After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 4

“Get out!”

On the bed, Yu Yazhi twisted restlessly. Even in anger, her voice carried a soft, syrupy sweetness.

Ning Xuan instantly recognized the signs—Yu Yazhi was in heat.

The room was quickly saturated with the scent of her pheromones.

Unlike Bai Meng’s, Yu Yazhi’s pheromones ignited an almost overwhelming reaction in Ning Xuan’s body.

She had to clench her fists tightly just to suppress the surging heat inside her. Two Omegas’ pheromones in a single day—no matter how strong she was, this fire was unbearable.

“Aunt Wu!”

Seeing Aunt Wu standing there stunned, Ning Xuan snapped, “The suppressant! Quickly! Get your Miss the suppressant!”

Aunt Wu supported Yu Yazhi’s trembling body, shaking her head in panic. “She’s already used it, but from the looks of her now, it doesn’t seem to be working.”

“Call Meng Xi. Hurry—call her.”

Yu Yazhi’s breath came in shallow pants, sweat beading on her skin. Her usually clear, cool eyes turned sultry and unfocused.

Ning Xuan’s heart gave a sudden lurch. She dared not stare too long and quickly grabbed Yu Yazhi’s phone to dial Meng Xi.

“Assistant Meng, Yu Yazhi’s in heat.”

“I know,” came the calm reply. “Normal suppressants don’t work for President Yu during her cycles. She needs the stronger version. I’m sure I left some in the nightstand.”

Ning Xuan flung open the drawer, only to find it empty.

“There’s nothing here. Are you sure you didn’t misremember?”

“That can’t be right. I left plenty there. Unless she misplaced them during her cycle?”

“Then tell me what to do!”

“Wait there. I’ll bring the strong suppressant right away.”

While they spoke, Yu Yazhi was already too dizzy and fevered to form words.

She was suffering.

Her beautiful face flushed with a dangerous, seductive red, her eyes glistening with tears she stubbornly refused to shed. Her teeth bit down so hard on her lip that blood welled at the corner, a drop of crimson blooming like a forbidden flower.

Ning Xuan’s heart softened. Afraid she might push herself into collapse, she forced down her own dizziness and ordered, “Aunt Wu, leave us.”

Aunt Wu opened her mouth, hesitated, then swallowed her words.

She was too flustered to think straight. After all, the two were married. In her young lady’s current state, perhaps only Ning Xuan could truly help her.

Yu Yazhi leaned weakly against the headboard, wanting to tell Aunt Wu to stay—but the sound that came out was only a soft, breathy whimper.

Ning Xuan knew Omegas in heat were at their most vulnerable. But Yu Yazhi was different.

Strong-willed by nature, she clung to control even in heat. She probably didn’t want anyone, least of all Ning Xuan—to witness her disgrace, let alone to help.

If Ning Xuan left, she might even feel relieved.

But Ning Xuan couldn’t move. Yu Yazhi, drenched in sweat and trembling, looked as if she had been bathed in moonlight and storm. Her damp hair clung to her delicate face, brows furrowed, lips bitten raw—like a fragile night-blooming flower trembling under the weight of dew.

That fragile beauty made Ning Xuan want to scoop her into her arms and protect her.

The Alpha instincts buried in her bones stirred, clawing to the surface.

Before she realized it, she was walking toward the bed.

“What are you doing?”

Sensing footsteps, Yu Yazhi snapped her eyes open. A flash of cold fury lit them—only to be smothered by waves of heat. Confusion and fear softened her gaze, leaving her looking like a lost fawn, stripped of all her usual pride and sharpness.

“Stay away!”

Yu Yazhi tried to sound fierce, but her soft, trembling tone betrayed her. “Ning Xuan, if you dare, dare mark me, I swear, you won’t live to see tomorrow’s sun.”

The threat, broken by heavy gasps, carried no bite at all.

Ning Xuan wasn’t afraid. She strode to the bedside and caught Yu Yazhi’s trembling hand.

She knew what Yu Yazhi needed.

A fresh, mellow fragrance seeped into the air.

Yu Yazhi’s sweet pheromones were slowly pushed back, the two scents mingling until the room was filled with something rich and intoxicating—like caramel.

As Yu Yazhi breathed it in, the tight grip of her fingers loosened. Her body, no longer under her control, leaned instinctively toward Ning Xuan, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings.

Ning Xuan had released a trace of her pheromones—just enough to ease the young lady’s torment until Meng Xi arrived.

In the enclosed space, every sense was heightened.

For the first time, Ning Xuan clearly registered her own pheromone’s scent.

Rum.

The sharp sweetness cut through the heavy air, but it drove Yu Yazhi to the brink. Her body grew even more fevered, skin hypersensitive, her glands aching under the stimulation. The silk of her blouse was already soaked through at the nape, clinging to her tangled hair, strands glistening faintly with silver sheen.

Ning Xuan thought a little pheromone release would calm her. She hadn’t expected Yu Yazhi to suddenly lunge, pinning her down on the bed.

Shit!

She shoved back, panicked. “Yu Yazhi, calm down—Meng Xi will be here any minute!”

The words helped Yu Yazhi claw back a shred of reason. Damn it, why was she so sensitive to Ning Xuan’s pheromones?

Shame and humiliation burned through her. With a furious growl she snapped, “Ning Xuan, get out!”

But the cry came out soft, almost coquettish, stirring instead of scaring.

Ning Xuan was faring no better. Yu Yazhi had just released another surge of pheromones, and her own reason was fraying to its last thread.

It felt like a caged beast inside her had woken and was slamming violently against its bars.

“I want to get out too!”

Her voice wavered with frustration, on the verge of tears. But her body refused to obey. Desire surged like a tidal wave, driving her to seize Yu Yazhi and flip her beneath her with a forceful press.

Their ragged breaths tangled, foreheads pressed together.

“Yu Yazhi, tell me, who’s at fault here? Did you seduce me, or did I seduce you?”

“You, Ning Xuan!”

Yu Yazhi’s mind buzzed with fury. She wanted desperately to shove her away, but her strength was gone. All she could do was watch, helpless, as Ning Xuan leaned closer.

Scorching breaths seared against her cheek.

Yu Yazhi felt humiliated. Her eyes churned with tangled emotions—desire, fear, resentment toward Ning Xuan and tears that refused to stop falling.

Ning Xuan suddenly snapped back to her senses. Damn it, what am I doing? Taking advantage of her? Forcing myself on her?!

She bit down hard on the back of her own hand. The sharp pain jolted her into clarity.

“I’m sorry.”

She apologized, wiped the hot sweat from her face, and forced herself to sit up and pull away.

Thank heaven she wasn’t in her susceptibility period. If she’d really done something to Yu Yazhi tonight, her own glands might not survive tomorrow.

The thought of her glands being destroyed filled her with terror, making her see Yu Yazhi as if she was some wild beast.

But the beast suddenly fell silent.

Yu Yazhi simply lay there on the bed, her face still flushed, fine beads of sweat shimmering as they rolled down her cheeks. She looked like a lotus blossoming in water—beautiful, delicate, and utterly lifeless.

“Hey Yu Yazhi?”

Ning Xuan hurried to check, only to realize Yu Yazhi had lost consciousness.

“Aunt Wu!”

She shouted toward the door, “Aunt Wu! Your young lady fainted!”

Aunt Wu rushed in, her face twisted with both worry and anger as she looked at Yu Yazhi. “Miss Ning, how could you just stand by and let my young lady-”

Disappointment laced her tone, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she asked, “How much longer until Assistant Meng arrives?”

No sooner had she spoken than hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

Moments later, Meng Xi charged in, lugging a large bag of high-strength suppressants.

“President Yu! President Yu!”

Her eyes seemed fixed only on Yu Yazhi lying on the bed. As she rushed past Ning Xuan, her shoulder slammed hard against hers, nearly knocking her off balance.

Ning Xuan’s shoulder throbbed with pain, but she barely noticed.

Her gaze lingered on the plastic bag in Meng Xi’s hand. With suppressants here, tonight’s torment for both her and Yu Yazhi was finally over.

When Ning Xuan had called, Meng Xi had been in the gym. She hadn’t even stopped to change out of her sweat-soaked clothes, running straight to the hospital to buy the suppressants before rushing back.

By memory, Yu Yazhi’s heat wasn’t due for another ten days. It caught her completely off guard. Even on the drive home earlier, Yu Yazhi hadn’t shown a single sign.

But now, seeing Yu Yazhi pale and unconscious, Meng Xi understood. Years of constant suppressants had completely disrupted her natural cycle.

That was not a good sign.

She swiftly injected the suppressant into Yu Yazhi, then carefully examined her. Ning Xuan hadn’t done anything. Yu Yazhi had simply collapsed from exhaustion.

“Aunt Wu, she’ll be fine. I’ll stay with President Yu tonight.”

Meng Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief, though her words were ill-timed.

After all, Ning Xuan was Yu Yazhi’s wife whether in name only or not. It wasn’t Meng Xi’s place to stay by her side.

Aunt Wu glanced at Ning Xuan. Seeing she had no objections, she scratched her head awkwardly, unsure what to say.

Ning Xuan gave a small smile, telling her to rest, then turned to Meng Xi. “We really owe you tonight, Assistant Meng.”

It was only meant as polite small talk.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xi replied with firm seriousness, “It’s my duty.”

Ning Xuan: “…”

That seemed to go a bit beyond the role of an assistant.

She thought back to the hard bump from earlier. At the time, she hadn’t cared, but now Meng Xi’s attitude left her feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

But uncomfortable how?

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Either way, Ning Xuan was certain of one thing: she had no fondness for Yu Yazhi’s beta assistant. In the original plot, this “Little Meng” barely even had a presence.

Yet now, her presence was undeniable—and clearly, she was one of Yu Yazhi’s closest confidantes. Best not to offend her.

“Then I’ll leave Miss Meng to it. Thank you again.”

Ning Xuan wanted to say more, but suddenly the heat returned.

Yu Yazhi’s lingering pheromones still hung heavy in the room.

She dared not linger. “Good night,” she said quickly, before hurrying out.

Back in her own bedroom, she showered under cold water until the burning sensation dulled.

Even so, sleep didn’t come easily.

Yu Yazhi’s pheromone scent still clung to her senses, teasing her thoughts astray.

And what she kept circling back to most was this—Meng Xi and Yu Yazhi, alone together in one room.

Meng Xi was a beta. She shouldn’t have any feelings for Yu Yazhi right?