Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 45

Lu Jianbai appeared increasingly agitated. He shot a vicious glare at Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan, clenched his fists, and turned to leave. There were too many people around—if he continued pestering them, it would draw even more attention. Already, several people had started glancing in their direction.

Watching Lu Jianbai’s retreating figure, Shen Xian muttered, “What’s wrong with him? Why does he keep bothering you like that?”

Lin Qinghan glanced down at her hand, which was still looped through Shen Xian’s arm, and quickly let go. “Who knows? Let’s not worry about him. But why did you come so close just now?”

Shen Xian leaned in, teasing, “Didn’t you say I was clingy? Since you said that in front of him, I figured I’d play along and be a little clingy.”

Lin Qinghan gave her a light shove. “Cut it out. That was just for Lu Jianbai’s sake. Don’t take it so literally.”

Shen Xian grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Fine, then I’ll just be a little less clingy. Happy now?”

“Do whatever you want. I’m not going to stop you.” Lin Qinghan said dismissively, but as she spoke, she felt a faint heat building at the back of her neck. She reached up and pressed her fingers to the pheromone suppressant patch.

Shen Xian noticed the change in her expression and immediately moved closer. “What’s wrong?”

Lin Qinghan frowned slightly. “My gland feels a little… off. But I shouldn’t be entering heat for at least another week. Why would it start acting up now?” Her voice trembled slightly. If she really was going into heat early—and without an inhibitor injection—it wasn’t just Shen Xian she had to worry about. Surrounded by Alphas, if her pheromones got out of control, there was no telling what might happen. Just the thought of it drained the color from her face.

Shen Xian quickly understood how serious this was. Omega pheromones didn’t affect ordinary people, but to Alphas, they were highly provocative. Worse still, they were stuck at the mountaintop, at least an hour from the base. This wasn’t a tall mountain, so there was no cable car or transport system. And Lin Qinghan was already struggling to stand.

Shen Xian immediately supported her. “Qinghan, are you okay? Is your heat really starting early?”

Sweat beaded on Lin Qinghan’s forehead. She forced herself to stay upright and said weakly, “Shen Xian, take me somewhere more secluded.”

“Okay. Come on.” Shen Xian guided her toward the shaded, less frequented side of the summit. After about ten minutes, they reached a quiet spot with no one else around. Lin Qinghan was drenched in sweat, her T-shirt completely soaked.

Shen Xian took off her jacket and laid it on the ground, helping Lin Qinghan sit in her lap. Lin Qinghan trembled slightly, the gland at the nape of her neck already swollen and burning hot, pushing against the patch.

Shen Xian wrapped an arm around her and wiped her sweat with the other. “Qinghan? How are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot?” Her eyes were rimmed with red—an early heat induced by drugs was far worse than a natural one. And without inhibitors, the only way to soothe it was with her own pheromones.

She gently touched the back of Lin Qinghan’s neck. Her fingertips met blistering heat.

Lin Qinghan instinctively leaned into Shen Xian, her forehead resting on Shen Xian’s shoulder. Her sweat soaked through Shen Xian’s shirt. Shen Xian held her gently and whispered by her ear, “Qinghan, this is the only way. Let me help you, okay?”

Lin Qinghan’s weak hands clutched the hem of Shen Xian’s shirt. She nodded faintly.

Heart aching, Shen Xian embraced her tighter. She gently peeled away the pheromone suppressant patch from Lin Qinghan’s neck. The scent of osmanthus and dragon well tea instantly filled the air. Shen Xian brushed her own hair aside and slowly removed her own patch. The sweet orange fragrance from her neck was quickly wrapped up by Lin Qinghan’s overwhelming scent.

Shen Xian resisted the involuntary reactions triggered by the pheromones, directing her own toward Lin Qinghan’s gland in a gentle, soothing flow. They had exchanged pheromones before, but never during heat.

Now, Lin Qinghan’s intense, dominant scent clung fiercely to Shen Xian’s, and Shen Xian’s breathing grew ragged as her body reacted.

She bit her tongue to stay clear-headed. Lin Qinghan was suffering—she couldn’t lose control. Forcing her mind to stay sharp, Shen Xian recalled another method of soothing: puncturing the gland and injecting her own pheromones directly.

Lin Qinghan’s skin burned under her touch. Shen Xian gently moved her hair aside, revealing the reddened, swollen gland.

She hesitated briefly. Was it too much? Too intimate? But Lin Qinghan’s condition left no room for doubt. She leaned in, lips trembling slightly as they pressed against the heated skin. The moment she made contact, her lips were met with scalding warmth.

Lin Qinghan flinched at the touch, curling closer to Shen Xian. Shen Xian herself wasn’t faring much better—her body was reacting involuntarily. She opened her mouth, carefully bit down on the gland, and broke the skin just enough to allow her pheromones to enter.

The osmanthus dragon well scent surged around her, dizzying like catnip. But Shen Xian, even in her daze, focused on Lin Qinghan, letting her pheromones slowly flow in.

Lin Qinghan relaxed in her arms, gently rubbing her cheek against Shen Xian’s neck—an Omega’s instinctive response to comfort and safety. After five or six minutes, the gland’s temperature began to drop. Shen

Xian finally withdrew her lips. The mingling of sweet orange and osmanthus dragon well created a warm, unique fragrance in the air.

Her mind slowly cleared. She adjusted Lin Qinghan so she was nestled against her chest, one arm wrapped tightly around Shen Xian’s waist, face buried in her shoulder. Shen Xian felt an inexplicable warmth and tenderness bloom in her chest.

But there was no time to dwell on that. Heat made Omegas physically weak—and since Lin Qinghan’s heat had been forcibly induced, she was even more vulnerable. The wind on the mountain was strong. Shen

Xian wrapped Lin Qinghan in her jacket.

“Qinghan, do you feel any better?” she whispered in her ear.

“It hurts… Shen Xian, it still hurts…” Lin Qinghan’s voice was soft and tearful, tugging painfully at Shen Xian’s heart.

Why did everything bad always seem to find Qinghan? She hadn’t done anything to deserve this.

Shen Xian even began to wonder—if she hadn’t entered this world, would Lu Jianbai have really been the “righteous male lead”? What tricks had he used to end up with the original Lin Qinghan?

After days of finally seeing Lin Qinghan smiling again, hopeful again—now she was back in crisis.

Shen Xian exhaled slowly and coaxed gently, “It’s okay, Qinghan. I’m here. We’ll get to the hospital soon, alright?”

Influenced by Shen Xian’s pheromones, Lin Qinghan clung tightly to her, rubbing her face into her neck and murmuring softly, “Hurts…”

Shen Xian’s eyes reddened. She took two fresh suppressant patches from her bag and carefully applied them to both herself and Lin Qinghan. Then, she adjusted her grip and lifted Lin Qinghan onto her back.

“Hold on, Qinghan. We’re heading to the hospital. Just hang in there.”

“Mhm…” Lin Qinghan weakly nuzzled the back of her neck.

Shen Xian didn’t dare waste a second. The same path they’d used to climb the mountain was the fastest way down, so she retraced her steps back toward the summit platform.

Seeing Shen Xian with Lin Qinghan on her back, Han Rui immediately rushed over. “What happened?”

Shen Xian lowered her voice. “Someone drugged her—her heat started early. Can you contact the driver below? We need to get to a hospital now.”

“I’m on it.” Han Rui ran over to Director Zhao and said a few words. Director Zhao hurried over.

“How is she? Do you need a few guys to take turns carrying her? I’ve already called one of the buses to take you straight to the hospital,” he said.

“No need. I can manage. I’ll take Qinghan down now,” Shen Xian replied. As she spoke, her eyes flicked to where she had tossed her empty water bottle earlier—but the trash bag tied to the railing was gone.

Lin Qinghan’s condition was urgent. Shen Xian had no time to dwell on that. Carrying Lin Qinghan on her back, she started down the mountain. The trail was all stone steps and steep. Carrying someone made it even harder.

Director Zhao and Han Rui followed closely, unwilling to let them go alone.

A third of the way down, Shen Xian was already drenched in sweat. But with the unconscious Lin Qinghan still on her back, she gritted her teeth and kept going.

Han Rui, watching anxiously, said, “Do you want to rest a bit? If you keep going like this, you’ll end up in the hospital too.”

Shen Xian shook her head. “There’s no time. She’s in too much pain. I have to hurry.”

Director Zhao and Han Rui could only follow, worried. Watching Shen Xian push herself this hard for Lin Qinghan, Han Rui was deeply moved—Shen Xian truly cared for her.

During the final stretch, Shen Xian was running on sheer willpower. Her sweat dried and soaked her again and again. Her limbs had gone numb, her body operating purely on instinct—because someone important to her was still on her back.