After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 3

Small problem, small problem, small problem.

No big deal!

It’s just a face that looks like my first love, right? Besides, all the people in here are fake anyway. I’m just unlucky enough to get dragged in — finish the mission, and I’ll be able to go home.

During the short ten seconds that Chaoxi spent trying to mentally coach herself, the Alpha across from her had already approached timidly.

Yuan Xiao had just taken a shower; her short hair was still damp, drops of water sliding down her neck.

A little bit cute, actually.

She handed over a phone, head slightly lowered as she murmured, “S-sorry.”

Chaoxi smiled. So, this was supposed to be the infamous scummy Alpha? Hard to believe. Was this shy, stuttering little girl—who couldn’t even say a single word without blushing—the same person who’d someday do all those heartless things?

“What are you apologizing for?” Chaoxi asked.

“I accidentally spilled your toner. Next time I’ll buy you a new one.”

Yuan Xiao explained in a small voice, then sneaked a glance at her. The blush on her cheeks deepened until it reached the tips of her soft white ears.

Something felt off.

Chaoxi couldn’t help wondering—how did this bashful Alpha ever turn into such a heartbreaker? What could’ve possibly happened in between?

But the system had already gone dormant, and her body was starting to remind her that she was deep in heat—time for an Alpha to “mark” her. Other questions could wait.

Marking, huh, that meant the Alpha was supposed to bite the Omega’s neck, right?

Just stick to the mission—close her eyes, get through it, and this would all be over soon.

With that thought, Chaoxi took the phone, remembering to maintain her sweet and innocent persona, and gently prompted the girl.

She lifted her chin slightly, eyes hazy and alluring.

“What are you giving me the phone for?”

Shouldn’t you be biting me now?

Yuan Xiao bit her lip, as if burned by Chaoxi’s breath, and stumbled back three steps. Her voice was barely audible. “Y-your phone, it rang. You got a message.”

Chaoxi absentmindedly tucked the phone into the pocket of her bathrobe. The heat was becoming unbearable; she was about ready to pull at her collar again.

First, finish the main task. She could check the phone later.

The bedroom was spacious, but with the Omega entering her heat, the air thickened quickly. Within minutes, the scent of wild roses flooded every corner of the room.

The fragrance was intoxicating.

Chaoxi was growing restless. Unfortunately, the original owner of this body was a naive little sweetheart, not the bold type she herself was—she couldn’t flirt too openly. All she could do was rely on the Omega pheromones to work their magic.

Yuan Xiao lowered her head, and Chaoxi took a small step forward, blinking innocently, doing her best to look pure and harmless.

“Forget the call. Isn’t this our wedding night? I, I feel really hot.”

In short: hurry up and get on with it already?

As soon as the words left her mouth, the room went dead silent again. The oppressive stillness made Chaoxi want to scream. Finally, the shy, bashful Alpha moved.

Only to turn around, walk back to the vanity, and—without a word—squat down.

To pick up the broken glass from the spilled toner.

Chaoxi: Are you kidding me right now?

Yuan Xiao’s shoulders trembled slightly. She didn’t look back, only murmured, “I’ll just clean this up first.”

Amid the scent of roses, there was something else faintly mixed in—something familiar.

Chaoxi caught the scent, brow furrowing. Her body was burning up, craving release, so she stumbled over and crouched beside Yuan Xiao.

“I’ll help you,” she said, voice low.

Yuan Xiao didn’t respond. She kept her head down, carefully picking up glass shards while avoiding Chaoxi like she carried the plague. Whenever their hands brushed the same piece, Yuan Xiao would yank hers back instantly.

Chaoxi, eager to fast-forward the plot, didn’t think too much of it.

After a while, Yuan Xiao finally spoke, her voice low and rough, as if struggling to suppress something.

“Where did you put your inhibitor? I’ll clean this up and get it for you.”

Inhibitor?

When an Omega goes into heat, and the two of them are a legally married couple in a yuri novel, shouldn’t the Alpha wife immediately fulfill her wifely duties?

But at the critical moment, this Alpha pulls out an inhibitor instead.

What happened to the promised “wild marking”?

Zhao Chaoxi stared in dazed disbelief.

Ah. She finally got it.

In this story, the female lead was inexplicably awful. Why was Yuan Xiao the protagonist—because she was a jerk?

That left only one explanation: this little actress must be unhappy with the marriage. The fact that she was offering an inhibitor now could only mean one thing—she hated the original Zhao Xi.

“Sigh.”

Transmigrating into a novel wasn’t easy. President Zhao sighed in defeat.

Did she really hate her so much that she’d rather let her burn to death than mark her? Was she planning to inherit her assets afterward?

To think that the legendary femme fatale of the seas would one day be despised to this extent—what a truly magical start.

Zhao Chaoxi gave a bitter laugh and covered her face. facepalm.jpg

Yuan Xiao crouched on the floor, gathering the shards of broken glass. Her head was spinning, blood boiling beneath her skin. She bit her lip hard, using pain to force her rampaging pheromones back under control.

Ten minutes ago, she had opened her eyes to find herself in a room that felt achingly familiar.

Every piece of furniture, every corner—it was exactly as it had been back then.

After checking both her phone and Zhao Chaoxi’s for the date and time, she understood with absolute clarity: she had been reborn.

Reborn on the night of their wedding.

In her previous life, she had just risen to fame when someone exposed her as the illegitimate child of a powerful conglomerate. Rumors spread that her success came from shady backroom deals. The entertainment industry buzzed with gossip, her reputation plummeted, and her mother’s health deteriorated.

That was when the head of the Zhao Corporation approached her with a report showing a 92% pheromone compatibility rate between her and Zhao Chaoxi. She promised that if she married Zhao Chaoxi, the company would sign her, promote her, and cover her mother’s staggering medical bills.

It was a marriage of pure convenience. She looked down on it—but she was desperate.

Believing the Zhao family had engineered her downfall, she turned cold to her wife after the wedding.

Five years later, after their secret marriage and her return to the top of the industry, tragedy struck. Her wife died in childbirth. When the head of the Zhao family wept over their daughter’s body and revealed the truth of that long-ago deal, Yuan Xiao’s regret came too late.

She had made too many mistakes.

But the dead could not return, and there was no medicine for remorse. On the way to Zhao Chaoxi’s funeral, the once-revered top Alpha crashed her car and died on the spot.

And now—here she was again, back at the beginning.

The moment she caught the scent of Zhao Chaoxi’s pheromones, Yuan Xiao’s body tensed, her mind blazing with a single thought:

All the regrets—I can still make them right!

She remembered their wedding night vividly. Back then, she had also inhaled that wild rose scent and been thrust into a sensitivity period. She hadn’t loved Zhao Chaoxi then—only hated her for forcing the marriage.

So, she had pinned Zhao Chaoxi against the wall, biting into the Omega’s delicate glands without mercy. Zhao Chaoxi had cried out in pain—she’d bitten too hard.

Even now, Yuan Xiao’s canines itched, her knuckles burned with heat. She couldn’t deny it—the taste of the only Omega she had ever marked was intoxicating.

But now, on the long road of repentance, Yuan Xiao heard Zhao Chaoxi sigh and froze like a startled animal. She shot to her feet at once.

Never again. No more stupid mistakes!

You can do this! You’re the best Alpha there is!

Zhao Chaoxi looked up to see Yuan Xiao standing stiffly, face cold and voice firm as steel.

“I’ll go get you an inhibitor. Right now.”

The bewildered Omega blinked in confusion, her expression crumpling.

Zhao Chaoxi, small and wronged, felt like a ball of pure grievance.

So, she really does hate me that much?