Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 3

Song Yi only realized how embarrassing her words were after saying them. She withdrew her hand and toned down the intensity of her gaze on Zhou Zhou.

She needed to give Zhou Zhou enough time to think it over, to decide for herself whether she could truly trust her.

To be honest, when Zhou Zhou said, “I believe you,” it had startled Song Yi immensely.

In that moment, whether from shock or not, her heart had raced uncontrollably.

Song Yi had been born into a wealthy family, but that world grew more cutthroat by the day. Even with her privileged upbringing, she’d been forced into constant competition. The school environment had been relatively simple, but taking over the family business was another matter entirely—especially after her parents passed away one after another. The family members and board directors were all wolves in sheep’s clothing. It was safe to say that apart from her parents, Song Yi had never truly trusted anyone.

Such precious trust—and yet, on her very first day transmigrating into this novel, she’d obtained it effortlessly from a mere fictional character, a delicate omega who could be bullied and harmed by her at any moment.

Her feelings about this were undeniably complicated.

The pain in her wrists and ankles snapped Song Yi out of her thoughts.

“Ah—”

She hissed in pain, her long, sharp eyebrows knitting together.

That scumbag Alpha Song Yi was truly inhuman! The transmigrated Song Yi cursed inwardly at the inexplicable bl00d seeping from her wrists and ankles.

Somehow, the handcuffs and shackles—which hadn’t been pressing tightly against her skin and had some wiggle room—had extended black spikes that pierced her flesh.

Having harmed herself several times before, Song Yi had grown somewhat numb to pain. But she never expected the original scumbag Alpha Song Yi to be this twisted.

It was horrifying to imagine what these devices would do to a fragile omega.

Zhou Zhou was frightened too. She had initially intended to step forward and accept the kind Alpha’s temporary mark, but then she suddenly saw the Alpha bleeding.

As if sensing danger, she froze.

The room was far more spacious than Zhou Zhou had imagined. The floor-to-ceiling window resembled a transparent white wall—upon closer inspection, curtains had been drawn, but they were completely sheer, allowing glaring light to flood in. Logically, this should have felt bright and safe.

But what Zhou Zhou felt more strongly was an eerie, sinister atmosphere.

Perhaps it was the wall behind the Alpha, hung with dangerous tools, that created this vibe, Zhou Zhou thought.

Not just that—the bookshelf nearby, the circular waterbed in the center of the room, the desk by the window, and the red silk ribbons dangling in the corner all seemed to exude a hint of strangeness.

Right now, to Zhou Zhou, the most normal and gentle thing in the room was the Alpha restrained by handcuffs and shackles.

The Alpha before her leaned against the bookshelf, head slightly lowered. The white light from the window fell on half of her profile, giving her a sharp, resolute kind of beauty.

Most importantly, apart from that near loss of control earlier, the Alpha hadn’t forced her at all. Instead, she’d been gentle and patient.

Unlike those malicious Alphas who only wanted to take her roughly.

Zhou Zhou took a deep breath, clenched her fingers, and mustered the courage to approach this kind Alpha. She found clean tissues in her pocket and pressed them to the Alpha’s wounds to stop the bleeding.

There was no way Song Yi wouldn’t notice Zhou Zhou’s actions.

She could clearly sense that Zhou Zhou had now completely let her guard down, allowing her pheromones to spread freely without any attempt to conceal them.

The early summer ripe cherries seemed to have grown even more mature, their sweet fragrance lingering in the air. Song Yi felt as though she had stepped into paradise, yet she dared not indulge too recklessly. She allowed herself only a brief moment of indulgence, letting her scent glands release a bit more of the distinctive red wine pheromones unique to a powerful Alpha—just enough to envelop the cherry pheromones and prevent them from escaping the confines of the house—before reining it all back in.

“Zhou Zhou…”

Song Yi’s voice carried a tenderness she herself hadn’t noticed. With her free hand, she pulled the beautiful Omega, who was still crouched before her gently tending to her wounds, into her embrace.

Zhou Zhou stiffened, not daring to move, but she was willing to trust the Alpha before her.

She didn’t know who her parents were. From the moment she could remember, she had been in an orphanage, growing up in welfare care and attending ordinary schools like any other child. The concept of bonding during Heat periods had been vaguely explained by her biology teacher in middle school. Some of her classmates had presented early, even as early as middle school, but Zhou Zhou had been late—only presenting as an Omega after her college entrance exams.

Long before her presentation, her striking beauty had already drawn the attention of several Alphas. They had openly declared, “Zhou Zhou, whether you present as an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, you won’t escape our grasp.”

Not long after presenting as an Omega, Zhou Zhou was cornered in an alley and doused with a large amount of ripening agent.

Ripening agents were originally meant to aid those with abnormal growth and development, but the Alphas who trapped her against the wall had shamelessly used this as an excuse. They claimed that since she had started school late and was nearly nineteen by the time she graduated high school, if her Heat suddenly struck in college, she would be helpless and in danger.

The last coherent thought Zhou Zhou had before lost consciousness was: These Alphas are the greatest danger I’ll ever face.

The world was cruel. Beauty without protection was a magnet for sin. She assumed they were only interested in her face.

Trembling, she clutched a rusted pencil sharpener’s knife, her only thought being to slash her own face.

One of the male Alphas took a step back, sneering. “Zhou Zhou, you don’t actually think a little knife like that can handle all of us, do you?”

Of course, Zhou Zhou knew it couldn’t. She just wanted to ruin this pretty face—then these Alphas would lose interest in her.

“What are you doing?”

A sharp command froze Zhou Zhou’s hand mid-motion and sent the Alphas scattering, their expressions shifting dramatically.

“Song—Miss Song! Good to see you!” The lead male Alpha’s voice suddenly turned fearful and ingratiating, while the others shrank back, too afraid to speak.

The newcomer was none other than the renowned Song Yi—a top-tier Alpha, born into privilege, with abilities and resources that far surpassed anything they could ever hope to challenge.

“Get out of here, all of you!”

Zhou Zhou’s consciousness was already hazy, but her right hand still clutched the rusted knife, pressing it against her beautiful face.

Had someone come to save her?

She looked up, straining to see through her blurred vision. All she could make out was a tall, straight figure approaching and slowly crouching before her.

“Beauty is not a crime,” the person said gently.

Zhou Zhou didn’t realize that what this person truly thought was: Beauty is not a crime, but possessing it is.

She only saw her as a kind-hearted savior.

The rusted little knife was taken away by the scumbag Alpha Song Yi and casually discarded in a corner. She effortlessly picked up Zhou Zhou and said, “I’ll take you home.”

Zhou Zhou, dazed and lethargic, didn’t resist, allowing the “kind-hearted Alpha” scumbag Song Yi to carry her home.

At the moment, Zhou Zhou felt the Alpha seemed gentler than before.

Unaware that it was actually a different person now.

Song Yi gently brushed aside the smooth black hair covering Zhou Zhou’s neck, her fingertips slowly caressing the gland on the back of Zhou Zhou’s fair, delicate skin. It was as soft as jelly, tinged with a faint cherry-red hue, as if the slightest pressure might harm the fragile Omega.

Zhou Zhou trembled slightly and nervously glanced toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

There were no adjacent buildings outside, but a hovercraft paused mid-air. The windows and curtains were transparent, and it was unclear whether the people inside the hovercraft were observing the intimate scene in the room.

Zhou Zhou’s heart raced. Just as she was about to ask the Alpha, cool lips pressed against the back of her neck.

“Zhou Zhou, I’m Song Yi.”

In her last moment of clarity before succumbing to passion, the infatuated Song Yi managed to introduce herself in a husky voice—at least letting Zhou Zhou know who was giving her the temporary mark.

Her teeth carefully pierced the gland on the back of Zhou Zhou’s neck. The overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume Song Yi as she finally injected her pheromones—rich red wine enveloping ripe cherries, blending into a complex, intoxicating fragrance.

Zhou Zhou went limp, collapsing into Song Yi’s arms, completely forgetting what she had meant to ask earlier. Her pink fingertips clutched the Alpha’s silky shirt sleeve like a kitten’s paws, and the transparent curtains seemed to take on color, swaying gently in her vision.

Song Yi.

So, this gentle Alpha was called Song Yi.