Reborn as the Heartless Alpha - Chapter 8

Alpha’s gentle, laughter-laced voice drifted into her ears Miss Song was genuinely asking about her preferences, not just making polite conversation.

Zhou Zhou’s heart raced suddenly, as if a lively little rabbit had taken up residence inside her chest at some point.

Her gaze flickered between the three images on the phone screen in front of her, and Miss Song showed no sign of rushing her, merely leaning forward slightly, waiting quietly for her response.

The phone lay cradled in Miss Song’s palm, and Zhou Zhou’s mind wandered for a moment before she quickly snapped back to reality, her face warming.

“I like this one.”

Zhou Zhou finally made her decision, lightly tapping the middle image with her index finger.

“Alright.” Song Yi smiled and withdrew the phone.

The three villas had similar internal layouts, differing mainly in their decor styles. The first resembled a medieval European castle, evoking a sense of weight and mystery. The second, the one Zhou Zhou had chosen had a more Chinese aesthetic, with bright, warm tones that made it feel cozy. The third had a slightly rough steampunk vibe, its interior bizarre and chaotic, reminding Song Yi of a nightclub.

“Just as I thought.” Song Yi chuckled. She had guessed Zhou Zhou would pick this one.

Zhou Zhou glanced up, and their eyes met. Only then did they realize how close they were. Earlier, Song Yi had kept inching forward to let Zhou Zhou see better, and now their heads were nearly touching.

Song Yi paused, watching as Zhou Zhou quickly leaned back, creating space between them. The faint, sweet scent of cherries at the tip of her nose dissipated.

I should buy some cherries, Song Yi thought.

Zhou Zhou pressed against the raised backrest of the bed, with nowhere else to retreat. Miss Song hadn’t done anything so why was her heart pounding so wildly?

Before she could figure it out, Miss Song leaned in again.

“Your face is so red are you feeling unwell?”

Zhou Zhou held her breath. Miss Song’s slender, pale fingers nearly brushed her cheek but stopped for some reason.

Instead, they moved upward, four fingers pressing together as the back of her hand lightly touched Zhou Zhou’s forehead before withdrawing to touch her own.

“Good, your temperature is normal. Nothing unusual.” Song Yi lowered her hand.

“It’s getting late. Let’s move over there as soon as possible so you can rest properly.”

Song Yi was completely unaware that Zhou Zhou’s flushed face might have any cause other than a fever. She stood to retrieve the suppressants and scent-blocking patches Dr. Ding had left behind.

She didn’t see Zhou Zhou, still sitting on the bed, raise her hands to pat her burning cheeks.

By the time Song Yi returned with the suppressants and patches, Zhou Zhou had already lowered her hands, head bowed as if lost in thought.

Song Yi sat beside her again, holding a suppressant syringe, and asked softly, “Are you afraid of needles?”

Zhou Zhou shook her head. Her hands emerged from under the blanket, rolling up the right sleeve of her long-sleeved shirt to expose her arm, as if ready for the injection.

Her fair, jade-like arm, tinged with a faint blush, lay bare before Song Yi. Song Yi took hold of it, the needle hovering just a millimeter from Zhou Zhou’s skin yet for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to pierce it.

A thought flashed through her mind: How could anyone bear to puncture such a beautiful arm with a needle?

“Miss Song?”

Zhou Zhou’s puzzled voice pulled Song Yi back from her strange musings. “Is there something wrong with my arm?”

“No,” Song Yi denied immediately. The problem was entirely hers.

“Bear with it, it’ll be over soon.”

Song Yi waited until Zhou Zhou closed her eyes before steeling herself to administer the injection. Once the suppressant was fully injected, she withdrew the needle and pressed a cotton swab against the tiny wound, her hands trembling slightly.

She realized what had felt off she had no experience giving injections, yet she’d recklessly gone ahead with it. Thankfully, nothing had gone wrong.

The bleeding stopped quickly. Song Yi set aside the bloodied cotton swab and took out a scent-blocking patch.

Dr. Ding had prepared both regular and high-strength patches. After a brief hesitation, Song Yi chose a regular one for Zhou Zhou. Given her current stable condition, a high-strength patch might do more harm than good. Besides, it could be removed once they moved, so a regular one would suffice.

“Zhou Zhou, would you like to apply it yourself, or should I help you?” Song Yi held up the patch, seeking Zhou Zhou’s opinion.

Now that both of them were fully conscious, touching someone’s scent gland such an intimate area wasn’t something to be done lightly. But since applying it herself would be awkward, Song Yi decided to ask.

Zhou Zhou didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she lowered her head and swept her waterfall of silky black hair to one side, exposing the expanse of her snow-white neck. There, in the center of her nape, lay her scent gland translucent and soft like jelly completely unguarded before Song Yi.

Song Yi inhaled softly. She couldn’t understand why Zhou Zhou trusted her so much.

But she wasn’t the original scumbag Alpha. At the very least, she could ensure she didn’t betray Zhou Zhou’s trust or take advantage of her vulnerability.

Still, she had to admit that even in a sober state, Zhou Zhou’s scent gland held an intense allure for her. It was an uncontrollable physiological reaction. What she could control, however, were her actions her thoughts might stray, but her behavior wouldn’t.

She peeled open the small packaging of the scent-blocking patch and carefully pressed the bandage-sized patch onto Zhou Zhou’s nape, smoothing it gently with her fingertips. She could feel Zhou Zhou’s body tremble slightly, even shrinking away a little. Once it was applied, Song Yi immediately withdrew her hand.

Zhou Zhou lifted her head to look at her. Her usually clear eyes were now misty, as if she were on the verge of tears. But Zhou Zhou only sniffled lightly and said, “Thank you, Miss Song.”

Song Yi exhaled in relief. For a moment, when Zhou Zhou had looked up at her, she’d felt like the worst kind of villain.

Given Zhou Zhou’s sensitivity earlier, Song Yi selected a high-strength patch for herself. Without waiting for Zhou Zhou to speak, she quickly applied it to her own neck. As she packed up the box, she noticed Dr. Ding’s thoughtful arrangement.

“Miss Song’s use” and “Miss Zhou’s use” were clearly separated by a white line. In her earlier haste, Song Yi had missed the small note standing in the middle.

She chuckled. Dr. Ding really did know the original scumbag Alpha well.

There wasn’t much to pack here, so Song Yi only took her phone. Zhou Zhou had even less to bring. The two set off for the new villa together.

However, an omega in heat was weak and lethargic, making even walking difficult.

Song Yi stood by the bed, deep in thought, before finally sighing. “I didn’t think this through. Can you walk?”

This was Zhou Zhou’s first heat she had no prior experience to draw from. Hesitant to make assumptions, she only said, “I’ll try.”

Song Yi watched as Zhou Zhou pushed aside the blankets and swung her legs off the bed. There were no slippers, and just as Zhou Zhou was about to step onto the cold marble floor, Song Yi worried she’d catch a chill. Without hesitation, she scooped her up into her arms.

“Miss Song!” Zhou Zhou was startled, her hands instinctively wrapping around Song Yi’s neck out of fear, now unsure whether to let go or not.

Having already begun, Song Yi was the type to never look back once the arrow was loosed. She straightforwardly asked the person in her arms, “Is it alright if I carry you over?”

“Mm.” Zhou Zhou lowered her head and softly agreed.

If at first Zhou Zhou had been uncertain whether she could walk and was willing to try, now that she was nestled in Miss Song’s embrace, she had completely lost all strength. She could only agree and more than that, she wanted to agree.

This was a rare beautiful dream in her otherwise bleak life. Just for a few days, let her indulge in this dream. When she woke from it, the days ahead wouldn’t seem so unbearable at least she would have been illuminated once.

Song Yi carried Zhou Zhou out of the room, her mind preoccupied with quickly reaching the other villa that hadn’t been tainted by the original scumbag Alpha. Little did she know the omega in her arms was lost in wild fancies.

When they reached the first floor, just before stepping out, Song Yi paused at the concealed walk-in closet by the entryway. Glancing down at Zhou Zhou’s exposed delicate feet, she pressed a switch and walked in, intending to find her a pair of shoes.

Though the villa was cool and comfortable inside while the summer heat blazed outside, making it unlikely for bare feet to catch cold, Song Yi still wanted to find Zhou Zhou shoes. For some inexplicable reason, she didn’t want others to see Zhou Zhou’s beautiful bare feet even though night had already fallen and the villa area was nearly devoid of idle onlookers.

Zhou Zhou was seeing such a luxurious walk-in closet for the first time. Shoes alone occupied an entire wall, each pair housed in its own little cubicle encased in elegant glass boxes, more dazzling than any boutique window she’d ever passed by.

It felt like stepping into Cinderella’s world. As an ordinary girl, she was seeing Cinderella’s glass slippers but she was no Cinderella.

She assumed Miss Song was meticulously selecting a pair of shoes for this outing, perhaps a habit of the wealthy.

She watched quietly, neither speaking nor disturbing.

Finally, Miss Song stopped before a pair of lovely yet comfortable soft beige round-toe flats. Zhou Zhou pondered this size didn’t seem to match Miss Song’s feet.

Having found suitable shoes, Song Yi sat down on a brown leather sofa chair with Zhou Zhou in her arms, thinking to herself how the original owner was truly a scumbag Alpha shoes of all sizes could be found in this walk-in closet. The number of girls she’d wronged must be countless.

But it did conveniently allow her to find shoes for Zhou Zhou. As she bent down to put them on Zhou Zhou, who was now seated on her lap, a tidal wave of emotion surged in Zhou Zhou’s heart.

So, Miss Song had been looking for shoes for her all along.

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