After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 1

SY International Hotel – Presidential Suite

The lights were dim, and the air was saturated with an intoxicating fragrance.

Ning Xuan felt a wave of discomfort under the stimulus of that scent. It was as if a tiny flame had been lit inside her, and the fragrance only fanned it into a fiercer blaze.

Suddenly, a pair of soft, delicate hands slid across her waist, gliding like a fish in water.

Her breath hitched. Huh? Am I… having a spring dream in broad daylight?

Struggling to open her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar yet lavish room. The snow-white walls were adorned with impressionist paintings of sunsets, lending the space an air of serene elegance.

Where is this?

Wasn’t she just napping in her university dorm room?

She was just an ordinary college student—how could she possibly be in a place like this?

Before she could piece things together, a soft, trembling voice whispered by her ear:

“Ning Xuan, mark me… please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

Her body froze. She turned her head—and the sight nearly made her soul leave her body.

Right beside her was a stunning, unfamiliar woman. Her face was flushed, eyes hazy with desire. She was wrapped in nothing but a white hotel towel, her curvaceous figure twisting restlessly, leaving little to the imagination.

“Ning Xuan~ I need you~”

The woman’s voice was a delicate whimper as her hand reached out to touch her.

Holy crap!

Ning Xuan nearly leapt out of bed on reflex. But the moment her feet touched the floor, dizziness hit her like a tidal wave.

It took several seconds for her to realize what had happened: she had transmigrated—into the very novel her roommate had recommended to her before she fell asleep! And worse still, into the body of the same-name scumbag Alpha character: Ning Xuan.

In the book, Scumbag Alpha Ning Xuan was nothing more than the cannon-fodder ex-wife of the heroine, Yu Yazhi.

She came from humble beginnings, vain and materialistic. By relying on her beauty and glib tongue, she managed to snare a wealthy Oga heiress—none other than Yu Yazhi.

Yu Yazhi appeared to be delicate and frail, but in truth, she was hiding her strength, biding her time to compete for her family’s inheritance. To avoid being used as a pawn in political marriages, she feigned a lovestruck persona, staging dramatic breakdowns and hunger strikes until she finally secured marriage with Ning Xuan.

But Ning Xuan had no idea how deep Yu Yazhi’s scheming ran. Once she married into the Yu family, she quickly exploited its resources to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry. Soon enough, she was surrounded by flocks of admirers, revealing her true nature—flirtatious and unfaithful.

After marriage, Yu Yazhi dropped the “love-brain” act and focused entirely on the inheritance battle. She turned a blind eye to Ning Xuan’s debauchery, planning to divorce her once her position in the family was secure.

But Ning Xuan truly lived up to her “scumbag” reputation. Vain and foolish, she fell for her lover’s manipulation and actually plotted to seize Yu Yazhi’s assets—scheming to drive her mad and have her locked up in a psychiatric ward.

Of course, under the heroine’s plot armor, that plan backfired spectacularly. Ning Xuan met a miserable end: her glands were forcibly removed, she was thrown into a mental hospital, and reduced to a plaything for both patients and doctors, living a life worse than death.

Recalling this tragic fate, Ning Xuan instinctively reached for her neck, shuddering at the thought of her own glands being ripped out. Why is it that everyone else who transmigrates gets to punch scheming bitches and kick villains—while I end up as cannon fodder?

No. Before she was reduced to ashes, she had to protect her life at all costs!

And the first step was to steer clear of all these messy women, shed the “scumbag Alpha” label, and focus on making money and building her career.

Once Yu Yazhi secured her inheritance and no longer needed her, they could part ways peacefully. She could then live freely and beautifully on her own.

As for going back to her original world?

She was an orphan with nothing to hold her there. Better to make use of her new identity and gamble on a future in the entertainment industry.

“Ning Xuan~”

The woman on the bed whimpered again, her voice sultry and pleading.

The already thick air grew even more saturated with pheromones.

The woman—clearly trying to seduce Ning Xuan—had deliberately released more of her scent.

If it was the original scumbag Ning Xuan, she would have lost all control by now.

But Ning Xuan was different. The pheromones only made her heart itch faintly, like countless feathers brushing over her insides. Uncomfortable, yes—but her reason was still intact.

After all, a fleeting mark may bring a moment’s pleasure, but in the end, both the glands and the person would be destroyed.

Suppressing the restless heat in her body, she dredged up the original owner’s memories. The woman on the bed was Bai Meng, a rising star in the entertainment industry. She and the original Ning Xuan were currently recording a talent show together as mentors. Neither of them was particularly “proper,” which had led to this situation.

Thankfully, things hadn’t yet reached the point of no return.

But the pheromone saturation in the room only continued to climb.

Ning Xuan’s glands were heating up, her neck tingling as if awakening.

But she had no intention of getting involved with Bai Meng. Clenching her teeth, she staggered to the window, forcing it open.

A rush of fresh air swept in.

Her pale, slender fingers gripped the window frame as she drew a deep breath, finally gaining a sliver of relief.

“Ning Xuan, please… mark me…”

Bai Meng writhed on the bed, her face flushed crimson, her body burning like a furnace. Her eyes, half-open, glimmered with seductive allure and unshed tears, her breath coming in soft, desperate pants.

A real temptress, that one.

Ning Xuan muttered her verdict, then stepped forward to rummage through Bai Meng’s bag. She found an inhibitor spray, and without hesitation, sprayed it over Bai Meng like she was fumigating for pests.

“Mark you? Forget it. That’s never going to happen.”

She then sprayed herself as well, soothing the heat in her glands just enough to remain functional.

Bai Meng froze at the sight of her strange behavior. Her eyes sharpened as she grabbed Ning Xuan’s hand.

“Ning Xuan, what do you mean by this?”

“Exactly what you think it means.”

Ning Xuan pried her hand away, face solemn. “I’ve changed my mind. From now on, I’m going to live with integrity and become a decent person.”

Bai Meng: “…”

Her expression was one of sheer disbelief. “You—”

Are you out of your mind?!

Ning Xuan caught the “bless-the-idiot” look in her eyes but didn’t bother to explain. Seeing Bai Meng’s pheromone flare rising again, she worried things might spiral out of control. Out of reluctant kindness, she picked up the phone and dialed emergency services.

“Um… Bai Meng, right? Let’s part ways amicably. Take care of yourself.”

She finished speaking, straightened her clothes, grabbed her bag, and quickly left the hotel room.

Inside the elevator.

Ning Xuan lifted her wrist to glance at her watch—it was already eight in the evening. She needed to hurry home.

The original body’s scummy self never realized just how cunning Miss Yu really was. But Ning Xuan knew—beneath that lamb’s wool was a wolf.

She had to maintain a good relationship with her.

As she pondered, her eyes flicked to the mirrored walls of the elevator. Staring back at her was the original body’s reflection: a perfectly oval face with a sharp jawline, straight nose, refined and delicate features. And then there were those eyes—slightly upturned, brimming with natural allure. Without a smile, they carried a distant chill; with one, they lit up like spring sunlight, dazzling and alive.

Beyond her looks, waves of soft flaxen hair cascaded down like gauze, framing a long dark-green dress that hugged every graceful curve—full chest, narrow waist, endlessly long legs. Truly, a beauty impossible to ignore.

No wonder she had once been called the entertainment industry’s number-one Alpha beauty.

No wonder a simple crook of her finger made countless Omegas flock to her.

What a shame she was just a scummy Alpha.

Ding—

The elevator arrived at the basement level.

Ning Xuan stepped out, slipping on oversized black sunglasses that covered most of her face.

But just as she approached the original body’s car, a sleek black luxury vehicle rolled slowly into view.

One look at the license plate—

If she remembered correctly, that was Yu Yazhi’s car!

She hadn’t even done anything, yet instinctively, she wanted to hide.

Too late.

The car window slid down.

The person inside had already spotted her, even opened the door, and stepped out.

From Ning Xuan’s vantage point, she first saw a pair of crystal-studded heels touch the ground, revealing slender pale ankles adorned with a silver chain that glittered under the lights.

Her gaze traveled upward—Yu Yazhi stood tall in a crisp black suit, her sleek raven hair tucked behind one ear while a few strands fell loosely over her shoulder. Her long, fair neck was elegant, like that of a swan.

“Ning Xuan, what are you doing here?”

Yu Yazhi’s voice, naturally soft and pleasant, was laced now with cold indifference.

She closed the distance between them, her eyes faintly mocking as she thought: Shouldn’t she be rolling around in bed with Bai Meng right now? Already finished?

Ning Xuan didn’t know what was running through her mind. Breath caught in her throat as Yu Yazhi neared—just one look into those clear, bright eyes, and she was ensnared. She wanted to hold the gaze, but couldn’t. There was an icy sharpness in them that made her flinch.

“I—”

She had just begun to speak when Yu Yazhi’s assistant, Meng Xi, came rushing over with a phone in hand.

“President Yu, just now an Omega at the hotel collapsed from releasing too much pheromone. She’s been rushed to the hospital. Rumor has it—it’s the actress Bai Meng.”

Ning Xuan frowned. Collapsed? That can’t be right! When I left just moments ago, she was still conscious.

Unbeknownst to her, every flicker of emotion across her face was caught by Yu Yazhi.

The frost in Yu Yazhi’s eyes deepened. So they really went at it hard, huh?

Ning Xuan met her gaze, still confused. Then suddenly, realization struck like a bolt—Fuck! This is Yu Yazhi’s hotel! That scumbag Alpha actually dared bring someone else here? No, this isn’t just cheating—this is outright provocation!

Her nape tingled sharply with pain.

Thinking of the original body’s miserable fate, the icy light in Yu Yazhi’s eyes grew even more terrifying.

To be honest, Ning Xuan was a little scared.

But fear was useless. She forced herself to calm down: Hold steady. Based on what I pieced together, this should be the scum’s first time cheating. It was only after realizing Yu Yazhi didn’t punish her that she started spiraling out of control later.

So for now, there’s still room to maneuver.

Bolstered by this thought, Ning Xuan steadied herself. She curved her lips into a smile, ready to speak.

Only to inhale the faint fragrance of Yu Yazhi’s perfume as she brushed past without a glance, heading straight for the elevator.

That’s it?

So she really didn’t care about the original body at all.

Yu Yazhi didn’t know what Ning Xuan was thinking. She simply strode into the elevator.

Meng Xi hurried after her, but not before glancing back at the stunned Ning Xuan. In a low voice, she said, “President Yu, it seemed like Miss Ning still had something she wanted to tell you.”

Yu Yazhi lowered her eyes, cold and dismissive. “Do you really think I need to waste my time listening to her spin some half-baked lie?”

Better to put that time into cleaning up this mess.

That fool only knew how to sneak around, never how to deal with the fallout.

Did she even realize how many people had seen her waltzing into the hotel with Bai Meng?

Yu Yazhi felt a headache coming on just thinking about the employee reports that had poured into her phone. Half a year into marriage, and Ning Xuan already couldn’t keep her tail hidden—sneaking around behind her back, at her own hotel, no less. Was it stupidity, or sheer arrogance?

Enough.

She was nothing more than a disposable piece on the chessboard. Not worth the mental energy.

Once Yu Yazhi secured her inheritance of the Yu Group, she wouldn’t have to see her again.

Until then, as long as she didn’t go too far, they could keep up the façade of a respectful couple.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open.

Yu Yazhi headed straight to the surveillance room.

On the monitor.

There was Ning Xuan, draped all over Bai Meng, kissing in the elevator, tangled up against the suite door before they’d even stepped inside.

“Stop!”

The footage froze.

Yu Yazhi’s voice was sharp. “Seal off all news about Bai Meng. Delete this video as well. I won’t allow anyone to use it as leverage against me.”

Ning Xuan might not care about her reputation, but Yu Yazhi certainly did.

Just then—

The surveillance room door swung open.

A tall, striking figure leaned lazily against the doorframe. Ning Xuan’s eyes swept the screens before her lips curved into a languid, teasing smile.

“Wife, I think you might be misunderstanding me.”