After Transmigrating Into the Scummy Alpha’s Rebirth Story - Chapter 5

Was Yuan Xiao a goddess? Zhao Chaoxi didn’t know. But based on the plot summary she’d read, the word well-behaved didn’t suit Yuan Xiao at all. Right now, she was definitely setting up a huge challenge.

Zhao Chaoxi tugged at her hair in frustration, pressed her fingers to the “Devil’s Notes,” and dialed the number.

By the third ring, the call connected.

Yuan Xiao’s voice came through the receiver, close enough to make Zhao Chaoxi’s ears tingle:

“Hey? Hang in there a bit, I’ll go get a suppressant.”

God, this person! Why so stubborn?

Zhao Chaoxi forced herself to calm down, softening her voice. “I don’t want a suppressant. We’re married—don’t Alphas usually mark their Omegas?”

Silence on the other end. Ten seconds of it, so still that not even a breath could be heard. Zhao Chaoxi briefly panicked—had Yuan Xiao hung up because she couldn’t handle it?

She glanced at her phone. The screen still read calling.

Confused, Zhao Chaoxi asked, “Hello? Yuan Xiao? Can you hear me? Hello? Where are you? Did you get lost?”

What Zhao Chaoxi didn’t know was that Yuan Xiao had just changed clothes, rushed out of the villa, and searched for the nearest 24-hour convenience store. Only now had she gotten into the car, not even turning on the ignition yet.

Having experienced an Omega’s heat period before, Yuan Xiao knew she’d been forced into an early susceptibility period. She’d bitten her lower lip until it bled, expending almost superhuman effort just to restrain her Alpha instincts and not do anything inappropriate to Zhao Chaoxi.

Now that she’d reined in her pheromones and planned everything carefully, the call came through.

Twenty minutes round-trip: just enough time for Zhao Chaoxi to hold on until Yuan Xiao returned. And since the villa was empty today, there was no risk of other Alphas detecting the alluring pheromones of Zhao Chaoxi’s heat period.

The wild rose effect, completely overwhelming.

Hearing that soft, tender voice making such a straightforward marking request, Yuan Xiao simply couldn’t hold back.

Who could resist that?

She fell into silence, conflicted.

She’d originally wanted to love her wife carefully, to make up for everything Zhao Chaoxi had missed, to take it slow—start with building feelings, dating, things like that.

But now, she thought differently.

If her partner had this need, she wasn’t incapable. As long as she was gentle and restrained herself a little, surely it wouldn’t be too bad.

And really, starting with dating didn’t necessarily conflict with marking.

After running through all these thoughts, only a few seconds had passed.

When Zhao Chaoxi’s voice came again over the phone, asking anxiously, Yuan Xiao could no longer resist. Her throat went dry; she fought to suppress the excitement racing through her body, heart pounding wildly—but she answered.

“I’m not lost. I’m thinking about life.”

There was a pause. Zhao Chaoxi exhaled deeply. “Stop thinking. Married people have to fulfill their wifely duties. Be a good girl, help me out, will you?”

So obedient. So pitiful.

Yuan Xiao’s Alpha instincts surged; she gritted her teeth. “Are you sure? You want me to mark you?”

Zhao Chaoxi, sitting on the bed holding the phone, wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Wasn’t Alpha supposed to be the dominant, possessive type? She was obviously teasing—so why was Yuan Xiao making this so complicated?

Zhao Chaoxi rolled her eyes, baring her teeth. “I’m definitely sure!”

Keep hesitating like this, and I’m going to die from heat right here. Who wants to go through this torment over and over? No, no!

Just as Zhao Chaoxi was about to yell into the phone, “Hurry up and come mark me!”, Yuan Xiao finally let out a small “Mm” and said, “I’m coming back right away.”

Waiting felt endless.

On one hand, Zhao Chaoxi was tormented by the high heat of her body; on the other, Yuan Xiao had agreed to mark her. Thinking of that face, Zhao Chaoxi didn’t know whether to feel happy or upset.

Before she transmigrated into the book, she hadn’t exactly been an irredeemable villain. At least, she thought so herself.

Love forbidden by law was doomed to fail.

Couldn’t people just enjoy what they could, while they could?

She liked girls. Soft, delicate appearances; refined features; sweet smiles; curves in all the right places; thoughtful little quirks; all kinds of interesting personalities. Girls were human treasures.

So adorable.

She loved whispering sweet words to girls, cherishing them in her hands. What was wrong with that? She just couldn’t formalize a relationship, to avoid the heartbreak of inevitable failure.

After all, the first love she’d thrown herself into hadn’t survived the test of the world.

Sigh.

Zhao Chaoxi exhaled, still alone, muttering to herself.

“My heart’s getting old, starting to grieve over spring and fall. It’s just a mission. Just a mission. The regrets I couldn’t satisfy in real life, at least the book can let me make up a little.”

Yuan Xiao came rushing back.

She vaguely heard Zhao Chaoxi talking outside, though she couldn’t catch the exact words. Worried that her wife wouldn’t be able to handle the heat and would get dazed, she kicked the door open with a loud bang.

The surprise was sudden.

Zhao Chaoxi tumbled forward, landing on her knees again.

When Yuan Xiao entered, she saw Zhao Chaoxi lifting her tearful face, sitting with her knees hugged close.

“You.” Are you okay?

“I.” Damn it, Yuan Xiao! I’m not done feeling sad yet!

Facing each other, one seated, one frozen in place, they locked eyes. In perfect, mutual understanding, neither spoke.

After a pause of two or three seconds, Yuan Xiao bent down, looping one arm under Zhao Chaoxi’s knees and the other around her back, lifting her up effortlessly.

“The floor’s cold. I’ll take you to bed.”

Zhao Chaoxi’s curse died in her throat.

Ahhh!

When had anyone ever princess-carried her? Though she hadn’t yet shared such intimate closeness with a girl before, she had always believed herself to be the composed, dominant Zhao.

But now, at thirty years old, her face flushed bright red, like a Red Fuji apple. Embarrassed beyond belief, she immediately shut her eyes, feeling all the heat of her body rising to her cheeks—so hot, she could fry an egg on her face!

Being carried like a princess, Zhao Chaoxi thought hazily: the knees I offered earlier, maybe I can give them again.

What a humiliating act!

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Stepping into the bedroom, steeped in wild rose pheromones, holding her wife, Yuan Xiao’s Alpha wine-like pheromones surged uncontrollably.

Yet Yuan Xiao didn’t notice any of Zhao Chaoxi’s discomfort. She naturally assumed it was normal for an Omega in heat to flush all over.

Tilting her head slightly, she whispered gently by Zhao Chaoxi’s ear:

“Hang on, once I finish marking you, it’ll be over.”