After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 12

The car fell silent again.

Neither Chaoxi nor Yuan Xiao spoke.

After pulling her wife away from a public setting, Yuan Xiao had initially been in a rush—the moment the thought that her Omega might be desired by someone else appeared, her possessiveness flared uncontrollably.

Only now did she have the mind to think things through carefully.

Today, when she went to report to Xinle Entertainment, everything she experienced was exactly the same as before—except for Chaoxi’s sudden appearance.

In her previous life, Yuan Xiao had never seen Chaoxi and her best friend visit Xinle. That meant there had been no pheromone leakage, and naturally, no panicked rush to take her home afterward.

So where, exactly, had things gone differently this time?

Logically speaking, an Omega who’d been given a temporary mark shouldn’t have pheromone leakage afterward.

Yuan Xiao’s mind drifted back to that night in her past life—their first marking.

There had been no tenderness in her. She had bitten deep into Chaoxi’s glands, injecting her pheromones with brutal dominance. That mark had nothing to do with gentleness or intimacy; it was a primitive act of possession.

After discovering that the Zhao family might be the capital power scheming against her, disgust had overridden everything else. Any fleeting pleasure was drowned out by loathing.

There had been no joy for her—only pain for Chaoxi.

From then on, Chaoxi had grown timid around her. She spoke softly, her every move cautious. Even during their brief encounters afterward, she had seemed skittish—wanting to approach, yet afraid to get too close.

Compared to that, Yuan Xiao found herself preferring how things were this time—their first marking after her rebirth. When Chaoxi was in heat, her body had trembled with pleasure from the gentle marking; the emotional and physical response had been so genuine, so vivid.

So then.

Could that be the reason?

Because she acted differently from before, everything else had changed—Chaoxi visiting Xinle, her attitude softening, their dynamic shifting.

Was it possible that,

A gentle marking caused the temporary mark to fail, which led to the Omega’s pheromone leakage?

“I need to make a call,” Yuan Xiao suddenly said.

Chaoxi flinched like a startled rabbit.

Keeping up her act as the clueless, sweet little wife, she nodded obediently. “Okay.”

At this point, she had no idea which direction things were headed.

Yuan Xiao no longer had that glowing blue “character info panel” over her head. The so-called golden finger now only provided basic character introductions—faces, names, and the roles they played in the book. Beyond that, it was useless.

Another slap to the face.

So much for my golden finger!

Armed with nothing more than a skeletal plot outline and brief character notes, this freshly transmigrated “newbie” had no idea why her Omega pheromones were leaking—or which part of the storyline she was even in now.

She was basically blind.

All she could do was fake it.

Talk less. Do less.

Preserve world stability—starting with me!

Chaoxi secretly gave herself a mental thumbs-up.

Her phone had been vibrating inside her bag for a while now, but she’d resisted checking it. Better to play it safe—who knew if Yuan Xiao had truly calmed down yet? She’d wait until they got home, find a quiet and hidden corner, and secretly call “Little Obedient Bunny,” just to figure out her current situation first.

Now that Yuan Xiao was making a call, it gave Chaoxi the perfect excuse to sneak a peek at her phone.

She had just taken it out of her bag when Yuan Xiao, seizing a moment of clear road ahead, pressed a button on the steering wheel. The car’s Bluetooth system connected, and a ringing tone filled the car.

Chaoxi nearly dropped her phone in fright.

Yuan Xiao, meanwhile, didn’t react at all.

She simply made the call on speaker, the contact name appearing clearly on the dashboard display. Chaoxi’s eyes flicked downward—it wasn’t intentional, just instinct—and she caught a glimpse of the name.

Xuan Yan.

She hadn’t met this person, so her golden finger failed to identify them. Chaoxi didn’t know who it was, but her instincts told her to keep quiet and cover her mouth.

Yuan Xiao happened to catch the motion out of the corner of her eye. The corner of her lips curved upward in amusement, but thanks to the angle, her wife couldn’t see her trying to hide a grin.

Was she raised on pure cuteness or what?

Every little gesture was adorable. How had she ever been blind to it before?

Yuan Xiao silently cursed her past self.

The line rang for the fifth time before the call finally connected.

“Hey, big star! What brings you to me today?”

“No big star here,” Yuan Xiao replied evenly. “Just a little nobody asking for advice from the great Dr. Xuan.”

“Dr. Xuan’s not in right now,” came the teasing reply. “But Grandpa Xuan is. Speak.”

Whoever this Dr. Xuan was, they sounded cheeky—and clearly close to Yuan Xiao. Probably an old friend, Chaoxi thought.

Still watching the road, Yuan Xiao asked calmly,

“If an Omega experiences pheromone leakage the day after being temporarily marked for the first time, should they go to the hospital?”

The car grew still as Yuan Xiao waited for an answer. Chaoxi’s head drooped in embarrassment.

On the other end of the line, silence stretched for three long seconds.

Then came a startled voice—half-shocked, half-delighted.

“Wait—you marked someone? Didn’t you just sign with a new company? Don’t tell me you’ve already been seduced by a rich woman?”

Chaoxi froze in mortification.

Oh no, this is so awkward.

Xuan Yan probably didn’t know that Yuan Xiao was married—after all, it was a secret marriage.

Chaoxi had to admit, she had a point.

Strictly speaking, her and Yuan Xiao’s marriage only happened because her own mother had helped arrange it. Which meant, most likely, Yuan Xiao hadn’t been willing in the first place.

The whole “fallen star marries into wealth” trope was already so overused it made people roll their eyes. The author must have been desperate—any normal person would resist a marriage built purely on transactional interests, wouldn’t they?

No wonder people would read too much into it—tagging an Omega right after joining the company was bound to raise eyebrows.

With a friend whispering about “casting couch deals” in her ear, it was no surprise if Yuan Xiao grew to despise the original Chaoxi even more.

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Her competitive streak ran deep—whatever she did, she wanted to do it well. But the plot had her boxed in. There was no way to stop Yuan Xiao from hating the current her. All she could do was accept defeat in silence.

The feeling was suffocating—frustratingly powerless.

She forgot to mask her disappointment, and Yuan Xiao, ever observant, caught the faint downturn of her lips from the corner of her eye. Instantly, she realized that Xuan Yan’s words had upset her wife.

Ah, damn it!

But Xuan Yan was the only medical professional she knew. If she didn’t ask her, who else could she turn to? As a public figure who had only just managed to pull herself out of the mud, Yuan Xiao’s top priority was solving the immediate problem.

Swallowing her frustration, Yuan Xiao spoke clearly into the console:

“Yanyan, I’ll explain everything later. For now, just answer my question.”

Maybe because of the seriousness in her tone, the other end of the line went quiet for a few seconds.

Chaoxi saw Yuan Xiao’s expression and became even more certain that the mention of “casting couch” had angered her.

See? See?

She’s mad now, isn’t she? Cold and distant again! Ugh!

Chaoxi screamed internally, Why are you blaming me? Go blame that dumb author! What kind of second-rate writer still uses this cliche?

Of course, Yuan Xiao couldn’t hear her inner rant. What she did hear was Xuan Yan’s professional voice through the car’s speaker system.

Xuan Yan sounded more serious now.

“After an Omega’s first marking, they need to wear a neck collar and use pheromone-blocking spray. Remind her, okay? Any Omega with a bit of common sense would know that—she.”

“She’s already wearing a collar and using blocker spray.”

Afraid that Xuan Yan might say something too blunt and accidentally hurt her wife’s feelings, Yuan Xiao quickly interrupted.

But Xuan Yan didn’t take offense. Friends often had a kind of unspoken understanding that didn’t need words.

“I see,” Xuan Yan said thoughtfully. “Well, if she’s taken all the proper precautions and there’s still pheromone leakage, it might mean the temporary mark wasn’t done properly. Maybe you bit off-center, or didn’t inject enough pheromones. In that case, her heat might’ve subsided briefly, but the effect won’t last long.”

Chaoxi listened to this string of bold, clinical words. Her embarrassment had long since faded, and since she wasn’t currently feeling overheated, she figured that wasn’t the issue.

Yuan Xiao, however, clearly had a different understanding—but the same conclusion.

“Impossible,” Yuan Xiao said firmly. “There’s no way I bit off-center. Is there any other explanation?”

She stayed on the call while turning the steering wheel sharply, guiding the car up onto the elevated road.

She thought back—she’d marked Chaoxi so many times before.

During those two years of marriage, she might’ve told herself it was just routine, but her body knew better—their compatibility was off the charts. The pleasure of that perfect match was impossible to forget. She had bitten that patch of skin at the back of Chaoxi’s neck so many times, she knew it better than the back of her hand.

Xuan Yan laughed when she heard the confidence in Yuan Xiao’s tone.

“All right, all right, no chance you bit wrong. Then there’s only one other possibility,” she said. “The pheromone dosage during the temporary mark wasn’t enough. Just redo the mark and it’ll be fine—no need to go to the hospital.”

Redo the mark?

Chaoxi’s eyes lit up.

Was this a blessing in disguise?

She’d been agonizing over the system’s reminder that she could try re-marking. But saying something that mortifying out loud? Impossible. She might flirt in jest, but she always knew her boundaries.

Now look at that—Yuan Xiao’s friend truly was a lifesaver!

Outwardly, she kept a calm face. Inside, she was bursting with laughter.

Meanwhile, Yuan Xiao’s emotions were just as turbulent.

At the mention of re-marking, her mind flashed to Chaoxi trembling faintly beneath her touch, the smooth warmth of her nape, and that wild rose pheromone that drove her instincts crazy.

Her Alpha fangs itched, and the rich scent of red wine began to seep into the car.

But now wasn’t the time.

She caught the faint trace of her own pheromone leaking into the air and frowned slightly.

She couldn’t afford to seem too eager.

Her wife had just been bitten last night—if she acted too impatient and scared her off, it’d all backfire.

So, Yuan Xiao silently steeled herself.

Hold it. Hold it. Don’t let the wolfdog out.