Reborn as the Heartless Alpha - Chapter 3

Song Yi only realized how embarrassing her words were after saying them. She withdrew her hand and slightly averted her gaze from Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou needed enough time to think it over, to decide for herself whether she could truly trust her.

Honestly, when Zhou Zhou had said, “I believe you,” it had startled Song Yi.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the shock, but her heart had raced wildly.

Song Yi had once been born into a wealthy family, but that world grew more cutthroat by the day. Even with privilege, she had been forced into relentless competition. The school environment had been relatively simple, but after taking over the family company, things became far more complicated especially after her parents passed away one after another. The family members, the board executives they were all wolves and tigers. Truthfully, apart from her parents, Song Yi had never truly trusted anyone.

Yet here she was, on her very first day transmigrating into this book, receiving such precious trust so effortlessly from a fictional character, no less, a fragile omega who could be bullied and hurt by her at any moment.

Her feelings were indescribably complicated.

It was the pain in her wrists and ankles that snapped Song Yi out of her thoughts.

“Ah!”

She hissed in pain, her sharp, long eyebrows knitting together.

That scumbag Alpha Song Yi was truly inhuman! The transmigrated Song Yi cursed inwardly as she watched fresh blood inexplicably seep from her wrists and ankles.

She must have accidentally triggered something, the shackles, which hadn’t been pressing tightly against her skin and had some slack, suddenly sprouted black spikes that pierced into her flesh.

Having harmed herself multiple times before, Song Yi had grown somewhat numb to pain. But she never expected the original scumbag Alpha Song Yi to be this twisted.

It was horrifying to imagine what these restraints would do if used on a delicate omega.

Zhou Zhou was frightened too. She had initially intended to step forward and accept the kind Alpha’s temporary mark, but then she suddenly saw the Alpha bleeding.

As if sensing danger, she froze in place.

The room was far more spacious than Zhou Zhou had imagined. The floor-to-ceiling windows resembled transparent white walls, though upon closer inspection, they were covered by curtains except the curtains were completely sheer, allowing glaring light to flood in. Logically, that should have felt bright and safe.

But what Zhou Zhou felt more keenly was an eerie, unsettling atmosphere.

Perhaps it was the wall behind the Alpha, lined with dangerous tools, that created this oppressive mood, Zhou Zhou thought.

But it wasn’t just that. The bookshelf nearby, the circular waterbed in the center of the room, the desk by the window, and the red silk ribbons hanging in the corner, all of them seemed to exude a faint sense of strangeness.

Right now, the most normal and gentle thing in the room to Zhou Zhou was the Alpha bound by the shackles.

The Alpha before her leaned against the bookshelf, her head slightly lowered. The white light from the window cast over half her face, giving her a sharp, resolute kind of beauty.

Most importantly, apart from that near loss of control earlier, the Alpha had never forced her. Instead, she had been gentle and patient.

Unlike those malicious Alphas who only wanted to take her roughly.

Zhou Zhou took a deep breath, clenched her fingers, and cautiously approached the kind Alpha. She found a clean tissue in her pocket and pressed it against the Alpha’s wounds to stop the bleeding.

There was no way Song Yi wouldn’t notice Zhou Zhou’s actions.

She could clearly sense that Zhou Zhou had now completely let her guard down, allowing her pheromones to flow freely without any attempt to conceal them.

The early summer cherries seemed to have ripened further, their sweet fragrance lingering in the air. Song Yi felt as though she had stepped into a paradise of joy, yet she dared not indulge too recklessly. Allowing herself only a brief moment of indulgence, she let the scent glands on the back of her neck release a hint of the rich, wine-like pheromones unique to a powerful alpha just enough to envelop the cherry-like pheromones and prevent them from escaping the confines of the house before reining herself in.

“Zhou Zhou!”

Song Yi’s voice carried a tenderness she herself hadn’t noticed. With her free hand, she pulled the beautiful omega, who had been crouching before her and gently wiping the blood from her wounds, into her embrace.

Zhou Zhou stiffened, not daring to move, but she was willing to trust the alpha before her.

She had never known her parents. From the moment she could remember, she had been in an orphanage, growing up in a welfare institution and attending ordinary schools like any other child. The concept of mating during heat cycles had been vaguely explained by her biology teacher in middle school. Some of her classmates had presented early, even as early as middle school, but Zhou Zhou had been a late bloomer only presenting as an omega after her college entrance exams.

Long before her presentation, her striking beauty had already drawn the attention of several alphas. They had openly declared, “Zhou Zhou, no matter if you present as an alpha, beta, or omega, you won’t escape our grasp.”

Not long after presenting as an omega, Zhou Zhou was cornered in an alley and doused with a large amount of ripening agent.

Ripening agents were originally meant to aid those with abnormal growth and development, but the alphas who trapped her against the wall had shamelessly used this as an excuse. They claimed that since she had started school late nearly nineteen by the time she graduated high school she would be caught off guard and vulnerable if her heat suddenly struck in college.

The last coherent thought Zhou Zhou had before losing consciousness was: These alphas are the greatest danger I’ll ever face.

The world was cruel. Beauty left unprotected was a magnet for sin. She assumed they were only interested in her face.

Trembling, she clutched a rusted pencil sharpener’s knife, her only thought being to slash her own face.

One of the male alphas took a step back and sneered, “Zhou Zhou, you don’t actually think a little knife like that can take us all on, do you?”

Of course, Zhou Zhou knew it couldn’t. She just wanted to ruin her own beauty then these alphas would lose interest in her.

“What are you doing?”

A sharp command froze Zhou Zhou’s hand mid-motion and sent the alphas scattering, their expressions shifting dramatically.

“Miss Song!” The lead alpha’s voice suddenly turned fearful and ingratiating, while the others shrank back, too afraid to speak.

The newcomer was none other than the renowned Song Yi, a top-tier alpha, born into privilege, with abilities and resources that far surpassed anything they could hope to contend with.

“Get out of my sight!”

Zhou Zhou’s consciousness was already slipping, but her right hand still clutched the rusted knife, pressing it against her flawless cheek.

Had someone come to save her?

She lifted her head, straining to see through her blurred vision. All she could make out was a tall, straight-backed figure approaching and slowly crouching before her.

“Beauty is not a crime,” the person said gently.

Zhou Zhou didn’t know that what this person truly thought was: Beauty is not a crime, but it invites calamity.

To her, this was simply a kind-hearted savior.

The rusted little knife was casually taken away by the scumbag alpha Song Yi and tossed into a corner. Effortlessly lifting Zhou Zhou into her arms, she said softly, “I’ll take you home.”

Dazed and unprotesting, Zhou Zhou allowed the “kind-hearted alpha” scumbag Song Yi to carry her home.

At this moment, Zhou Zhou felt that the alpha seemed gentler than before.

Unaware that it was actually a different person.

Song Yi gently brushed aside the smooth black hair covering Zhou Zhou’s neck, her fingertips slowly tracing the delicate gland on the back of Zhou Zhou’s fair skin soft as jelly, tinged with a faint cherry-red hue. She was careful, afraid that even the slightest pressure might hurt the fragile omega.

Zhou Zhou shivered slightly, her anxious gaze darting toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

There were no adjacent buildings outside, but a hovercraft lingered in the air. The window and curtains were transparent, and she couldn’t tell if the people inside the hovering craft were watching the intimate scene unfolding in this room.

Her heart fluttered with unease. Just as she was about to ask the alpha, cool lips pressed against the nape of her neck.

“Zhou Zhou, I’m Song Yi.”

In the last flicker of clarity before succumbing to passion, Song Yi managed a hoarse introduction at least letting Zhou Zhou know who was giving her the temporary mark.

Her teeth carefully pierced the gland, and the overwhelming pleasure that shot straight to her skull nearly consumed Song Yi. Finally, she released her pheromones into Zhou Zhou rich red wine enveloping ripe cherries, blending into a complex, intoxicating fragrance.

Zhou Zhou melted completely, collapsing into Song Yi’s embrace, all thoughts of her earlier question forgotten. Her pink fingertips clutched the alpha’s silky shirt sleeve like a kitten’s claws, and the once-transparent curtains in her vision seemed to ripple with color, swaying gently.

Song Yi.

So, this gentle alpha was called Song Yi.

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