Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 12

After realizing her mistake, Song Yi wished she could slap her oblivious self. Zhou Zhou’s pheromones were cherry-scented, yet she had been eating cherries right in front of her, indulging without a shred of elegance.

Given Zhou Zhou’s current situation, she must feel incredibly insecure, viewing Song Yi as a potential predator ready to devour her at any moment.

Song Yi, oh Song Yi, how could you mess up so easily?

Regret came too late. Song Yi could only maintain her composure, keeping her hand extended to offer Zhou Zhou the cherries. She counted down in her heart—if Zhou Zhou didn’t take them in five seconds, she’d withdraw and store them in the fridge.

Five, four, three…

Suddenly, Zhou Zhou reached into the transparent box and politely picked up two cherries. “Thank you, Miss Song.”

Song Yi’s heart pounded like a drum. “You’re welcome,” she replied with a smile.

“Do you like cherries, Miss Song?”

Zhou Zhou lowered her gaze to the two plump, deep-red cherries in her palm, her fingertips lightly brushing the green stems still attached.

Song Yi was relieved Zhou Zhou wasn’t looking at her. Awkwardly, she retracted her hand and quickly flexed her facial muscles.

“Yes, I’ve loved cherries since I was little.”

After speaking, Song Yi stood up to put the cherries in the fridge. When she returned, guilt still gnawed at her, so she apologized sincerely. “I’m sorry. I forgot your pheromones are cherry-scented just now. That was inconsiderate of me.”

“It’s fine.” Zhou Zhou exhaled in relief.

She thought back to how Miss Song had noticed her trapped in that deserted corner—perhaps it was because she had caught the scent of something she liked.

Neither spoke further, each lost in their own thoughts as they finished dinner.

After tidying up, Song Yi invited Zhou Zhou upstairs to rest. She let Zhou Zhou freshen up first while she waited, still without having taken a shower.

When Zhou Zhou emerged from the bathroom, Song Yi gestured casually toward the spacious bed. “Zhou Zhou, you can go ahead and sleep.”

Zhou Zhou nodded and walked toward the bed.

It was enormous—several times larger than any bed Zhou Zhou had slept in before. The soft mattress was covered with sheets, a duvet, and pillows embroidered with vivid red roses, almost excessively striking.

As Zhou Zhou examined the bedding, Song Yi watched her. Zhou Zhou had changed into that black spaghetti-strap nightgown after her shower, though Song Yi had restrained herself from looking at her earlier. Now, observing Zhou Zhou’s back, she only wanted to confirm that Zhou Zhou had settled into bed.

But she hadn’t expected the nightgown to reveal such a sight—the back was nearly bare, veiled only by sheer black lace. Through the hazy fabric, Song Yi caught a glimpse of a pair of exquisite shoulder blades, and her breath hitched slightly.

Almost the moment Zhou Zhou turned to climb into bed, Song Yi retreated into the bathroom.

She skipped the bathtub and went straight for the shower, hoping to wash away all inappropriate thoughts—whether they should exist or not.

Hot water cascaded over her head as Song Yi squeezed shampoo into her palm, massaging it into her hair while pondering: Would she always be this affected by pheromones from now on?

As an Alpha, was she susceptible to desire from any Omega’s pheromones… or was it only because the other person was Zhou Zhou?

Song Yi didn’t dare jump to conclusions. She simply quickened her pace.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhou lay in bed, pulling the covers tightly over herself.

Tonight… was she really going to share a bed with Miss Song?

The doctor surnamed Ding who visited her during the day suggested that she and Miss Song should stay together these few days, but she wasn’t sure whether “stay together” meant being in the same house or the same room.

Just as Zhou Zhou was tangled in her thoughts, the bathroom door opened.

Song Yi peeked out with half her face showing, looking slightly awkward as she said, “Zhou Zhou, I think I forgot to bring my nightgown. Could you grab any one for me?”

“Sure.” Zhou Zhou immediately agreed, throwing off the blanket and getting out of bed. “What color would you like, Miss Song?”

Song Yi didn’t even think before answering almost reflexively, “Black.”

Zhou Zhou paused for a moment, then quickly opened the wardrobe. Her gaze swept over the contents—there was more than one black nightgown inside, likely because Miss Song simply preferred black.

She shouldn’t be overthinking this.

Zhou Zhou randomly picked out a black nightgown and only realized when she handed it to Miss Song at the bathroom door that it seemed to be the same style as the one she was wearing.

Song Yi didn’t notice anything unusual and simply smiled, saying, “Thanks,” before closing the door again.

Zhou Zhou’s face warmed, and she hurried back to bed as if startled, pulling the blanket over herself.

By the time Song Yi stepped out of the bathroom, she was surprised to find Zhou Zhou already lying with her eyes closed.

Her hair was still wet, so she silently grabbed a dry towel and stood to the side, patting the moisture from her locks while studying Zhou Zhou’s face thoughtfully.

She fell asleep so quickly—wasn’t Zhou Zhou afraid of her?

Song Yi sighed inwardly, leisurely sitting on the edge of the bed as she waited for her hair to dry naturally, one leg crossed while she scrolled through her phone.

Only a few days had passed since the college entrance exams, and there was still a long way to go before results were released and applications were submitted. Zhou Zhou would probably stay with her for just a few more days before leaving. But unless she saw Zhou Zhou fill out her applications according to her own wishes and receive the admission notice, Song Yi likely wouldn’t be able to fully relax.

Back when she was reading the novel This Scumbag Alpha Always Love “Em and Leave “Em, she couldn’t stand how Zhou Zhou was deceived by the original scumbag Alpha. Like many other readers, she had passionately commented: Zhou Zhou, don’t fall for that scumbag Alpha’s tricks—I’ll protect you, sis!!!

It was just impulsive venting at the time. Song Yi never expected that when she recalled this again, she would have already transmigrated into the book and ended up by Zhou Zhou’s side.

She hadn’t completely marked Zhou Zhou as per the original plot. Once Zhou Zhou’s heat period passed, she would leave. Whether the subsequent storyline would be completely overturned, she couldn’t say for sure.

One thing she was worried about: Would those Alphas from before come looking for Zhou Zhou again?

What else could she do for Zhou Zhou?

Song Yi’s hair wasn’t very long. After patting it dry with the towel, the damp strands draped over her towel-covered shoulders, droplets gathering at the ends before falling.

At that moment, Zhou Zhou opened her eyes and watched silently.

Was Miss Song not using the hairdryer because she was afraid of waking her?

What was Miss Song thinking about?

Lost in her thoughts about the future, Song Yi didn’t notice that Zhou Zhou, lying on the bed, had already opened her eyes and had been watching her the whole time.

Only when she caught the sweet scent of cherries drifting toward her did she swallow a few times and finally turn her head.

“Can’t sleep well here?”

Zhou Zhou didn’t expect to be caught and blinked her sparkling eyes sheepishly. “Miss Song, you should dry your hair properly first.”

“Alright.” Song Yi pressed her lips into a faint smile. Most of the worries weighing on her mind earlier had dissipated the moment she smelled that sweet cherry fragrance—though now, her heart felt a little itchy.

She stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed to dry her hair with the hairdryer, her back turned to Zhou Zhou.

By the time she finished and turned around, she found Zhou Zhou still watching her, those clear eyes revealing a faint longing.

Perhaps under the physiological influence of pheromones, Zhou Zhou shared a similar desire.

Song Yi turned off the crystal chandelier overhead, leaving only the bedside lamp glowing warmly. With a soft laugh, she said, “Wait for me a moment.”

Zhou Zhou nodded lightly, unsure of what she was about to do.

Song Yi crouched down, curling up at the foot of the bed, acting mysteriously.

In a place where Zhou Zhou couldn’t see, she mercilessly injected herself with two doses of Inhibitor.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she climbed into bed and lay down, slowly allowing her pheromones to seep out.

The scent of red wine pheromones spread through the quiet night, intertwining with the sweet aroma of cherries.

Song Yi turned her head to look at Zhou Zhou, the corner of her lips curving slightly. “Goodnight.”

“…Goodnight.”

Lulled by the red wine pheromones, Zhou Zhou drifted into a peaceful sleep. What she didn’t know was that in the middle of the night, Song Yi, restless and itching with desire, quietly got up to inject herself with another dose of Inhibitor.

She was a little disgusted with her own Alpha body. Did all Alphas get carried away with fantasies as easily as she did?

After tossing and turning most of the night, Song Yi finally fell asleep.

The next day, she slept until the sun was high in the sky. Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, she noticed her sleeping posture had been oddly alluring, but she paid it no mind.

Seeing no one beside her, she jolted awake.

Where was Zhou Zhou?