After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 2

“I must be dreaming.”

Zhao Chaoxi was absolutely certain something was wrong with her current situation. Without hesitation, she pinched her soft, dewy cheek—and the word ‘dream’ split in half, turning into a pained, drawn-out “Ahh!”

It hurt. It really hurt!

And not just her face—her entire body.

A wave of unbearable heat surged through her. It felt like she was being roasted alive, trapped in invisible flames like a helpless duck on a spit. Her skin burned and itched all over, especially the nape of her neck—something beneath the skin was pushing, struggling to break free.

Her head spun. Dizzy and disoriented, she vaguely caught a faint scent in the air—wild roses.

It was only then that Zhao Chaoxi, thirty years old, a real estate tycoon from City C and a veteran player in both business and romance, was forced to accept one utterly absurd fact.

She had really transmigrated into a novel.

Karma had finally come knocking. After her metaphorical “fish pond” exploded, retribution struck—she was dragged by some damned system into an ABO Yuri Tragedy novel, reborn as the twenty-two-year-old female lead, an Omega with her same name.

She’d heard of the ABO setting before—had even discussed it once with her first girlfriend.

When Betas reached adulthood, they could differentiate into either Alphas or Omegas. Each person’s scent, their pheromones, carried a unique fragrance. And right now, the air around her was thick with the scent of wild roses.

Apparently, pheromone release could be controlled with effort. Zhao Chaoxi clenched her teeth and tried desperately to suppress the heady fragrance that filled the air.

It was useless.

After three solid minutes of futile concentration, a cold mechanical voice rang out again in her mind:

[Heat cycle detected. Please proceed with the main mission: locate the Alpha heroine and allow her to perform a “wild mark.”]

Zhao Chaoxi slammed her fist weakly against the sink, growling in frustration.

“Would you please explain that clearly? What ‘main mission’? And who the hell is this ‘Alpha heroine’?”

The system’s cheerful voice bounced around in her head:

[As a first-time transmigrator, Host, please listen patiently to your adorable system’s guidance.]

Zhao Chaoxi’s eye twitched. “You’re so adorable—f.*.c.k you.”

The system politely ignored her fury, categorizing her outburst as mere hormonal irritability caused by her heat cycle.

[In the original novel, the heroine Zhao Chaoxi was born into a wealthy family, raised by a loving Omega mother. As a naive romantic, she fell hopelessly in love with an Alpha actress, Yuan Xiao, after watching one of her movies. With her mother’s help, she successfully married this once-famous star. The two are now secretly married—and it’s their wedding night.]

Zhao Chaoxi’s knees went weak. She could barely stay standing.

“So what are you saying?”

[You are to play the role of Yuan Xiao’s lovestruck, obsessive Omega wife. Your task is to experience the full package of scummy Alpha treatment: long-term secret marriage, forced marking, numerous ambiguous relationships, verbal humiliation or cold violence, nights spent away from home, missing prenatal checkups, and finally—disappearing on the day your wife gives birth, leading to her death in childbirth.]

Her face went from red, to white, to green, then to a ghostly mix of both.

“Stop! Isn’t that way too cruel? That’s trauma, not romance!”

[Of course. It’s an angst novel, after all. The heroine suffers physically and emotionally—yet still spends her fortune reviving her scummy Alpha’s career. 🙂 ]

The system’s tone was downright smug.

[You can communicate with your cute system directly through your mind.]

Zhao Chaoxi ground her teeth. “You’re out of your mind. I refuse this transmigration mission! Send me back!”

[Binding complete. Exit unavailable.]

Zhao Chaoxi groaned. “Forget the emotional abuse—who disappears during childbirth and gets their wife killed? What kind of monster does that? Can I still atone for my sins now?”

[Too late for repentance, Host. You’ve committed too many emotional crimes. Complete the ending to return to your original world. And remember—stay in character!]

So that was it? Her twelve years of hard work building a business empire meant nothing—unless she finished this ridiculous, tragic storyline?

Zhao Chaoxi’s mind went blank, exploding into a riot of colors. Her arms went limp, her legs gave out, and she ended up pathetically collapsing to her knees in front of the mirror.

At that moment, all she could think was—she deeply regretted everything.

The skin on the back of her neck grew hotter and hotter, the fire inside her flaring violently, burning her from within.

Zhao Chaoxi bit her lip hard. It wasn’t like she was shy about her preferences—her spouse in this world was a woman. If it came down to it, getting bitten once didn’t sound that bad.

The other lead must be attractive, right?

The system chuckled softly, as if in amusement.

[To maximize emotional impact, the system has prepared a special surprise for you, dear Host! Guaranteed to be just the kind of pain you love—nice and long-lasting!]

At that line, Chaoxi had a bad feeling crawl straight up her spine.

Before she could even sort out what kind of “surprise” that meant, the system continued to babble on.

[To ensure full immersion, the system will enter sleep mode in ten seconds. It will only reactivate when the Host encounters a major plotline event, faces a character-collapse crisis, or voluntarily calls for help. Until then—see you next time! And don’t forget your wake-up command: Little Bunny, Be Good!]

Open the door, little bunny?

Chaoxi: “……”

Wow. What a dedicated system.

Ten seconds later, Chaoxi finally pulled herself up again.

The environment around her felt so vividly real that she quickly adjusted to the so-called “immersive experience.”

According to the minimal plot summary she’d been given, she was currently in a secret marriage with a female Alpha who used to be a has-been actress. Judging by the sheer size and luxury of the marble-tiled bathroom, there was no way this belonged to a washed-up performer. Given how these setups usually worked, this was probably her own house.

Determined not to act suspicious or unfamiliar, Chaoxi decided against wandering around aimlessly. Instead, she opened the bathroom door and called out.

“Yuan Xiao! Yuan Xiao!”

Her voice echoed through the empty circular hallway on the second floor.

From the center of the high ceiling hung a massive crystal chandelier that extended all the way down to the living room below. The smoky-blue leather sofa, the abstract paintings on the walls—everything screamed of refined artistic taste.

Well then.

This silly, sweet original host certainly lived quite the aesthetic life.

The entire villa was brightly lit, every detail crystal clear under the warm glow. Chaoxi padded barefoot across the marble floor, leaving a trail of faint, wet footprints behind her. Everything was perfect—except it was too quiet.

So quiet she could hear only her own footsteps and,

Clatter!

A sudden noise from the first room by the staircase.

Something just broke.

Her heart skipped.

If she wasn’t alone, then that meant Yuan Xiao?

A rush of heat surged through her body, feverish and dizzying. The thought of spending her wedding night with a complete stranger—a girl, no less—made her fingers stiff with tension.

Please. She’d flirted her way through half the world, but always with a touch of platonic restraint. This book clearly existed just to make her suffer.

Swallowing hard, she approached the door.

Overcome by heat, she tugged her bathrobe open a little for air.

She had to admit—the ABO setup was brutal. If it didn’t burn you alive, it’d seduce you to death. The air was thick with the scent of wild roses—heady, intoxicating, and dangerously sweet.

Her hand closed around the brass doorknob—then paused.

The system had warned her not to break character.

So she quickly pulled her collar back up tight before turning the handle and peering inside.

A figure stood by the dressing table. The moment the woman heard her, she turned and their eyes met.

In that instant, it felt as though fireworks exploded in Chaoxi’s ears—loud, dazzling, absurdly festive.

Her lips parted in disbelief as she stared at that familiar face—her former first love, now a celebrated new writer—and blurted out a single, earth-shattering question:

“Yuan Xiao?”

The other woman’s startled gaze soon cooled into calm composure. She merely gave a polite nod.

Chaoxi stood there, completely shell-shocked.

The system had betrayed her.

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