Transmigrated as the Disabled Alpha Wife of the Black Moonlight and She Said She Loves Me - Chapter 30.2

Wang Baobao raised his glass. “Cheers, Dada! Huito, Zhenzhen, and Softie all owe you. Because of your sacrifice, our team secured an overwhelming victory. Being such a pushover was actually a great thing!”

Ruan Nianning couldn’t hold back. “Jianan, you’re actually that weak?”

Huo Jianan: “Thanks a lot, Wang Baobao.”

“So what happened after that? Why did that man hit Jianan?”

“I’m not sure. The people from his private room came out and took him away. Zhenzhen’s friend, the bar owner, arrived and got the full story. A woman was furious—probably his girlfriend. She called him a lunatic, broke up with him on the spot. His friends said he’d probably had too much to drink and acted impulsively. Miss Huo was meeting everyone for the first time. Did he lose his mind and throw a punch?”

Huo Jianan turned to Ruan Nianning with a look that said, See? I told you I didn’t do anything to Zou Xiaojing.

Ruan Nianning shot her a reproachful glance before placing a piece of grilled lamb chop, Jianan’s favorite, onto her plate.

Huo Jianan happily munched on the lamb chop and chatted for a while, but as the evening wore on, she began to feel restless and slightly feverish, her spirits flagging. She propped her head up with one hand, slouching at the table, taking occasional sips from her drink.

Ruan Nianning noticed her discomfort. “What’s wrong, Jianan?”

Huo Jianan shook her head. “I’m a little drowsy and stuffy.”

Wang Baobao chimed in, “Her delicate frame can’t take much. Rushing to catch that flight must have worn her out.”

Huo Jianan raised her leg as if to kick her, then suddenly remembered she couldn’t move her legs anymore—she was confined to a wheelchair.

“Nonsense! Am I that weak? I’m an S-rank Alpha!”

“Fine, fine, you’re an Alpha, an S-rank Alpha. You win! Sister-in-law, let’s go back to the hotel. She’s in no condition to keep you up any longer.”

Ruan Nianning pushed her wheelchair forward, leaned down, and gently patted Huo Jianan’s shoulder. “Jianan, we’re heading back to the hotel.”

“Mm.” Huo Jianan suddenly gripped the hand resting on her shoulder, capturing the pale wrist in her palm. She turned her face away, her hair cascading down her smooth cheek to veil her elegant profile, leaving only her hazy eyes visible.

Huo Jianan cradled her hand, pressing a soft kiss to the luminous back of her palm.

It was the first time since their marriage that Huo Jianan had taken the initiative to show such intimacy.

The moist lips, still warm, felt like a scald against Ruan Nianning’s hand. Even her heart seemed to tremble. “Stop teasing.”

Wang Baobao stood nearby, wearing a smug, mischievous grin. “Dada, we’re not at the hotel yet. Just hang on a little longer.”

Huo Jianan startled, realizing what she had just done. Her face stiffened, and an apology was already on her lips. But then she remembered she was married to Wolfie—would saying “sorry” feel a little strange? She swallowed the words back down, straightened her posture, and sat properly.

Back at the hotel, Huo Jianan felt even worse—her body burning with fever, her throat dry and parched. She asked the hotel for another bottle of red wine.

Ruan Nianning poured her a glass of water. “Jianan, drink some water instead of wine.”

Huo Jianan shook her head. “I don’t want water. Water won’t help. I want wine.”

Ruan Nianning watched her with concern. She set down the water cup and helped her lie down on the bed. “Did you wear too little today? Did you catch a cold?”

Huo Jianan’s head was hot, her thoughts growing hazy. “No way. I wasn’t cold earlier.”

“But you’re feverish now, aren’t you?” Ruan Nianning sat before the bed, reaching out to touch her forehead.

Her hand, slightly cool to the touch, felt faintly warm at the center.

Huo Jianan, half-asleep with her eyes closed, was captivated by the scent on Wolfie’s hand. She leaned forward, her nose reaching out as if drawn by a magnet to the palm. To Ruan Nianning, she looked like an endearingly dazed puppy desperate to be close to its owner.

Since their marriage, Huo Jianan’s personality had undergone a remarkable transformation, becoming increasingly childlike and innocent.

Ruan Nianning withdrew her hand, patted Jianan’s cheek, and got up to fetch a thermometer from the hotel. Relieved to find that Jianan didn’t have a fever, she gently tucked the blanket around her, her voice softening unconsciously. “Jianan, get some rest.”

Huo Jianan mumbled a soft “mm” in response, tucking her chin deeper into the blankets until only her small, adorable nose remained visible, breathing evenly.

Under the warm glow of the orange floor lamp, Ruan Nianning sat at the head of the bed, silently gazing at Jianan’s delicate face. Perhaps due to her discomfort, the exposed half of her face seemed even fairer and more vulnerable than usual.

Soft and harmless, like a cute white ball of cotton candy, she looked so adorable that anyone who saw her would melt.

Ruan Nianning couldn’t help but recall how, after their marriage, Huo Jianan had shed her former stubbornness and bitterness, her self-reproach and resentment. She had become more cheerful, more gentle, and even a little forgetful. Yet she had stood up for Nianning, fighting to secure her acting opportunities, accompanying her on family visits, and never once forcing any intimate acts upon her. Instead, it was Nianning who had repeatedly bullied her.

Ruan Nianning gazed at the sleeping figure on the bed, her lips curving into a smile. After an indeterminate amount of time, she sighed softly, “Jianan, what am I to do with you? Why must you be Huo Zhujun’s daughter?”

After bathing and drying her hair, Ruan Nianning returned to the bedroom. Huo Jianan lay quietly on the spacious bed, still lost in a peaceful dream.

Ruan Nianning straightened her strapless nightgown, smoothed her hair, and slipped under the covers. Afraid to disturb Jianan’s sleep, she deliberately kept her distance and reached out to turn off the light.

Darkness enveloped the room, and silence settled in with the darkness.

Soon, drowsiness overcame Ruan Nianning. Her cold, refined face turned unconsciously toward Huo Jianan, her soft hair spreading across the snow-white pillow. She slept, pillowed upon a snowy expanse strewn with dark locks.

Huo Jianan caught a whiff of a pleasant fragrance, its delicate threads drifting into her nose—a scent so familiar.

Could it be that Xiaoman forgot to move the night-blooming jasmine outside? Huo Jianan wondered.

No, that couldn’t be it. She took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma lingering in the air. This wasn’t the scent of the night-blooming jasmine.

This fragrance was sweeter, softer, and more alluring than that.

Unable to resist, Huo Jianan edged closer to the source of the scent, inch by inch. The aroma grew stronger, its allure more intoxicating. Her heart raced, her breath quickened. This scent held a fatal attraction for her; she wanted to inhale it deeply, kiss it, swallow it whole.

With a click, the light came on.

Ruan Nianning opened her eyes to find Huo Jianan hovering mere inches from her face, their noses almost touching.

She brushed the stray hair from Huo Jianan’s face and recoiled in surprise. Jianan’s clear, bright eyes were now hazy and unfocused, her cheeks flushed an unnatural crimson that even extended to the corners of her eyes. Ruan Nianning reached out to touch her forehead—it was scalding hot.

“Jianan, Jianan, what’s wrong, hmm?”

A searing pair of lips descended, silencing her with a kiss.

The lips pressed against hers were alarmingly hot, their breath scorching her face. A nimble tongue teased at her mouth, eager to part her lips. Huo Jianan’s kiss was aggressively possessive, leaving her no room to breathe.

Ruan Nianning seemed to catch the scent of sunlight—the warm, comforting aroma of blankets dried in the winter sun, soft and fluffy.

Huo Jianan instinctively sought the pheromones on Ruan Nianning’s tongue, devouring them hungrily, then demanding more…

Ruan Nianning couldn’t withstand this Alpha’s assault. Her body burned hotter and hotter, even the nape of her neck growing warm, her glands swelling painfully.

Ruan Nianning was startled. Was she entering her passive heat? But she didn’t detect the scent of wormwood in the air.

Soon, coherent thought became impossible. Huo Jianan’s kisses consumed her, her fiery breath enveloping her as her body went limp, drained of all strength, her mind reeling in a haze of heat.

Almost instinctively, Ruan Nianning wrapped her snow-white arms, delicate as tender lotus roots, around Jianan’s neck, pulling her closer as their lips entwined hungrily.

Outside, the occasional sound of passing vehicles broke the silence. Inside the room, only the sound of their rapid breathing and passionate kisses filled the air.

At some point, the two on the bed had become entangled in each other’s limbs.

The poor nightgown lay crumpled and wrinkled, exposing a swath of pink-tinged skin across Ruan Nianning’s chest. Yet she felt no chill. Instead, she burned with heat, as if melting from the inside out. Her throat was parched, every pore on her body craving more of the sun’s warmth.

Huo Jianan’s kisses moved from Ruan Nianning’s lips to her cheeks, chin, and finally settled on her slender neck, where the intoxicating scent grew stronger. She kissed with fervent urgency, as if savoring a rare delicacy, her teeth itching with need. Only the sensation of grinding against the delicate skin brought her some relief.

A hand slipped beneath Ruan Nianning’s skirt, its scalding palm caressing the soft, delicate skin. Both women’s hearts skipped a beat at the contact.

Ruan Nianning let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms tightly around Huo Jianan, and suddenly bit down on her shoulder.

Huo Jianan hissed in pain, startled awake by the sharp bite. The sting on her shoulder cleared her bloodshot, hazy vision slightly.

Looking down at Ruan Nianning, her body a vision of erotic beauty beneath her, her snow-white face flushed crimson, her skin glowing with a roseate blush, and her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress—

Huo Jianan’s face burned. She quickly averted her gaze, only to realize her own hand was shamelessly wedged under Ruan Nianning’s skirt.

Fully awake now, she yanked her hand out and bolted upright.

The sudden movement sent a dizzying needle through her brain, but the urge to pin Wolfie down, to dominate her, to wrench her body around and sink her teeth into the nape of her neck, grew stronger.

Huo Jianan was both shocked and ashamed. Having read the health pamphlets, she knew exactly what this meant—she actually wanted to mark Wolfie.

“Mmm… where are you going…” Ruan Nianning murmured, her face flushed crimson, her eyes unfocused as she pressed her soft body against Huo Jianan’s back, her chest shamelessly pressing against her back, rubbing against her.

Huo Jianan’s heart raced, her blood boiling. She panted heavily, grinding her teeth in frustration. She wanted to dominate Wolfie, to bite her gland, to mark her completely.

No! If she marked Wolfie, the girl would hate her! She had come here to seek revenge; how could she willingly let her enemy’s daughter mark her?

Huo Jianan clenched her teeth, gripping the quilt beneath her tightly, clinging to the last shred of clarity in her mind. She dared not lose control.

“Jianan…” Ruan Nianning wrapped her snow-white arms around her, squeezing so tightly it felt like she was trying to meld their flesh together. She bit Huo Jianan’s earlobe, licking and nibbling, then moved on to kiss her cheek and neck.

Her hot breath, carrying the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine, puffed against Huo Jianan’s neck with each kiss…

Huo Jianan shivered violently, suddenly realizing something. She reached back and touched the nape of her neck. It was swollen alarmingly, feeling damp to the touch—the Alpha’s pheromones had become so concentrated they were seeping out as a liquid.

Jianan was startled. No wonder she felt feverish and uncomfortable, parched and thirsty—she had entered her Rut!

So Ruan Nianning is like this… Could it be that the Alpha’s pheromones have triggered her Heat?

Huo Jianan pinched her arm hard, the pain nearly making her cry out. The sharp sting cleared her head somewhat. She quickly pulled Ruan Nianning’s hand away and pressed her back down onto the bed.

Seeing Nianning sway unsteadily, trying to move closer, Jianan quickly grabbed her hand. With her other hand, she picked up the cup on the table and offered it to her. “Good girl, drink some water.”

In a dazed state, Ruan Nianning drank nearly half the cup.

After swallowing half the cup of water, Ruan Nianning settled down a little, still lying limp on the bed, breathing hotly.

Huo Jianan knew that an Omega in Heat desperately needed a Suppressant Patch. She hurriedly tried to get out of bed, but her hands were trembling so badly that she nearly fell. She managed to grab onto the wheelchair in time, but then, in a cruel twist of fate, she bumped her head against the armrest—right where she’d been struck yesterday.

Ignoring the pain, Huo Jianan hurriedly opened the window. The fresh, slightly chilly air rushed in, dispersing much of the Night Fragrance’s scent that had filled the room.

Huo Jianan took deep breaths of the cold, fresh air. As it filled her lungs, she felt a sudden surge of energy.

She turned to rummage through Wolfie’s handbag. Omegas typically carry Suppressant Patches and Blocker Patches when they go out, to protect themselves from accidentally entering Heat if they encounter an Alpha with out-of-control pheromones. Since Wolfie was an Omega still filming on a busy set, she must keep Suppressant Patches with her at all times.

Sure enough, Huo Jianan found an Omega-use Suppressant Patch and a Blocker Patch in the inner lining of the handbag.

She took out the Suppressant Patch, returned to the bed, and turned Ruan Nianning over. Gently lifting the long hair at the back of her neck, she exposed the swollen, red gland, blooming like a flower. Pheromones had already seeped from the gland, condensing into droplets that dampened her hair.

The overwhelming Night Fragrance hit Huo Jianan like a wave. Her eyes widened, her heart raced, and the urge to bite down—a primal impulse—rose with unprecedented intensity. Holding her breath, she gritted her teeth, tore open the patch’s packaging, and pressed it firmly against the gland. Then, she helped Wolfie lie back down and tucked her in.

After finishing everything, Huo Jianan turned her wheelchair away from the bed and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

Wolfie had used a Suppressant Patch, but what about her?

She’d reviewed the original host’s medical records. Logically, the next Rut period should have been in half a month. Why had it suddenly advanced, starting now?

Could it be because of her transmigration?

Huo Jianan stopped thinking about it. She only had one question: What should she do?

Wolfie had a Suppressant Patch, but she didn’t. Without one, she’d have to endure it tonight.

Stay calm, breathe fresh air, relax—Huo Jianan recalled the advice from the health pamphlet on how to alleviate agitation during an Alpha’s Rut.

Slowly regulate your breathing, try to find other ways to divert your attention.

Other ways?

A sudden idea struck her. She opened her suitcase, rummaged through it, and found the leg treatment medication. Without hesitation, she injected herself in both legs.

Ten minutes later, intense pain radiated through her entire body. Under the tearing agony, all the lingering fantasies in her mind vanished like smoke.

Damn it, only pain! This is more effective than any suppressant spray or patch!

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