Transmigrated Into a Heartless Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 4

When the gland was pierced by the Alpha’s canine teeth, Zhou Zhou felt a slight pain, as if a nerve in her brain had been gently tugged. Her body instinctively curled deeper into the Alpha’s embrace. Her eyes fluttered rapidly with fear of the unknown, long lashes trembling like the wings of a startled, beautiful butterfly.

Fortunately, the pain lasted only a moment. What followed was an utterly unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation.

It was as if she were submerged in a warm ocean of red wine—infinitely gentle liquid enveloping and buoying her up. Even without knowing how to swim, she wouldn’t sink. She could relax completely, surrendering to this divinely bestowed moment of tranquil bliss.

Her eyes closed in comfort, damp black lashes glistening under the brilliant white light streaming through the window, their sparkle mirroring the cold gleam of the silver shackles restraining the Alpha.

“Click—”

With a crisp sound, the handcuffs and ankle restraints automatically unlocked.

Song Yi snapped out of her near-euphoric haze, reluctantly pulling her lips away from the Omega’s enticing gland.

Well, damn. These things are smart.

Song Yi glanced down at her bruised wrists and ankles.

She had to admit—the original scumbag Alpha Song Yi really knew how to play, and was far more twisted than she’d ever imagined.

The Temporary Mark was complete. Song Yi licked her lips, tasting not only the Omega’s pheromones but also a new, blended flavor—her own red wine essence mingling with Zhou Zhou’s, creating a sweet, intoxicating aroma, richer than grapes, more potent than cherries, carrying a hint of tipsy warmth.

Seemed like the Temporary Mark had succeeded.

Song Yi exhaled in relief, finally daring to look at the Omega in her arms.

“Zhou Zhou, are you… okay?”

Their current position was undeniably intimate. Song Yi’s mind flashed back to the moment before the marking, when she’d pulled Zhou Zhou into her embrace.

Zhou Zhou now rested against her chest, head tilted slightly to the right, unresponsive—as if she’d fainted. With just a downward glance, Song Yi could see the alluring gland on the back of her neck.

The Omega’s punctured gland was already healing. Song Yi averted her gaze quickly.

What now?

Still dazed from the floating euphoria, Song Yi felt lost.

She’d only read one ABO novel—This Scumbag Alpha Always Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em—before transmigrating here. Her knowledge of the ABO world was limited, and she’d skimmed through many parts, especially the scenes where the original scumbag Alpha Song Yi manipulated and coerced Omegas into submission. As a result, this world felt utterly alien, even as fragmented memories of the original Song Yi’s life surfaced in her mind.

Leaning against a massive bookshelf, Song Yi waited quietly for the memories to fully integrate.

Finally, she had them all—every last one of the scumbag Alpha’s memories. She braced herself defensively, but the original’s consciousness didn’t resurface.

Had she driven it away?

Song Yi was puzzled, but then again, if transmigrating into a novel was possible, anything else was fair game.

She exhaled slowly and looked down at the Omega nestled against her.

Her gaze landed first on Zhou Zhou’s fair, slightly flushed neck. Only then did Song Yi realize their bodies were pressed flush together—chest to back.

Her heart suddenly raced like a wild thing.

Song Yi: ???

Although transmigrating into a novel was a major event, with her heart racing uncontrollably, Song Yi suspected there might be something wrong with this body’s heart and decided to get it checked at a hospital here when she had the chance.

For now, she had succeeded in the first step—preventing the scumbag Alpha Song Yi from completely marking Zhou Zhou.

Next… she needed to take care of Zhou Zhou and help her safely get through this heat period.

Having made a clear plan, Song Yi began to act.

She tentatively reached out to pick Zhou Zhou up, but in her sober state, she had never been this intimate with a girl before.

She simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Song Yi stared at her own hands, feeling that even touching Zhou Zhou would be an offense to her.

Even though she had done far more intimate things not long ago.

But that had been under the influence of pheromones—she hadn’t meant to. She was only helping Zhou Zhou, Song Yi consoled herself.

She remained stuck in hesitation for a long while.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhou began to tilt to the side, and Song Yi quickly steadied her.

Since… she was already touching her, Song Yi stopped hesitating.

This time, Song Yi picked Zhou Zhou up while fully conscious. Her legs were slightly numb from sitting too long in one position, but she held Zhou Zhou steadily.

She’s so light—does she not eat?

The thought crossed her mind, and Song Yi suddenly remembered what the novel had mentioned.

Before her biological parents found her, Zhou Zhou had lived a hard life. Though she was an outstanding student and received limited financial aid from kind-hearted sponsors, she spent most of her time studying, determined to get into a good university, secure a good job, and become strong and capable. As a result, she often neglected meals, surviving mostly on bread.

But… Song Yi glanced down. Aside from being light, Zhou Zhou showed no signs of malnutrition in her physique or overall condition.

If Zhou Zhou had looked a little less healthy or a little less beautiful, she might not have been targeted by those with ill intentions. But the character of Zhou Zhou was written to suffer precisely because of her unprotected beauty.

When Song Yi had read the novel This Scumbag Alpha Always Plays and Abandons, what she found most unjust was that Zhou Zhou was not only coveted for her beauty but also imprisoned because of it. After completely marking Zhou Zhou, the scumbag Alpha Song Yi didn’t abandon her immediately but tampered with her college application system, ensuring Zhou Zhou wasn’t accepted by any university. She then deceived Zhou Zhou, confining her to this house with lies like, “You don’t need college—I’ll love you forever.”

Having grown up without anyone to rely on, Zhou Zhou couldn’t resist such manipulation.

Song Yi vowed that now that she was here, she would never do such a thing. Zhou Zhou deserved her own world, not to be caged like a bird, played with, and then discarded with broken wings.

The room belonging to the scumbag Alpha Song Yi disgusted her. Without hesitation, she carried Zhou Zhou out and followed the winding staircase to the upper floor. Her mind now held memories of this house—the rooms upstairs hadn’t been used yet and should be cleaner, likely free of any disturbing items.

Halfway up the stairs, Zhou Zhou stirred in her arms. Song Yi looked down and saw Zhou Zhou’s delicate brows furrowed, wondering if her poor carrying technique was making Zhou Zhou uncomfortable.

She adjusted slightly, but Zhou Zhou still looked uncomfortable. Out of options, she quickened her pace, went upstairs, and entered the room closest to the staircase.

This room appeared much more normal—a wardrobe, a dressing table, a large two-meter-wide bed, with a bathroom on the inner side.

Song Yi walked into the room. It was regularly cleaned, with the window screen open, allowing fresh air to circulate. Every surface within reach was practically spotless. Song Yi pulled back the blanket and gently placed Zhou Zhou on the bed, covering her.

Zhou Zhou still frowned tightly, eyes closed, her face full of unease.

After some thought, Song Yi could only think of one possibility: Zhou Zhou was still in her heat period. Although she had already provided a temporary mark, Zhou Zhou still needed the comfort and presence of an Alpha.

Song Yi hesitated; afraid she might not strike the right balance and end up making things worse for the Omega.

Moreover, she felt somewhat uneasy about it. To her, pheromones were like sexual hormones—something meant to be released for a committed partner. Having never been in a relationship, Song Yi felt that releasing pheromones for an Omega who had just been temporarily marked and was still weak seemed almost like taking advantage.

But it seemed this “advantage” had to be taken. The Omega on the bed grew even more restless, trembling in fear as if trapped in a nightmare.

In the end, Song Yi couldn’t bear to watch. She knelt by the bed, one knee on the floor, leaning as close to Zhou Zhou as possible without touching her.

Screw it.

Song Yi decided to see this good deed through to the end—go all the way.

After all, she was just a lone wolf doing a good deed. There wasn’t any deeper meaning to it.

Convincing herself, she began releasing pheromones. A slightly rich, wine-like scent spread through the room, soothing the distressed Zhou Zhou on the bed.

Sure enough, Zhou Zhou gradually calmed down.

Song Yi sighed in relief, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

The next moment, flashing multicolored lights flickered above them, instantly turning the proper room into a midnight dance club. Song Yi stood up, bent over, one hand bracing against the bed and the other covering Zhou Zhou’s eyes, before looking up at the ceiling.

The once plain white wall had somehow transformed into a mirror, the lights emanating from within.

Annoyed, Song Yi rolled her eyes at the mirror.

Trash Alpha Song Yi really wasn’t a decent person!