Reborn as the Heartless Alpha - Chapter 5

After glaring furiously at the reflection on the ceiling mirror for a long moment, Song Yi belatedly realized that her appearance was nearly identical to that of the original scumbag Alpha.

Both had high, straight nose bridges and sharp, well-defined facial features, a somewhat severe look. The difference lay in their demeanor and style.

In her original world, Song Yi had been a true career woman cold, unyielding, and constantly navigating business circles. Her most frequent attire had been formal suits, deliberately downplaying her femininity. In this regard, the scumbag Alpha Song Yi was different. To charm potential lovers, the scumbag often concealed the dominant Alpha traits behind a facade of gentleness, a mask so habitual that it allowed effortless maneuvering among all three ABO types.

The so-called “gentle blade, each strike lethal” Song Yi felt this phrase perfectly described the original scumbag Alpha, both literally and figuratively.

She stared at her own eyes for a long while. Just as described in the novel, the scumbag Song Yi also possessed a pair of flawlessly shaped phoenix eyes, naturally alluring and commanding. But the scumbag had softened them with makeup, the exact opposite of Song Yi’s habit of elongating her eyeliner to enhance her presence.

This, however, didn’t bother Song Yi. Now free from those pressures and burdens, she was happy to shed the pretense, even willing to let some warmth show.

Her neck ached from tilting her head back for so long, so she lowered her gaze and saw Zhou Zhou sleeping peacefully under the calming influence of her pheromones.

For now, the colorful lights reflected from the ceiling mirror continued to flicker, and Song Yi’s hand remained pressed over Zhou Zhou’s eyelids, unable to withdraw just yet. She had no choice but to leave it there.

Perhaps due to the heat cycle, Zhou Zhou’s skin was slightly warmer than usual, and the faint rise and fall of her breathing against Song Yi’s palm sent a ticklish sensation through her.

Song Yi averted her eyes from Zhou Zhou’s face and looked back up at the mirror. Tentatively, she commanded, “Off.”

Instantly, the lights vanished, and the mirror reverted to a plain white ceiling, stripping away the nightclub ambiance and restoring the room to its proper state.

Song Yi withdrew her hand from Zhou Zhou’s eyes and stood up awkwardly, flexing her fingers unconsciously as they fell to her sides.

She was hungry. She wanted to eat.

After one last glance at Zhou Zhou and releasing another wave of pheromones to saturate the room with the rich scent of red wine, Song Yi closed the door and hurried downstairs.

She told herself that hunger demanded to be addressed or perhaps it was just an excuse to temporarily escape the room that might once again cloud her judgment.

Before transmigrating into the novel, Song Yi had been working overtime, having gone the entire day without a proper meal. Such habits had given her stomach problems at a young age. Now, she couldn’t tell if her hunger was psychological or physical.

Reaching the second floor, she noticed the door to the earlier room was still open. She stepped inside, returning the handcuffs, shackles, and gag to their original positions on the wall. As she bent down, she caught sight of a small knife lying forgotten in the corner.

Song Yi crouched to examine it, the very knife she had given Zhou Zhou for self-defense before marking her.

The crescent-shaped blade lay there undisturbed, proof that Zhou Zhou had never even considered defending herself against her.

Song Yi paused for a moment before placing the knife back in its proper place and leaving the room. As she closed the door behind her, her footsteps down the stairs felt heavier.

She headed straight for the kitchen and opened the fridge, which was stocked with high-end ingredients none of which she had the slightest idea how to cook.

Thinking about her own disastrous cooking skills, Song Yi instinctively shook her head. She closed the refrigerator dedicated to vegetables in front of her and opened another one instead, which contained fresh fruits. Unable to find any cherries, she took out a box of yellow seedless watermelon, speared a piece with a toothpick, and popped it into her mouth. It was quite sweet, though eating something cold on an empty stomach wasn’t the most comfortable.

After just one piece, she set it aside and went to look for her phone.

This world’s technological level was about the same as her original one, with food delivery and express services just as convenient.

Not finding it in her trouser pockets, Song Yi tried to recall, she hadn’t seen it in the rooms on the second or third floors either. Giving up the search, she decided to cook for herself. So, what if it tasted bad? She was the only one eating it anyway.

Among the fresh ingredients, she barely managed to find a bundle of dried noodles with a relatively longer shelf life. She boiled some broth, tossed in the noodles, chopped some scallions, added two eggs, and finally, with great restraint, sprinkled in a pinch of salt.

This time, she was extra cautious, but the result still didn’t taste quite right. Still, it was an improvement compared to before. She took a sip of the hot broth, then endured the rest of the meal with a pained expression. Just as she was finishing, she heard a phone ringtone coming from the living room.

The rhythm was fast and energetic fitting for the original scumbag Alpha’s style.

Following the sound, Song Yi quickly found the phone inside the gray suit jacket draped over the sofa.

The case was gold-plated and blindingly flashy. Frowning, she sat on the sofa, removed the gaudy cover, and checked the caller ID.

The screen displayed the name “Lu Yu.” Song Yi remembered that Lu Yu was cut from the same cloth as the original owner right before bringing Zhou Zhou here, the scumbag Alpha had just come out of a club with Lu Yu.

Song Yi didn’t answer, letting the call end automatically.

She opened the contacts list and scrolled through, her gaze settling on Ding Chen, her personal physician in charge of her health. She dialed the number.

Ding Chen was in the middle of exercising on a treadmill when she unexpectedly received a call from her employer.

She had been overseeing Song Yi’s health for 20 years, and this was the first time Song Yi had ever reached out proactively. Previously, she had only conducted weekly routine checkups to ensure Song Yi’s body was in optimal condition.

Pausing the treadmill, she answered the call, only to be stunned when Song Yi asked about the precautions for an omega whose heat had been forcibly triggered early due to maturation agents, especially after receiving a temporary mark from an alpha. Song Yi also inquired whether suppressants and high-strength scent blockers could be used.

“A physical examination is necessary to determine the specifics. Improper use of maturation agents can have severe consequences for an omega. No matter what, Miss Song, please refrain from touching her for now.”

Having been Song Yi’s personal physician for so long, Ding Chen was well aware of her usual behavior. While she normally turned a blind eye to Song Yi’s degrading “play” with omegas doing her best to treat their injuries during weekly checkups, improper use of maturation agents could disrupt an underdeveloped omega’s pheromones, leading to lifelong instability and loss of control.

Song Yi could clearly sense the implicit yet strong accusation in Dr. Ding’s words. The doctor was standing up for Zhou Zhou. Far from feeling wronged or resentful about being blamed, Song Yi was actually glad that someone in this world disapproved of the original scumbag Alpha’s actions.

“I understand. Please come over as soon as possible, Dr. Ding.”

After hanging up, Ding Chen still felt a bit dazed. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Song Yi seemed different today.

Song Yi had no intention of maintaining the original scumbag Alpha persona and wasn’t worried about raising suspicions. After all, a change in temperament was far more acceptable than having one’s soul replaced by a transmigrator. There were countless reasons for a personality shift, it wasn’t unheard of for villains to suddenly have a change of heart.

After contacting the doctor, Song Yi remembered that Zhou Zhou might be hungry when she woke up, so she quickly opened a food delivery app and ordered a variety of dishes before hurrying upstairs.

Her steps were rushed, carrying an urgency she herself didn’t notice.

The moment she pushed open the door, she suddenly saw Zhou Zhou sitting up in bed, swift as a silhouette, her clear eyes fixed on Song Yi with deep dependence.

Song Yi was dazed for a moment but only a moment.

During such a sensitive period, it was perfectly normal for an Omega to feel dependent on the Alpha who had marked her.

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