave your shoes by the entryway. Let’s have dinner first.”

Suppressing her pain with a bright smile, she carried the takeout to a long rectangular table in the center of the living room. Finding it too large for just the two of them, she moved the food to a small coffee table between the sofas. The dishes and fruits fit perfectly on its surface.

Song Yi gestured for Zhou Zhou to sit first while she went to wash the fruits in the kitchen. She had bought cherries for herself but, unsure of Zhou Zhou’s preferences, had also picked up grapes and peaches. She washed a portion of each.

When she returned with the cleaned fruits, Zhou Zhou was sitting primly on the sofa waiting—the very picture of a well-behaved student.

Song Yi, having adjusted well here, plopped casually onto the carpet and motioned for Zhou Zhou to join her. The low coffee table made eating from the sofa inconvenient, but the clean carpet was perfect for sitting.

Soon, Zhou Zhou sat cross-legged opposite her on the carpet.

“Don’t be shy, help yourself,” Song Yi said, placing the grapes and peaches on the table while keeping the box of cherries in her lap. She popped one into her mouth, savoring it despite her still-stinging tongue.

Zhou Zhou didn’t touch the food, just stared blankly at her.

“I’ll snack on some fruit first. You go ahead,” Song Yi said with a smile.

After a moment, she noticed Zhou Zhou glancing at her repeatedly. Thinking Zhou Zhou might want cherries too; she offered the box.

Zhou Zhou didn’t take any, just gazed at the cherries in confusion.

Meeting Zhou Zhou’s bewildered look, Song Yi suddenly realized something was off.

Eating cherries in front of Zhou Zhou… it might have seemed like she was hinting at something.